"Tell me. Please?" He put on the velvet voice of his.
I held fast, "No. What'd you say after the 'someone else will sweep you off your feet?'"
"I'll finish my sentence if you start and finish yours."
I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it again, "That's not fair."
"Yes it is." he insisted, his voice laughing at me, without him actually chuckling.
"Amber..." he mocked my tone.
"I don't," she replied. It was true. "You know what you should do with that?" Nicole asked, indicating the picture.
"Hang it above your bed. Then, before you go to sleep every night, you'll see my beautiful face." I laughed until it hurt. Nicole did, too.
"Beautiful?" I asked, "not hardly."
Nicole cut her eyes at me, like she had done so many times before. " Didn't we already go over the not-being-an-*******
School was finally over, and I had survived one of the hardest days of high school so far, especially considering the ten hours of sleep I had gotten in the last three days. I was supposed to be going to Cameron's house for tutoring, but he had a conflict in scheduling, so I had a whole hour to myself. This, being my free time, would be devoured by Certamen practice. I groaned, packing my cello. Teresa walked into the room.
"Emo!" John called out.
[SIZE="3"]I am ready to let this part of my life go. I shall post the whole thing instead of prolonging the process. I am ready to move on...
Putting on my eyeliner, I decided one thing; today was confrontation — even if it meant taking the bait. I had a few questions for Ben. Why did he say that yesterday? Did he mean it? Was he testing me? John had obviously let him read the note and in it