Defining Lines

Defining Lines- Part 3

Don't assume Dante, I tell myself mentally. There is the possible yet unlikely chance that it was absolutely nothing...

You know what, it was nothing. Alan is smarter than that. Marta would beat the living shit out of him unless I got to him first.

I look out the window, resting my arm behind my head as I stare up at the glowing crescent moon in the sky.

God, Travis face tonight was priceless. Besides the sex, that was the highlight of my night, definitely. I chuckle in the darkness before closing my eyes, visualizing what it would be like if that were Rayne I had been with tonight.

Suddenly my eyes shot open.

No Dante, don't ever think like that, tonto! She is not your type, what so ever first of all. And second of all, you don't need white boys sloppy seconds.

But she is no where near sloppy...

But she's from that side of town!

But...

"Shut up." I say to myself, smacking my palm against my forehead. I am done arguing this. If things tank with Esme, I'll find a new spicy mamacita ten times better than either of them, and that is that.

*~*Rayne*~*

Running was something I always despised with everything in my being. There is no other way I could describe it. I never enjoyed the burning feeling coursing through my veins and through my strained lungs. And quite frankly, I like breathing.

Running down the shoreline in my slowly ripping Nikes' now though, that was a piece of cake.

I don't remember when l exercise became much of an obsession, but now its a mandatory routine daily. Usually, it isn't at this particular time in the morning, but I was so restless I could think of nothing else to do.

You'd think I'd be tired from the amount of sleep I go, which was really next to none. I had far to much on my mind that kept me from being at peace- more specifically after that brief mortifying moment with him last night.

How horrible had that looked to him? First we take his blankets (for which I have no idea why they were there in the first place), and then I was about to kiss Trevor? He probably thinks I'm some...I don't even know what he thinks!

To make matters worse I was half clothed with Trevor. I didn't even like Trevor!

That wasn't enough to keep me from getting rest though. The real irking emotion was the fact that I kept picturing Dante on that blanket for reasons I could not explain. The brief moments that I did sleep, I was lost in a fantasy of a boy who was far from familiarity with me and surely out of my league.

I did not know Dante. I had merely spoken with him for about five minutes total in my life time. How could one think and feel a connection with some one in such an irrationally short period of time?

"Forget it." I sigh, unable to run any longer, for even that wasn't helping me.

I sit down in the sand, my chest heaving up and down as my heart beat slowly came down. I pull my hair from my pony tail holder, shaking out my long brown waves. All the strands and locks stuck to my sticky hot back, besides where my sports bra covered my skin.

I lay back against the hard damp sand, my eyes shutting immediately with a deep breath in and out.

Though I didn't get much 'clear my head' time, I was relaxed. And alone, which probably wouldn't happen much this summer or when I get to move in at Charleston.

I smiled at the thought of going to school at the end of August, flashbacks to the day when I got my acceptance letter in the mail. I don't think I had ever been so happy. Happy to be getting away from my family. Happy to finally do something for me. I had gotten in to Oberlin as well, where my mom wanted me to pursue a completely different career, but I secretly accepted to Charleston before she could say anything.

In my quite thoughts, I fail to hear the faint low coughing of someone in my general area.

"Rayne?"

I sit up quickly, making a visor over my eyes with my palm to look up at him.

"I just keep running into you every where huh?" I chuckled hopping up to my feet. I discretely pull my spandex so they fit my body normally again, watching as Dante wiped the sweat from his forehead. I couldn't help but notice how...good he looked without a shirt.

"Yeah, sorry about last night, I hope I wasn't interrupting a big moment for you two." He grins.

"Oh no, I don't even like Trevor," I say a little too quickly. "I mean! I don't mean that."

He bits his bottom lip suppressing his laughter while I hide my face in my palms for a moment.

"Don't lead the poor kid on." He says stretching his arms over his head.

"Why does every one keep saying that!" I groan dropping my head back behind me, raking my fingers through my hair.

"Chicka, you are something worth chasin', that's why." He laughs, lightly punching me in the arm.

Not that he could probably see, but I could feel the flush of embarrassment rise to my cheeks after his compliment.

"May I ask why you had blankets on the beach at 1am?" I ask adjusting my pale blue sports bra, crossing my arms after.

"Hmm...Maybe I will tell you when you're older." He grins.

"Uh," I gasp putting my hands on my hips, "Excuse me big shot, I'll be 18 in three weeks."

"Well if you are still in town I'll tell you then."

"I'll be here for the summer." I say with a slight smile.

"Then I better be seeing you." He grins running his fingers through his short black hair that was matted to his head. "Without the white boys." He adds.

"You have a problem with them I see?" I raise my eyebrow curiously.

"I just think you'd have a better time without your people." He responds innocently.

I smirk rolling my eyes, "Oh my people? I see. What makes them so different from yours?"

He takes a step closer to me, lifting my chin up with the tip of his finger. His lips leaned in to mine slowly, causing my breathing to faulter momentarily before his same goofy grin was painted along his lips. "White boys don't have no game." He says stepping back again.

I swallow hard, regaining my composure.

"I don't think your boy Travis could do that to you." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Well Travis and I are just friends..." I say weakly.

"Aren't we too?"

"I mean...I suppose." I shrug looking down at my sneakers. "But friends like...hang out." I say biting my lip. It felt as if I had the wind knocked out of me and suddenly I had forgotten to talk and act like a normal human being. I didn't know what to think of it. Guys didn't have that effect on me.

"Cariño lets hangout then." He laughs crossing his arms.

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Maldito; Damn

Tonto; Fool