My mind froze, and my arms went numb, immediately dropping to my sides. I know i should of turned and yelled at Alex, or run to apologize to Zack, or do anything but stand here like a fucking slut, but the truth is, all I could think about how amazing that was. Alex was so different from Zack, there was something there, a kind of fire that I'd never seen before. "Although," I thought to myself, "that might just be from experience.......... But I might be able..." my thought process was interrupted by a sharp pian in my right cheek. I looked up, startled, to see Lisa, her hand in the air, blood visible beneath her nails.
"YOU BITCH!!!!!" she started screaming, her body shaking with anger. "YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!!!! ILL KILL YOU!!!! YOULL GO STRAIGHT TO HELL WITH THE REST OF THE HOARS!!!!" she went on like that, emphasizing each word with a punch. I was still too shocked to defend myself.
She continued on until somebody, Alex I think, had the sense to pull her off of me. I heard him drag her off into his car, her shouting obsineties, until they drove away. I just lay there on the ground, whimpering like a lost puppy. Zack finally realized what had happened, and scooped me up in his arms. He carried me to his car, and deposited me gently in the front seat. He closed the door silently, and walked around the hood of the car to slide into the drivers seat. He started up the engine, and began driving.
The car trip was absolutely silent. The air was thick with emotion, and you could practically feel the tension between us. I silently curled up under a blanket that I'd found underneath the seat. I couldn't shake the cold that was eating away at my bones. In my head I heard Lisas voice....SLUT! GO STRAIGHT TO HELL! HOAR! Her insults circled around me, trapping me like twin cobras, just waiting for the kill......
I hadn't noticed we'd stopped until I heard zack give a small cough. I looked up to see him starring at me, the same hurt still evident in his features. He opened his mouth to speak, then seemed to consider what he was going to say. I thought he was going to yell, accuse me of being the slut I was, then telling me to get out and never seeing me again. Instead he said this.......
"I'm soooooooo sorry about what happened!!!" he burst out, looking frantic, "Alex was REALLY drunk, and I didnt know he would try to make a move on you. God, I'm such an idiot! I never should have left you alone with him. He always does this, god he's such a bastard! And then Lisa went psycho! Please forgive me, I'm so sor.." I stopped him mid-sentence. I looked him in they eyes, and said in my clearest, firmest voice,
"Please, don't apologize. This is completely my fault! I should have gotten him off me, but I had too much wine, and my brain wouldnt work. Im the one who should be asking for your forgiveness. Please say you forgive me!!" his pause made me mentally slap myself for ruining what could of been the best relationship of my life. Then, just as I was sure he was going to tell me it was over, he leaned across the seat and kissed me. It was different then the kiss I had with Alex. In that one there was needing, and an underlying fire. This one was sweet, and equally passionate. Instead of making me want more, it made me want to stay here forever. It reminded me of sunshine days, the kind you wish lasted forever.
When we finally broke apart, our eyes stayed locked on each other. There was a moment of silence then "Youre forgiven."
That night I went to sleep with a content feeling deep in my heart. I know that sounded corny, but it was true. I really thought I might be in love with Zack Merrick. As I was climbing into bed, my phone beeped, showing that I had one new message. It was Zack, wishing me "sweet dreams". I sighed and fell back on my pillow, knowing that I definitely would. My eyelids slowly drooped, finally dropping, tippingme into the world of the unconscious.
MELINDA'S DREAM:
The room was veiled in a mist, making everything look a ghostly pale blue color. I coughed and fanned away the vapor from my eyes. I recognized the bedspread, and the tiny red coffeepot. "Its my apartment." I realized with a start. Lookig closer, I saw that I wasn't alone. There was someone sitting on my bed, his mace covered by a white mask. He stood up and reached out for me, taking my hand and pulling me to the bed. He kissed me, nothing long, but still sweet. From his pocket he removed a small velvet box. It was beautiful, but not nearly as beautiful as what it contained. Inside was an engagement ring, with an enormous diamond set in the middle. He pulled it out and slipped it on my finger. I was estatic, sure that this was a sign that zack would propose someday. I reached out slowly to take off his mask so that I could kiss him properly. With trembling fingers I gently pulled the straps loose and removed the mask from his face....
I bolted upright in bed, a thin layer of sweat covering my face. I couldn't remember why I was so freaked out, until I recalled my dream. I broke out in another wave of spasms. I clearly remember the feel of the smooth mask under my fingertips. And the feeling of extreme shock as I looked upon the face of my someday husband. The face didnt belong to zack. My husband was....
Alex
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