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swaying there together...smiling.
“Me too, Rach,” I said softly, pushing the hair back from her face. She leaned into my touch for only a second. But it was enough to tell me all I needed to know. She wanted this as much as I did.
“I meant to ask how your dad was when you saw him,” she asked me suddenly. I blinked at the change in conversation.
“He's doing good, considering he was in town to sign all the paperwork for his and Mom's divorce. He let me know I could still come and live with him. Finish my senior year there if I wanted,” I mentioned off handily. Mostly because I wanted to see what Rachel would say. I was a manipulative son of a bitch when I wanted to be.
And she reacted just as I had wanted her to. She gasped. “You're not going, are you?” I chuckled.
“No way. I''m too close to graduating. I don't want the hassle when I'm almost out of here anyway,” I told her and she visibly relaxed. “Why, would you miss me?” I teased, winking at her.
Rachel rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I suppose your obnoxious presence would be missed,” she said shortly, though she was smiling. I hugged her to my chest, my arms going around her.
“Good, because I sure as hell would miss you,” I whispered as we continued to dance. Her hands came up to press against my back, her cheek right over my heart.
And then the song was over. We pulled apart, but our hands still clung to each other. Rachel's eyes were sparkling and I thought this might be our moment.
Then I saw her stiffen and step backwards. I frowned in confusion right before I felt a touch on my arm. I looked over my shoulder and could have growled in frustration.
“Kylie,” I bit out sharply. I turned back to Rachel but she was already heading back to the table. Great. Just freaking great.
I stormed off the dance floor and headed over to the punch table. Kylie was hot on my heels. I got myself something to drink and took it down in one gulp. I refused to look at my ex-girlfriend. She was screwing everything up, just like she always did.
“Daniel. Please. I need to talk to you.” There was something about her voice that made me look down. And I saw that her mascara was smeared as though she had been crying. Her eyes were puffy and she looked like hell.
“What's wrong?” I asked, feeling a twinge of worry at her appearance. It wasn't like Kylie to go into public without being one hundred percent perfect. Something was up.
“Can we step outside?” she pleaded. I looked over at Rachel, who was now sitting with Maggie. Clay was still a no show and I wondered briefly what was up with him. But at least Rachel had company for a few minutes.
“Sure,” I said, hoping I wouldn't come to regret this. Kylie looked relieved and we went out the side entrance. I followed her around to the front steps of the school and sat down. I looked over at Kylie and noticed that she was crying again. I felt bad for being annoyed that she had interrupted my moment with Rachel. Obviously something was really bothering her.
And despite my less than amorous feelings towards her now, I had still spent a year with this girl. I wasn't made of ice after all. I put my arm around her shoulders and she buried her face in my jacket. “Hey now. Calm down and tell me what's wrong,” I said soothingly, rubbing my hand up and down her back.
She pressed into me and cried nosily. I held her lightly, not wanting to give her the wrong idea. I waited for her to stop crying before I asked her again what was wrong. She sat back and wiped at the dripping mascara on her face.
“My mom told me before I came here tonight that she and my dad are splitting up,” she wailed and started to sob again. Well crap. I could empathize with her break-down. I used my thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
“It'll be alright. I know it sucks right now, but you always told me how much they fought. So this is probably the best thing for everyone,” I reasoned, watching her
“Me too, Rach,” I said softly, pushing the hair back from her face. She leaned into my touch for only a second. But it was enough to tell me all I needed to know. She wanted this as much as I did.
“I meant to ask how your dad was when you saw him,” she asked me suddenly. I blinked at the change in conversation.
“He's doing good, considering he was in town to sign all the paperwork for his and Mom's divorce. He let me know I could still come and live with him. Finish my senior year there if I wanted,” I mentioned off handily. Mostly because I wanted to see what Rachel would say. I was a manipulative son of a bitch when I wanted to be.
And she reacted just as I had wanted her to. She gasped. “You're not going, are you?” I chuckled.
“No way. I''m too close to graduating. I don't want the hassle when I'm almost out of here anyway,” I told her and she visibly relaxed. “Why, would you miss me?” I teased, winking at her.
Rachel rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I suppose your obnoxious presence would be missed,” she said shortly, though she was smiling. I hugged her to my chest, my arms going around her.
“Good, because I sure as hell would miss you,” I whispered as we continued to dance. Her hands came up to press against my back, her cheek right over my heart.
And then the song was over. We pulled apart, but our hands still clung to each other. Rachel's eyes were sparkling and I thought this might be our moment.
Then I saw her stiffen and step backwards. I frowned in confusion right before I felt a touch on my arm. I looked over my shoulder and could have growled in frustration.
“Kylie,” I bit out sharply. I turned back to Rachel but she was already heading back to the table. Great. Just freaking great.
I stormed off the dance floor and headed over to the punch table. Kylie was hot on my heels. I got myself something to drink and took it down in one gulp. I refused to look at my ex-girlfriend. She was screwing everything up, just like she always did.
“Daniel. Please. I need to talk to you.” There was something about her voice that made me look down. And I saw that her mascara was smeared as though she had been crying. Her eyes were puffy and she looked like hell.
“What's wrong?” I asked, feeling a twinge of worry at her appearance. It wasn't like Kylie to go into public without being one hundred percent perfect. Something was up.
“Can we step outside?” she pleaded. I looked over at Rachel, who was now sitting with Maggie. Clay was still a no show and I wondered briefly what was up with him. But at least Rachel had company for a few minutes.
“Sure,” I said, hoping I wouldn't come to regret this. Kylie looked relieved and we went out the side entrance. I followed her around to the front steps of the school and sat down. I looked over at Kylie and noticed that she was crying again. I felt bad for being annoyed that she had interrupted my moment with Rachel. Obviously something was really bothering her.
And despite my less than amorous feelings towards her now, I had still spent a year with this girl. I wasn't made of ice after all. I put my arm around her shoulders and she buried her face in my jacket. “Hey now. Calm down and tell me what's wrong,” I said soothingly, rubbing my hand up and down her back.
She pressed into me and cried nosily. I held her lightly, not wanting to give her the wrong idea. I waited for her to stop crying before I asked her again what was wrong. She sat back and wiped at the dripping mascara on her face.
“My mom told me before I came here tonight that she and my dad are splitting up,” she wailed and started to sob again. Well crap. I could empathize with her break-down. I used my thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
“It'll be alright. I know it sucks right now, but you always told me how much they fought. So this is probably the best thing for everyone,” I reasoned, watching her
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