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anyone, but I thought that my mother had a crystal vase somewhere. I moved to the formal dining room and spied the vase inside my mother’s China cabinet. I was filling the vase with water when I felt someone behind me. I turned to see Zell close behind me watching me. I didn’t know if it was fear or excitement at being alone in the house with him, but I began shaking.
“You could’ve stayed in the car. I’ll only be a minute,” I told him.
“I like watching you,” he replied.
When he said that, I didn’t know whether to be frightened or delighted. My thoughts went back to last night and all the terrible suspicions that I had about Zell. Now, here I was all alone with him in my home. My heart started beating frantically. To hide my feelings, I busied myself arranging the roses in the vase. I carried them to the table in the entry foyer. A big mirror hung from the wall behind the table. The roses looked beautiful on the table, and their beauty was reflected in the mirror. Not bad for convenience store roses, and they were my first ever bouquet. I could tell by the reflection in the mirror that Zell was again standing behind me. I stood for several seconds looking in the mirror watching Zell watch me. I turned around to face him.
“Thank you. They are lovely,” I said softly looking up into his face trying not to reveal this strange mixture of fear and gratitude that washed through me. “No one has ever given me roses before.”
“I thought you would have received dozens of roses by now . Still, no rose has ever been as lovely as you,” he replied moving close and looking into my eyes. Gently, he lifted my hand and pressed my palm to his cheek. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes and smiled. I felt as though my legs were melting. He moved my hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. Still holding my hand, he slowly pulled me to him and held me tight against him for several minutes.
“Don’t be afraid, Annie. I only came by this morning because I want to get to know you. I want us to be good friends. I thought I would offer you a ride to school. I don’t guess my plan worked very well.” Then, as abruptly as this little romantic interlude began, it stopped.
Still holding my hand, he pulled me to the door. “Biology calls,” was all he said. I breathed a sigh of relief and locked the door. I stood quietly for a moment facing the door trying to still my racing heart. When I turned around, he stood holding open the passenger-side door for me. When I looked puzzled, “If you don’t mind, I’ll drive. I can afford the ticket,” he laughed. He was right. If the police could have seen the blur that was my car, he would have received a ticket. I have never seen anyone drive so fast in my life. I felt as though I were a passenger in a car at the Daytona 500. He smoothly and deftly passed every car between us and Mill Creek High School. We actually pulled into the parking lot with ten minutes to spare. My heart felt as though it had sunk to the pit of my stomach though not from the drive back to school. I wouldn’t admit it to Zell, but that ride was exhilarating. It had sunk because there in the parking lot stood Jon.
“Oh no,” I groaned.
“What’s wrong,” Zell asked following where my eyes were fixated. “Oh,” he said when he saw the object of my distress. He uttered a low, guttural laugh when he saw Jon’s face grow a deadly crimson as he saw us.
“I don’t need this drama,” I said angrily throwing open the door and hopping out before Zell came to a complete stop. Jon came around to my side of the vehicle and propped his right arm against the top of my car blocking my way.
“I’m in a hurry.” I murmured trying to push past him.
“Why is that guy driving your car?” questioned Jon furiously.
“Someone ran into his car, and I offered him a ride to school,” I explained leaving out the fact that I was the one who backed into Zell’s car in my driveway. I thought that
“You could’ve stayed in the car. I’ll only be a minute,” I told him.
“I like watching you,” he replied.
When he said that, I didn’t know whether to be frightened or delighted. My thoughts went back to last night and all the terrible suspicions that I had about Zell. Now, here I was all alone with him in my home. My heart started beating frantically. To hide my feelings, I busied myself arranging the roses in the vase. I carried them to the table in the entry foyer. A big mirror hung from the wall behind the table. The roses looked beautiful on the table, and their beauty was reflected in the mirror. Not bad for convenience store roses, and they were my first ever bouquet. I could tell by the reflection in the mirror that Zell was again standing behind me. I stood for several seconds looking in the mirror watching Zell watch me. I turned around to face him.
“Thank you. They are lovely,” I said softly looking up into his face trying not to reveal this strange mixture of fear and gratitude that washed through me. “No one has ever given me roses before.”
“I thought you would have received dozens of roses by now . Still, no rose has ever been as lovely as you,” he replied moving close and looking into my eyes. Gently, he lifted my hand and pressed my palm to his cheek. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes and smiled. I felt as though my legs were melting. He moved my hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it. Still holding my hand, he slowly pulled me to him and held me tight against him for several minutes.
“Don’t be afraid, Annie. I only came by this morning because I want to get to know you. I want us to be good friends. I thought I would offer you a ride to school. I don’t guess my plan worked very well.” Then, as abruptly as this little romantic interlude began, it stopped.
Still holding my hand, he pulled me to the door. “Biology calls,” was all he said. I breathed a sigh of relief and locked the door. I stood quietly for a moment facing the door trying to still my racing heart. When I turned around, he stood holding open the passenger-side door for me. When I looked puzzled, “If you don’t mind, I’ll drive. I can afford the ticket,” he laughed. He was right. If the police could have seen the blur that was my car, he would have received a ticket. I have never seen anyone drive so fast in my life. I felt as though I were a passenger in a car at the Daytona 500. He smoothly and deftly passed every car between us and Mill Creek High School. We actually pulled into the parking lot with ten minutes to spare. My heart felt as though it had sunk to the pit of my stomach though not from the drive back to school. I wouldn’t admit it to Zell, but that ride was exhilarating. It had sunk because there in the parking lot stood Jon.
“Oh no,” I groaned.
“What’s wrong,” Zell asked following where my eyes were fixated. “Oh,” he said when he saw the object of my distress. He uttered a low, guttural laugh when he saw Jon’s face grow a deadly crimson as he saw us.
“I don’t need this drama,” I said angrily throwing open the door and hopping out before Zell came to a complete stop. Jon came around to my side of the vehicle and propped his right arm against the top of my car blocking my way.
“I’m in a hurry.” I murmured trying to push past him.
“Why is that guy driving your car?” questioned Jon furiously.
“Someone ran into his car, and I offered him a ride to school,” I explained leaving out the fact that I was the one who backed into Zell’s car in my driveway. I thought that
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