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Authors: Diana Gardin
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wanted to be with Paige, really be with her, I was going to have to get her to open up to me.
I would start by being there for her when she needed me. By showing her that she could trust me.
If I were trustworthy, then maybe she would give me the gift of knowledge. Somehow, I knew that knowledge and understanding was the key to her heart.
I picked up my phone from the pillow next to me, intending to text her.
Clay: I need to see you again.
I only had to wait a minute before being rewarded with a return text.
Paige: When?
Clay: tomorrow?
This time, I waited a few moments for her response. My stomach bunched itself into an anxious knot and I twisted the phone in my hands, wondering if she’d be willing, or if she’d withdraw back into her shell.
Ding. I flipped the phone over.
Paige: What if I made you dinner?
I couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across my face. She wanted to make me dinner.
My fingers fumbled for the right keys to text her back.
Clay: I’m counting the minutes. See you around eight…gonna sit through practice first and then I’ll be over.
I plugged my phone into its charger and fell asleep with an anticipatory smile on my face.
Paige
The day following my kiss with Clay, I attended my early morning Theater Appreciation class. I wasn’t particularly interested in theater, but it was an undergraduate requirement, and I chose it over any of the other appreciations offered.
When I walked into the room, a small classroom greeted me. So far, I had only attended classes in lecture halls, and the close proximity with the other students and professor startled me. Without paying much attention to the small sea of faces already occupying the room, I chose an empty desk in the middle of a row on the far end, near the row of windows. I was reaching into my backpack for a notebook when I heard it.
“It seems my future hubby is feeling the need to sow his wild oats with freshman sluts these days.”
The loud hiss prickled the fine hairs on the back of my neck.
I turned around at the harshness in the voice, and my eyes met furious blue ones seated behind me.
It was Hannah, the girl from Clay’s apartment party a couple of weeks ago.
Crap.
I thought I’d never see the girl again, much less have to deal with her in class.
And deal with her hostility toward me, which I didn’t even deserve.
I quickly turned back around in my seat, not wanting an argument here.
The whispering continued.
“And just any old girl will do, really. Clay isn’t picky when he’s on one of his tangents.”
My ears burned with embarrassment, but I refused to turn around again.
The professor strolled into the room then, putting a stop to any more snide comments whispered behind my back from Hannah.
But I had to endure fifty minutes of the burning sensation her eyes caused in the back of my neck as she stared me down the entire class period.
When the professor dismissed us, I grabbed my bag and all but ran from the building.
Not quickly enough.
“Running away, are we?” Hannah called out behind me as I hurried down the steps of the building.
I paused, and turned around slowly, my heart seeming to pound a dent in my chest.
This bitch wasn’t aware of the fact that I had a limit to my very fiery temper, and that she was about to reach it.
“Look, if you have a problem, it’s probably something you need to speak with Clay about,” I spat.
She smiled, her bright red hair glistening in the morning sunlight. She would be really beautiful, if the ugly sneer covering her face didn’t ruin it.
“I don’t need you to instruct me on what to talk to my boyfriend about.”
She smiled meanly and took a sip from the plastic cup in her hand. “We have plenty of topics for discussion, thank you. When we bother to talk, that is.”
“Good,”
I would start by being there for her when she needed me. By showing her that she could trust me.
If I were trustworthy, then maybe she would give me the gift of knowledge. Somehow, I knew that knowledge and understanding was the key to her heart.
I picked up my phone from the pillow next to me, intending to text her.
Clay: I need to see you again.
I only had to wait a minute before being rewarded with a return text.
Paige: When?
Clay: tomorrow?
This time, I waited a few moments for her response. My stomach bunched itself into an anxious knot and I twisted the phone in my hands, wondering if she’d be willing, or if she’d withdraw back into her shell.
Ding. I flipped the phone over.
Paige: What if I made you dinner?
I couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across my face. She wanted to make me dinner.
My fingers fumbled for the right keys to text her back.
Clay: I’m counting the minutes. See you around eight…gonna sit through practice first and then I’ll be over.
I plugged my phone into its charger and fell asleep with an anticipatory smile on my face.
Paige
The day following my kiss with Clay, I attended my early morning Theater Appreciation class. I wasn’t particularly interested in theater, but it was an undergraduate requirement, and I chose it over any of the other appreciations offered.
When I walked into the room, a small classroom greeted me. So far, I had only attended classes in lecture halls, and the close proximity with the other students and professor startled me. Without paying much attention to the small sea of faces already occupying the room, I chose an empty desk in the middle of a row on the far end, near the row of windows. I was reaching into my backpack for a notebook when I heard it.
“It seems my future hubby is feeling the need to sow his wild oats with freshman sluts these days.”
The loud hiss prickled the fine hairs on the back of my neck.
I turned around at the harshness in the voice, and my eyes met furious blue ones seated behind me.
It was Hannah, the girl from Clay’s apartment party a couple of weeks ago.
Crap.
I thought I’d never see the girl again, much less have to deal with her in class.
And deal with her hostility toward me, which I didn’t even deserve.
I quickly turned back around in my seat, not wanting an argument here.
The whispering continued.
“And just any old girl will do, really. Clay isn’t picky when he’s on one of his tangents.”
My ears burned with embarrassment, but I refused to turn around again.
The professor strolled into the room then, putting a stop to any more snide comments whispered behind my back from Hannah.
But I had to endure fifty minutes of the burning sensation her eyes caused in the back of my neck as she stared me down the entire class period.
When the professor dismissed us, I grabbed my bag and all but ran from the building.
Not quickly enough.
“Running away, are we?” Hannah called out behind me as I hurried down the steps of the building.
I paused, and turned around slowly, my heart seeming to pound a dent in my chest.
This bitch wasn’t aware of the fact that I had a limit to my very fiery temper, and that she was about to reach it.
“Look, if you have a problem, it’s probably something you need to speak with Clay about,” I spat.
She smiled, her bright red hair glistening in the morning sunlight. She would be really beautiful, if the ugly sneer covering her face didn’t ruin it.
“I don’t need you to instruct me on what to talk to my boyfriend about.”
She smiled meanly and took a sip from the plastic cup in her hand. “We have plenty of topics for discussion, thank you. When we bother to talk, that is.”
“Good,”
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