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gun range together. Nothing special.” Josh went still, quietly thinking, and I felt I had to keep talking, “I really don’t think we’ll be seeing each other again.”
Josh visibly relaxed. “I know I don’t have any right to tell you who to date, but Clint Weston; you can do better Norah. I know he is handsome and rich and everything that makes a woman’s head spin, but I don’t like him. I don’t trust him.”
I patted Josh on the head, “Not that it’s any of your business, but I think I can make up my own mind about Clint Weston.”
He simply nodded and we returned to watching the end of the movie, although I could tell he wanted to say a lot more.
Afterwards, we started to tidy up my apartment, putting our empty beer cans in the rubbish bin and plates in the sink. Josh hovered around the kitchen, trying to get my attention as I moved back and forth from the kitchen to the lounge.
“So...Norah. We have another party tomorrow night for the Lappell which involves a new test, since we failed the last one.” I stopped cleaning to look at him, wondering where he was going with this.
He tried to avoid my eyes as he continued. “And this time, we have to decipher some kind of mental puzzle. It's a mystery or something. I'm not quite sure myself, but I could really use an extra brain with this one, and we are allowed to bring a date, I mean guest.”
I was genuinely shocked that Josh was trying to ask me out again, and to an event held by the Lappell.
What was he thinking?
“And I know how you feel about the Lappell, but I can assure you that this party doesn’t have anything going on like the last party, well, not that I am aware of. You know, this might actually be fun for us. Me and you, working together, as friends.” I noticed he struggled in the part when he emphasized the word ‘friends’. I guess hearing about my date with Clint certainly defined to him how I was feeling right now.
I went back and forth in my mind for a few minutes debating between my distate towards the Lappell, and my friendship with Josh. I looked to Josh's forlorn face and those puppy dog eyes that pleaded with me silently. I sighed, and said, “Sure Josh, I’ll be your, guest.”
Chapter 4
Code Words
Slipping on the slinky red dress for the evening, my second-choice dress for the last party, I made an extra effort to look a little more glamorous for the night. Even though I had many reservations about being involved in any party hosted by the Lappell, I wanted my friendship with Josh to get back on solid ground. It still felt like it was flailing from the hit it took from the last party. If Josh was going to be a part of the Lappell, I had to find a way to be accepting of that world, especially since he had always been so accepting of mine.
This time I wouldn’t be completely naïve to the fake niceties projected by this group and I would remind myself that their appearances were nothing more than aesthetic. I don’t know why I wasn’t more wary to begin with. Secret societies were secret because their activities were not normally acceptable by public standards. I almost felt stupid not being more prepared. I guess part of me was still naïve in lots of ways, perhaps because of my youth, although I didn’t discount that to be a bad personality trait of mine.
Better to have some hope in the good of people than no hope at all.
I also had another motivation for making the extra effort to look nice. I wanted Clint to know his little brush off hadn’t affected me, even though I had not stopped thinking about our date and those kisses for the past week. My cheeks flushed. I really hated that every time I thought of Clint and his lips, my body came alive with heat. It was annoying because I couldn’t do anything about it. Clint had made himself pretty clear about how he felt when he did that dash after our date. I wish he could have just said he wasn’t interested. He didn’t have to be so flaky
Josh visibly relaxed. “I know I don’t have any right to tell you who to date, but Clint Weston; you can do better Norah. I know he is handsome and rich and everything that makes a woman’s head spin, but I don’t like him. I don’t trust him.”
I patted Josh on the head, “Not that it’s any of your business, but I think I can make up my own mind about Clint Weston.”
He simply nodded and we returned to watching the end of the movie, although I could tell he wanted to say a lot more.
Afterwards, we started to tidy up my apartment, putting our empty beer cans in the rubbish bin and plates in the sink. Josh hovered around the kitchen, trying to get my attention as I moved back and forth from the kitchen to the lounge.
“So...Norah. We have another party tomorrow night for the Lappell which involves a new test, since we failed the last one.” I stopped cleaning to look at him, wondering where he was going with this.
He tried to avoid my eyes as he continued. “And this time, we have to decipher some kind of mental puzzle. It's a mystery or something. I'm not quite sure myself, but I could really use an extra brain with this one, and we are allowed to bring a date, I mean guest.”
I was genuinely shocked that Josh was trying to ask me out again, and to an event held by the Lappell.
What was he thinking?
“And I know how you feel about the Lappell, but I can assure you that this party doesn’t have anything going on like the last party, well, not that I am aware of. You know, this might actually be fun for us. Me and you, working together, as friends.” I noticed he struggled in the part when he emphasized the word ‘friends’. I guess hearing about my date with Clint certainly defined to him how I was feeling right now.
I went back and forth in my mind for a few minutes debating between my distate towards the Lappell, and my friendship with Josh. I looked to Josh's forlorn face and those puppy dog eyes that pleaded with me silently. I sighed, and said, “Sure Josh, I’ll be your, guest.”
Chapter 4
Code Words
Slipping on the slinky red dress for the evening, my second-choice dress for the last party, I made an extra effort to look a little more glamorous for the night. Even though I had many reservations about being involved in any party hosted by the Lappell, I wanted my friendship with Josh to get back on solid ground. It still felt like it was flailing from the hit it took from the last party. If Josh was going to be a part of the Lappell, I had to find a way to be accepting of that world, especially since he had always been so accepting of mine.
This time I wouldn’t be completely naïve to the fake niceties projected by this group and I would remind myself that their appearances were nothing more than aesthetic. I don’t know why I wasn’t more wary to begin with. Secret societies were secret because their activities were not normally acceptable by public standards. I almost felt stupid not being more prepared. I guess part of me was still naïve in lots of ways, perhaps because of my youth, although I didn’t discount that to be a bad personality trait of mine.
Better to have some hope in the good of people than no hope at all.
I also had another motivation for making the extra effort to look nice. I wanted Clint to know his little brush off hadn’t affected me, even though I had not stopped thinking about our date and those kisses for the past week. My cheeks flushed. I really hated that every time I thought of Clint and his lips, my body came alive with heat. It was annoying because I couldn’t do anything about it. Clint had made himself pretty clear about how he felt when he did that dash after our date. I wish he could have just said he wasn’t interested. He didn’t have to be so flaky
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