Life As An "Angel" - Chapter One
Chapter 4 : Life As An "Angel" - Chapter Four
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His body was just a few inches away from mine and already I could hear the hammering of Phil’s heart – or was that mine? I didn’t know and right then, I didn’t give a damn about anything else except the gorgeous boy in front of me. Our eyes were locked and I knew that in just a few seconds, I’d be pressed between him and the first flat surface we could find. So just before he could make the final move and make me his, I pulled back with a sly smile. “Well, I’d better get going, or my friends’ll call the FBI.”
Phil exhaled and returned the smile, disappointment clear and shaking his head. “You really suck, you know that?” I winked and he laughed, still shaking his head. He pulled away and squeezed my hand one more time before letting go. He jerked his head in the direction I had been heading in and turned around to go back inside.
I smiled to myself as I walked away and tried to get my heart rate back under control. I think he knew it wasn’t going to happen this time, but maybe….I felt my phone buzz with a text and pulled it out – it was Phil.
next time ur mine. no fightn or i wont let u sleep ; )
I smiled and put my phone away – I didn’t need to respond. And I couldn’t. I didn’t know what he expected from me, what anyone expected from me. Once they got me, then what? Would I just be some trophy they put in a case or a toy they’d forget about until they dug me up from the bottom of the pile? I was better just playing with guys – I could handle them nervous, throw them off, tease them. But a confident guy who knew what he was completely capable of dealing with me was the one thing I couldn’t handle. I guess that’s why I’m so random – to keep everyone on their toes.
Meh – I get too philosophical and deep sometimes for my own good. I guess all I’m trying to say is that I want to be with someone, but I’m afraid to make the first move. I don’t know what to do and I’m just downright scared. But don’t get me wrong – I don’t need a guy shoving his tongue down my throat or tearing off my clothes every second of the day. I just want to be with someone, just really be with them.
I shook my head as I walked up the path to Jallie’s house – maybe she and Mason can help me. I was about to knock on the door when it flew open and my best friend with dark hair and blue streaks stood there with fury and confusion written all over her face. I was totally freaked.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” she screamed, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me. “You had a perfect opportunity and you screwed it up! He is yours and you just leave him like that?!” Then she let go and stormed back into the house, leaving me outside totally freaked and in pain – she had grabbed my injured shoulder.
I walked slowly inside, rubbing my left shoulder and checking to see if the coast was clear. Mason came over with a small smile on his face. “Sorry about that,” he said closing the door. He put his arm around my shoulder and led me into the kitchen where Jallie was sitting angrily.
“Are you alright?” I asked her tenderly.
“Laura called,” Jallie said. Laura was Mason’s sister – he lived across the street from Phil. “She told me everything that happened.”
“Oh.” I sat down at the table next to Jallie.
“Why didn’t you do anything?!” she asked me desperately – this girl changes moods unbelievably fast. And she’s kind of violent – but I swear, she’s working on it. Mason really got her to calm down a lot. “Laura called me the moment you let poor Phil go and walked away. I can’t believe you did it again.”
“Well, you know that’s how she is,” Mason defended. He pulled a Coke from the fridge and handed it to me before sitting down. I put it on my bruise gingerly. “Just let her work her own things out,” he continued. “When she’s ready, she’ll go for him. And if he really wants her, he’ll wait until she’s ready. If not, then she’ll know he wasn’t worth her and she can find someone else.”
“Ah, Mason, you’re ever the voice of reason,” I said with a smile.
“Well, I just don’t want her to miss out,” Jallie defended.
“Trust me, I’m fine.” I popped the Coke open and took a swig.
“Alright, I’m sorry I over reacted.” Jallie reached over and hugged me.
“Owowow, you’re on my bruise!”
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Yes, both she and Mason know about all the crap that goes on at my house – well, to an extent. They know Dad drinks and Mom leaves at random times, but not how bad they fight, or that Dad goes uber violent when he’s drunk – you know, all the really bad crap. I don’t want to worry them – that, and Jallie says she has no problem going to jail for arson…I do get tempted at times to burn the house down, but she wouldn’t stop there – she’d burn Mom and Dad at the stake. On church grounds. In the middle of the day. With the whole town out to watch. And she’d be standing right next to them….How do I know? She’s already described the whole scene to me and Mason – twice, and in complete detail.
“It’s fine, it’s healing I think.” I lifted my sleeve to get a better look at it. The faded purple-brown thing looked like a banana Mason once pulled from the fridge – mushy, old, and just slightly revolting.
“Good. You want ice?” Mason was halfway out of his seat.
“No no, I’m good.” I took another swig.
“Okay.” He sat down and reached over for my thermos. “Coffee, right? Can I have some?”
“Yeah, sure.” But he didn’t even wait for me to answer – he drained what little was left. Suddenly the phone rang and Jallie got up to answer it.
“Hello?” she said. “Oh hey Laura…yeah, she’s here…no…no…she never will…hey, watch the language!…yeah, soon…okay, bye then.” Jallie hung up and turned back to face us. “Laura wanted to know when Lin was going to – and I quote – ‘grow up and stop be a teasing, bitchy little oompa-loompa monkey problem’.”
Mason and I just looked at each other. “You’re sister–”
“Don’t even try figuring out what goes on in her head,” Mason sighed, leaning back. “But what’s it to her?”
“Do you even listen to what you say?” Jallie asked, smiling as she sat down again. “I kinda agree with her though – when are you going to stop teasing them, Lin?”
I shrugged. “When they get a grip. And I met someone last night.”
“What?!” Mason and Jallie exclaim at the same time, bolting upright and staring at me. “When?!”
“Who?!”
“What happened?”
I smiled and told them the story about me meeting Mac, leaving out the parts where I got nervous just looking at him. They don’t really need to know about that – and I don’t really know what to make of it either. I mean, I’m not supposed to get nervous around guys, so it really doesn’t make any sense to remember it, right? Anyway, I enjoyed telling the tale to Mason and Jallie, watching their eyes widen, their mouths drop, and see them retraining themselves from jumping up. By the time I finished, Jallie couldn’t stand it anymore.
Jallie shot out of her seat and began jumping around the kitche.n. “Ohmygodwhereishe?!” she rushed, almost unintelligibly. “Youdohavehisnumberright?! Callhimnow,callhimcallhimcallhim!”
“Well, well, well,” Mason said much more calmly, leaning back. “So, you’ve got another one at your beck and call.”
“CALLHIMCALLHIMCALLHIM!”
“No, not at my beck and call,” I replied, completely ignoring the screaming idiot. “I just have his number, and he knows where I live, so–”
“GIVEITTOMENOWANDIWILLCALLHIM!”
“Jal, babe, calm down, please,” Mason said ever so calmly to his rampaging girlfriend. “I don’t want your mom throwing you out of the house for destroying the kitchen – although I’d be more than happy to let you stay with me.” He gave her a sly grin.
Jallie paused and slapped Mason on the arm. “EWWW PERVERT!” she screamed at him with a smile on her face. “But, if you want me calm that much, I guess I have no choice but to act civilized.” She plopped down in her seat again.
“I appreciate you guys’ concern,” I said, “but just leave it alone for now. I don’t know anything about this kid, and I still have Phil to deal with.”
Jallie’s face dropped in an instant, but Mason just shrugged. “I guess you’re right. But make your move soon before this one–” he pointed at Jallie, “–gives herself a heart attack.”“Mason!” Jallie exclaimed, looking wildly from me to him. “How can you not even help?! Don’t you care what happens to her?!”
“Of course I care, you idiot. But forcing guys on Lin won’t get us anywhere.”
She slapped him again. “Don’t call me idiot.”
I rolled my eyes – Mason was so right, but they didn’t know I was just scared of dealing with Mac again…not that I didn’t want to. Graw, my head began to spin with all my cunfuzzledness. “Well,” I said to the warring couple, “are we heading out or not?”Jallie sighed and tapped Mason once more on the head. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. C’mon, before all the good ones are gone.”
“What are you talking about?”
She smiled slyly. “I’m finding you a guy if it’s the last thing I do.”
I just groaned, stood up, and left the kitchen. “Give it up already!”
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