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Hi, my name is Candice
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 | Can An Outfit Complete A Guy's Heart? *8* |
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 4.76 with 17 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-11-23 18:17:28 |
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Recap: (of the seventh chapter)
“Hey, you better back of big-time away from my Tyles, if you don’t I’ll make your dreams into a nightmare.” She snapped, angrily, as she stomped away as I heard her heels click against the floor with rage.
“Yep, definitely a nightmare,” I muttered to myself.
I saw Tyler sauntered towards the table I was sitting in. “Hey, where’s Kaila?” He asked pointing to the seat she was sitting in before she left.
“Oh…she had to leave for a facial.” I said carelessly trying to sound like something she’d do.
“Too bad. I guess it’s just the two of us.” He said as he took a seat. “Yep.” I agreed as I felt all tingly again.
I stared outside of the glass window, insipidly. “So…how’s your boyfriend?” He asked me sounding curious. I stuttered for a moment.
“Uh, he’s doing…well.” I replied still staring outside of the window trying to cover my face from obvious lying.
“Well, I’m having this party this Saturday, I was wondering if you could come with him…” He asked. It was likewise a statement than a question. I started to think about ideas and excuses.
“I-I-I could try, I’ll um…let you know about that later,” I began to lie.
“I’ve got to go now anyway…sorry.” I told him as I grabbed my shoulder bag and rushed off like I was trying to avoid him. This was pretty much the truth in this case.
[08]
I rushed out of the Espresso Bar as I shoved the door open. I craned my neck around looking everywhere. I couldn’t find anywhere to go. A draft of wind blew through my black hair as it floated up and down as if I was underneath water.
My eyes positioned into creasing scrunches as the wind stopped. It wasn’t as hot for a summer; the air was actually crisp, not sticky. I held my bag close to me as I kept traveling my eyes around to find an area.
I needed to find a boyfriend to go to the party with, but whom? I looked down at my leathered boots and straightened my back.
“Candice!” I heard a female voice call. The voice sounded sweet and genuine. A voice I never heard before.
“Hi, I’m Kristy.” A girl about my age with golden hair and big chocolate coloured eyes greeted me. Her eyes stood out, they were brushed with brown coloured mascara, and soft blue eye shadow. I studied her face closely, it must have seemed like I was day dreaming.
“You are Candice, aren’t you?” She questioned as she looked sincerely into my eyes.
“—oh, yeah,” I began talking as I broke through my envisioning, “So…” I trailed off, thinking why she was here, and why she was talking to me.
“Oh sorry, a guy named Chris wanted to speak with you.” She replied, as she pointed into the direction he was in.
Chris. That name, it came back to me. That lacrosse player that I rejected. Why on earth would I want to speak to him again?
“Oh…thanks. I’ll be sure to see him.” I told her not taking my eyes off of where he was standing.
He was waiting by a pecan tree beside the same bench Tyler and I had almost kissed. How ironic.
“No problem.” She answered as she walked away. I strode towards the distance he was in.
When I reached to the bench, I paused. “We need to talk.” He blurted out. Wow, does he still think we’re going out? It seems to me he’s about to “dump” me. Pshh, as if.
“What more is there to talk about?” I asked sounding a bit rude.
“I’m desperate.” He finally said. “Huh?” That was the best thing I could say right now.
He came closer as he brushed his palm against my face. I gave him a dirty look, as I turned my head away. “Why are you telling me that?” I asked him adding emphasize on the “me” part.
“I think you’re the only girl, I need.” He said softly as I felt him wrap his hands around my waist.
“Stop.” I told him immediately as I moved aside. “I don’t like you, Chris.” I told him once again.
“But I do…” He replied as he looked down. “Chris!” I bawled back as I shook my head to the right, instantly.
“Chris, I’m going.” I stated clearly as I treaded away not letting him stop me.
I smashed the cabin door open, startling Jen and Cairn.
“Whoa, what’s with you?” Jen asked as she jumped from the couch as she turned the TV off. “Nothing!” I shouted aggressively in aggravation.
“Hun, what happened to you?” Cairn asked as she closed the chat box which had popped up from her laptop.
I swung my bag off my shoulder and swayed it on to my bed as I pushed myself down while my rear end hit the covers.
“I don’t know,” I began as I calmed down. “I don’t know myself anymore.” I whispered as tears produced in my eyes. “I’m a liar…” I said so sensitively it could scarcely be heard.
“What?” They asked confused as they sat next to me. “My life is a mess.” I told them over and over again. I kept telling them things that confused them. They tried to help me, but I was way pass despondent.
“Is it possible to have true love with an outfit?” I suddenly asked them. “That was pretty random but…no. You can’t, it wouldn’t be true then.” Jen answered with puzzlement in her eyes.
“Is this a trick question?” Cairn asked as she lifted her brows up. I chuckled a bit, trying to make them feel better, thinking that I had cheered up.
“No, Cairn. I just feel bad.” I said sadly, as I looked out the window across from my bed. “Though you didn’t do anything?” Cairn asked, as she placed her arm on my shoulder.
“I did, I told Tyler…” I paused when I remembered I was telling someone. How stupid. But then I felt like I should’ve told my true friends a long time.
So I decided to continue, as they gazed at me perplexed. “I told Tyler that I had a boyfriend, and then he invited me to his party…” I took a breath, “after that there’s this guy named Chris who’s like taunting me.”
“That’s not so…bad.” Jen lied. “There’s more. You know that guy named Mac that came over?” I asked them as I flushed red.
“Yeah…” They both hesitated. “I kissed him for over ten seconds and I don’t even like him.” I exhaled heavily. Frankly, telling my friends made a difference, all of a sudden I felt more superior.
Although they did start gasping and squealing like gossip girls, I still felt a whole lot better. Nevertheless not completely, just because I told two people doesn’t mean it’ll clear all my lies up.
Soon it was dark, and everyone in my cabin was drowsing away, except me. I couldn’t fall asleep without finding someone.
I looked intently at the moon outside, sitting on the covered entrance of the cabin.
“Candice?” Someone said. I wasn’t paying attention; I kept staring.
“—uh, oh sorry,” I told them as the manly figure came closer. I saw who it was, Mac.
“Mac, what are you doing here?” I asked him, as I stood up and unwrinkled my jeans. “I needed to talk to you.” He told me as he sat down.
“About what?” I inquired as I took the weight off my feet and sat down as well. |
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This is good 
luv ya
i'm mad now.