“I’ve met this
really nice guy.” I twirled my hair around my finger as I chatted on the phone
with Carry-Ann.
She was silent for a
moment and then she asked, “What – you’re going out with him?” was that tiny
silence significant? And was she sounding more horrified than merely
interested? Should I ask after James? Did I really want to jeopardise any hope
of being his girlfriend by accepting a date with Steve?
“Not yet.” I said
with a sigh, “But he’s really nice, you know – and well…” I trailed off. James has never asked.
She asked me all
about him then and I got quite excited to be able to talk about a guy that was
actually interested in me like that. As much as I loved James – more than
anything in the whole world if I’m going to be honest – he’d never once shown
me any sign of wanting me to be anything more than friends – and I wanted so
much more than that.
I left it for a few
days – surely Carry-Ann would tell the others that I’d met a guy. Surely if James
wanted me, now would be the time for him to stake his claim. I stared at my
phone willing it to ring. Please call me.
It never rang. I
went to class and Steve smiled at me, sending a little thrill through me that
he really liked me.
He came over to me
after class, “I’ve got tickets to that band you said you liked.” He grinned
hopefully.
I looked at the
tickets. Oh, my God… one of my absolute favourites. I grinned up at him. “That
is so cool,” I replied excitedly. And that was it – we were going out…
Angelica
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