Chapter 25 - Just BarelyA Chapter by emmaNate let me into his truck,
and then he got in on the other side. I took in my surroundings for the second
time, trying to ignore the painfully fast pace my heart was beating at. Nate
smiled at me, and I smiled at him. He started the vehicle and we began driving
away. It was awkward, for some reason. I tapped my foot on the floor to no
definite beat, feeling the tension in the air between us. “So,” I mustered
brilliantly. Nate laughed. “So.” I gave him a sideways look.
“What’s so funny?” “Nothing, I guess. I was
just relieved I wasn’t the only one who felt awkward.” I smiled. “Nope, you are
definetly not alone there.” After that, our
conversations flowed easily. We talked about everything and anything. Except
ghombies. Parties, pools, cell phones, candy, ice cream, penguins. It was
rather random. When we were a few blocks away from the fast food restaurant, my
phone rang. I fished it out of my pocket and answered. “Hello?” “Andrea? It’s Max.” I smiled into the phone.
“Oh, hey, Max.” Nate gave me a quick look.
His grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel. “Uh, can we meet up soon and
work on our drama assignment?” He sounded nervous. “Sorry, Max, I can’t.” I
glanced and Nate and smiled shyly. “I’m kind of on a date.” Nate shot me an amused look,
and I stuck my tongue out at him in response. Max was silent. “Max?” No reply. “Max, are you there?” “Yes.” “Okay, well we’ll have to do
the assignment some other time.” “You’re on a date?” Max
sounded astounded. I shrugged. “I guess, yeah.”
A blush spread across my cheeks. “With who?” “Why does that matter?” I
asked. “It just does.” We pulled up at the
restaurant. “I have to go, Max. Talk to you later.” “No, wait--” I hit ‘End’ and pulled open
the truck door. Nate and I met up in front of his vehicle, and we made our way
to the entrance of Burger King. “Who was that?” Nate asked.
I noticed we were walking close enough that our bodies brushed every so often. “Max.” “Who’s Max?” “A kid in my drama class.
We’re doing a project together.” Nate accepted this and we
made our way into Burger King. We ordered, then sat down with our food trays at
a table near the back of the restaurant. Nate dug in and I picked daintily at
my fries. After he’d scarfed half of his meal, I began talking. “So. What happened with the
ghombie?” Nate sighed and closed his eyes.
“It was a girl. She pounced on me as I was leaving my house . . . I have no
clue why she was there. Anyways, she bit into me and the only thought in my
head was pain. It was so painful,
Andrea. Like she was ripping me apart and then stapling me back together.” I nodded and reached across
the table for his hand. He took it with ease. “And then everything sort of
turned white. I could see everything, but it was white. It was really weird.” “That happens to everyone,”
I told him. “It’s totally normal. Well, as normal as any of this gets.” He plowed on, disregarding
my comment. “Then I blacked out. When I woke up, I was looking at my body lying
there on my front steps. I felt really cold. And, well, dead inside.” I completely understood. “Then it woke up. It stared
at me, smiled, and ran away. I was stuck in a dead girl’s body for who knows
how long. When it came back, the white tinted world came back. Next thing I
knew, I was back in me, and the ghombie was gone.” I squeezed his hand tight.
“Are you okay?” “Not really. I was scared.”
His gray eyes met mine, and for one instant, I felt like I could see down to
his core. I could see every piece of person that made him himself. And then he
blinked and I was back to just staring at gorgeous, but normal eyes. His fingers were warm in
mine. I never wanted to let go, and I wondered if he felt the same. Actually, I
wondered what he was thinking about as we looked at each other from across the
greasy fast food table. What did he see in my eyes? My deepest secrets? Did he
see my kiss with Chase? Did he see my one and only drink? Or did he see
himself, since he was what occupied most of my thoughts? I didn’t know. The door chimed from behind
me and Nate’s eyes widened. I turned around, my grasp slipping from his.
Clarissa Flory and Nadine Edwards were walking in, their long beautiful hair
cascading all around them. Anger simmered in my stomach. Or maybe it was
betrayal. Either way, when they saw Nate, they rushed on over. They pulled up
two chairs and squished in next to Nate. “Hi, Nate!” sang Clarissa. “What’s up?” Nadine asked. I scowled at the two girls,
wondering who they thought they were. You can’t just pull up two chairs next to
two people on a date . . . it’s just not done. I was actually furious. I was
just going to be put off to the side. Nate didn’t respond to
either blondes. He just stared at me, as if I’d put a spell over him. I liked
the attention. Clarissa poked him. “Natey, are you okay?” Natey? Okay, enough was
enough. I cleared my throat and both
girls finally noticed me. “Excuse me, but I think you’re interrupting us.” Clarissa shot me an annoyed
look. “Whatever, loser.” “Yeah, shut up,” Nadine
chimed in. I glared at Clarissa.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve.” “So do you.” “I think you should leave us
alone,” I said, addressing them both now. Clarissa yawned and leaned
into Nate so her head was on his shoulder. She clutched his arm to her chest
like he was her lifeline. Oh. Hell. No. It didn’t even make me feel better that
Nate scolded her and slid out of her grip. No, I was so pissed I could’ve
punched her. So I did. I jumped up, knocking my
chair over, and pulled my fist back to get momentum. When my fist connected
with her face, she screamed. And my knuckles cracked. “Oh my God!” Nadine
screeched, just as astonished as everyone else in the restaurant who had
gathered around. Clarissa was gushing blood
now, her nose a swollen mess of the red liquid. I looked at my still clenched
fist and noticed the little drops of blood. I brushed them away. All of a
sudden, I felt hurt. I had to resort to violence because of two stupid girls
who were throwing themselves at Nate. Tears in my eyes, I pushed out of the
restaurant, not listening to the people screaming at me to come back. The afternoon air was
refreshing on my cheeks. I wiped my nose and eyes and started to walk away when
someone grabbed my hand. “Andrea,” breathed Nate. I spun around. “What?” “Are you okay?” He seemed to
ask me that question a lot. “No. But I’ll bet your
girlfriend in there is a whole lot worse.” I jutted my chin out towards the
restaurant. I could hear people yelling and such from inside. Nate shrugged. “She’ll be
fine.” I looked at him, puzzled.
Why was he with me when I’d just physically harmed someone? He took my look as a
question. “It’s not even as bad as my hit was.” I laughed a little,
remembering the way we met. He smiled at me. “There you go, laugh it up.
She’s not even worth crying over, Drey.” Three things that are majorly
important to me: one, he can tell I’m basically crying. Two, he acknowledged
that I’m crying over Clarissa, and he’s telling me not to worry about her
because he isn’t. And three, he called me Drey. I sniffled and sucked it up.
“Can you take me home, Nate?” He sighed, but nodded. We
got back into his truck and he drove me back to my house. Neither of us spoke
the entire ride, but it wasn’t awkward. It was like he was letting me collect
my thoughts. When we pulled into my
driveway, I expected him to just let me out and then drive away. But he
actually got out and walked me to my door, as if this catastrophe really had
been a date. “Thanks for everything,” I
told him. “Sorry I went crazy and punched someone. Kinda ruined the day.” He laughed lightly. “I
guess. But it was cool to see you so jealous of me.” I put my hands on my hips.
“I was not jealous. She was just pissing me off.” “Yeah. Whatever.” That’s when in happened. He
leaned in close and put his arms around my waist. I let my arms coil themselves
around his neck, and we rested our foreheads against each other’s. For a few
seconds, we just stood there, staring into each other’s eyes, face to face.
Then, finally, our lips just barely connected. The door flew open, jolting
us away from each other. I pulled my arms back, and he pulled back his. My
grandma stood in the doorway, a rolling pin in her hand. She stared menacingly
down at Nate and I. “What’s up, kids?” she asked
and I could tell she was trying incredibly hard not to laugh. “Grandma--” “Andrea, how about you
introduce me to your little friend?” “No, that’s okay, he has to
go.” I gave Nate a look that said
to get the hell out. He recognized the look, and winked at me. “Yes, I have to get going.
Bye, Andrea. See you tomorrow.” “Bye.” I couldn’t wait until
tomorrow. I watched Nate peel away,
then drive off. Then I wheeled around and faced my grandmother. “What. Was. That?” She began laughing so hard
that she was wheezing. I just glared at her. “Oh, honey, since your mom
and dad both can’t be the annoying over-protective guardian, I have to fill
in!” “You could’ve at least let
me kiss him for a second or two longer,” I muttered under my breath. I hadn’t
expected her to hear, and she didn’t. “But, c’mon, that was pretty
funny,” she tried to convince me. “Nope. Not at all.” I rushed upstairs, trying
hard not to hear my grandma’s cackles. I lay on my bed, my whole body jittery.
Had I imagined it, or had Nate and I just kissed? I really hoped I hadn’t
imagined it. © 2011 emmaAuthor's Note
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Added on December 16, 2011Last Updated on December 16, 2011 AuthoremmaCanadaAbouti'm emma and i watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot of books and come talk to me about that i would love to talk with you also: i write things every once and a while more..Writing
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