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| Chapter Twenty-One | Entry #534986 |
Violet stared at the square of ceiling above her bed, refusing to move from her matress.
She wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't just drop Christian to make Drake feel better. And she wouldn't give up Drake for the world.
She rolled over on her bed and sat up, still trying to duck a little so that she couldn't be seen through the window. The sun shone right into her room, sending a stream of sunlight to cover her blanket and make it easy for anyone to see her if she moved her face into the ray.
But she was only worried about one person.
She manuvered her head through the shadowed section of the bed, rising onto her knees to see over the glare.
And there she saw Drake. He sat on his bed, hunched over a text book.
When she saw him there, solemn and peaceful, as she was used to seeing him, her heart gave a subtle thump.
Oh God, she thought, dropping back down on her bed. I did not feel my heart skip a beat because of Drake.
It was because of the kiss. When he kissed her on Saturday, it had sent her off physically, uot only because she hadn't been kissed in almost three years.
She bet if she...
Violet stood from her bed and raced out of her room.
All she had to do to prove that there were no sparks between her and Drake was kiss someone else, right? Someone that she didn't necessarily feel that way about.
If she felt something, then she knew she just missed physical contact. If not...
She wouldn't think about that.
Ten minutes later, she pulled up in front of the video store. When she walked in, Christian was helping an older woman with a shock of white hair.
She waited patiently for them to finish before stepping up to Christian and latching onto his arm.
When he looked down at her with his sky blue eyes, she couldn't help but wish that she had feelings for him, real feelings. Yes, she'd grown to love him, but not the way she loved-
"Violet?" Christian's voice was urgent, concered.
She tugged him into the aisle between the family videos and the drama section.
Of course, Violet knew, even before her lips came down on Christian's, that there would be no tingling sensation, no fireworks because her heart didn't flip when he walked into a room the way it did when she saw Drake; she didn't feel like she was missing something when he wasn't around, the way she did when she and Drake were apart; and she didn't feel like her heart would shatter when they were fighting the way she feared it would any second now.
She forced herself to stay in the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away, just to make sure.
But she felt no unnatural sensation, a quick spreading of heat across her body, the way she had when Drake kissed her.
When she looked into Christian's blue eyes, she felt ashamed for using him in such a way, to figure out if she was really in love with a guy that wasn't him.
Christian opened his mouth to say something, but a familiar voice behind her spoke over him.
"I wouldn't waste my time if I were you, Violet," Colette said.
Violet turned to look at the blonde that emerged from an aisle beside them. "It's none of your business, Colette," Violet said, coldly. Why was Colette butting in? What did she have to do with any of this?
"But it is my business, Violet, because I know something about Christian and your mom that you don't."
Violet wanted to tell colette to shove it, but when she saw Christian tense beside her, she got curious.
"Colette, what are you talking about?"
Colette's eyes shifted to Christian, and Violet turned to look at him, too.
His eyes wento slowly from Colette to Violet, and she could see the sadness in them.
"I was gonna tell you today," he said.
Violet froze. "What?"
"I don't think we can be friends anymore."
Violet felt a lump rise in her throat. "Why?"
"Because your mom payed him to hang out with you." Colette interrupted in an overpowering voice.
Violet kept her eyes on Colette's blue ones. She didn't want to look at Christian again. She didn't want to see the expression on his face. "Is that true?"
"Yes," he answered. "But I told her I couldn't do it anymore. She asked me to be your friend becasue she was convinced that you need a guy around, and I wanted the money. But now that I know how great you are, now that I know about you and Drake-"
"Me and Drake?" Violet blurted, finally looking at Christian.
Christian shook his head. "Violet, you're crazy about him. Why do you think you've been so upset lately?"
Violet's head drooped, and she ran a hand through her hair. Christian had realized it before she had. How stupid could she get?"
Her head shot up. "I gotta go." She pushed past Colette and hurried out the door. She needed to get to Drake. She didn't want to think about what Colette said. She needed to fix one thing at a time, and Drake was more important than anything else.
Maggie saw Violet race out of the video store and called to Nancy before going after her.
"Violet!"
Violet was trying to unlock her car door with shaking hands when Maggie approached.
"Violet." She put a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "What's going on?"
Violet stiffened under her mother's hand but didn't look up.
Maggie's gaze wandered over to the video store and she dropped her hand. On the other side of the glass door stood Christian and that girl Colette, who she'd spoken to the night before, watching them.
"Violet, what happened?"
Violet straightened and looked at her mother. "Mom, I really don't have time. I know what you did, and I'm upset, but I have something else to focus on right now." Violet got her door open and started to climb into her car.
"Wait!" Maggie took a firm grip on the door, just in case her daughter tried to close it ans take off. "Violet, you have to understand."
"Mom! I don't want to understand." Violet sat in the driver's seat, her hands on the wheel, looking straight ahead. "You did something very, very stupid! You made me think that I had one more friend than I really did, you made Drake think that I was replacing him with someone that I didn't even have feelings for, you thought I was weaker than I am, and I could loose my best friend becuase of all this!"
Maggie watched her daughter's frustration, and all the pride and determination she'd had over the past week to make her daughter happy suddenly disappeared.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, after taking a few breaths to calm her nerves. "I never meant to ruin your life. I just wanted to make you happy. Christian is still your friend, he asked me not to pay him anymore because he couldn't bare to stand between you and Drake. I don't think your weak at all. I was just so afraid that you would be hurt by the way your father and I have been fighting that I wanted to give you something to hellp you through it, someone to take you away from everything."
"Do you know what would work even better?" Violet asked in a cold tone that almost made Maggie gasp. "If you and Dad would stop fighting."
Maggie felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She felt tears sting her eyes, but she held them back. She couldn't cry in front of her daughter. "I wish I knew how to make that stop," she breathed. "I wish I could make your father love me as much as I love him, but I'm not sure that I can do that."
"But why?" Violet sounded hurt now. "Why doesn't he love you?"
Maggie shrugged. "I wish I knew."
Maggie could see the anxiousness in her daughter's eyes and wondered why she was in such a hurry.
"Mom, I'm not mad at you for what you did. I'm just mad because I could loose Drake. He hates me right now, and I can't let it stay that way. And you shouldn't let it stay that way either. All you have to do is talk, communicate."
When Maggie heard her daughter's voice break on the last word, she looked up to see tears streaming down Violet's face. She reached out a brushed away the tears. "Honey, don't cry."
"I'm so angry at myself," she said. "I can't believe that I didn't realize how I feel about Drake until now. Now that I've pushed him away and let the unimportant things come between us."
Maggie smiled at her daughter. "Violet, from what I can tell, you couldn't get that boy to leave you if you tried."
Violet smiled, and Maggie let her close her door and drive off before she went back to the Tea Cup. She would work the rest of her shift, then go home and confront her husband. |
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