Of Two Minds
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It was Tuesday and in retrospect Tuesday was one
of the most blah days of the entire week. Every other day I
always had something to do or was recuperating from something the
day before. Tuesday was pretty much a waste of my life. Except
for this Tuesday. After the whole debacle with Bryce and David
yesterday I was determined to make sure I never hurt either one
of them again. That meant that, since it was Bryce’s week,
I had to learn how to trust him with the things that happened, no
matter what. I could live with that, I realized. Bryce was a
great guy; girls still feel over him at school. Not that that was
saying much since girls practically swooned over David too. The
surprising thing was that neither Bryce nor David even looked
their way anymore. I felt a tiny tinge of pride at the fact that
I was all they saw now, even if that was conceded. I was also
determined to make yesterday up to Bryce since technically he had
lost a whole day of spending time with me when I wasn’t
gallivanting around with David. I didn’t feel bad for
spending time with David, I just felt bad that I had to hurt
Bryce to do it. But either way, I was going to make it up to him.
So when he asked me to go somewhere with him after school, even
though he didn’t tell me where we were going, I felt myself
saying yes. Don’t get me wrong: I really did want to go.
But I think I made my response a little too fast and he might
have gotten a little suspicious of ulterior motives, but when I
pushed my head up and kissed him softly I was sure he felt a
little better. During the last hour of the day, 6th hour, I
couldn’t help but get anxious. I was genuinely excited for
my date with Bryce, seeing how the first one had went so
perfectly. He seemed to know a lot of unsaid and unspoken things
about me and in the short time I had known him, he seemed to
really care about what I wanted and who I was. I was standing at
my locker after the bell rang at the end of the day, shoving
books in my locker, when I was suddenly being hugged from behind.
I smiled to myself and played along. “Guess who?”
Bryce said and I could tell he was smiling. He seemed to have
completely forgotten yesterday. I laughed to myself and thought
about it. “Hmm… Abraham Lincoln?” I asked,
hopefully. I was suppressing a giggle as he spun me around to
face him. He was smiling when he pulled me into his chest.
“Very poor guess, Hannah. And here I was thinking you were
a scholar,” he said, trying to be serious while grinning.
It didn’t work out too well. I laughed. “Sorry. I
have history last hour. I got Lincoln on the brain,” I
responded. Bryce laughed and then leaned in. I quickly met him
halfway and pushed my lips against his. We kept it strictly PG
but it still gave me butterflies. I was all but breathless when
he pulled away and took my hand. I reached into my locker to grab
my books and he quickly snatched it out of my hand. I looked at
him quizzically. I raised my eyebrow. “You know, you guys
need to stop acting like I’m cripple. Just because
I’m three months pregnant doesn’t mean you have to do
everything for me. I’m perfectly capable,” I told
him, practically sticking my nose in the air. He chuckled at my
statement and shut my locker door, pulling me into the mass of
people heading towards the exit. “Did it ever occur to you
that I like doing things for you?” he asked, expertly
weaving through people without taking his eyes off of me. I
thought about it then sighed. I guess I could see his point.
“But still…” I said, not wanting to give in so
easily. “I would like to hold onto my independency so that
when I really need you to carry my books you won’t be sick
of doing it,” I told him truthfully. What was I going to do
when I was 8 months along and couldn’t even get out of bed
by myself? I was going to need help and I needed to count on
someone then, not now when I was still able bodied. Bryce’s
face went from playful to serious rather quickly.
“I’ll never get sick of you, Hannah,” he
replied, his eyes scorching me. Gosh, how I wished I could live
in his eyes. Instead of answering with what I was sure would be a
totally lame response, I reached up and cupped his face and
kissed him lightly. Then I pulled back, squeezed his hand and
followed him into the parking lot. “So…” I
said, subtly changing the subject. “Where are we
going?” I asked, knowing he probably wouldn’t tell
me. What was up with guys keeping our dates a secret? He kept
walking but looked down at me with a devious but adorable grin.
It was nothing like the evil grins he used to give me.
“You’ll see,” he whispered in my ear and then
opened my car door, ushering me inside.
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---Caitlyn
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eknovels · 1 decade ago
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So.Excited.