And just as I planned, an arm
caught me and pulled me back up.
Applause sounded in my head in
celebration.
"Thanks." I chirped,
holding in my cackles. I glanced at Teresa, where she was
inches away, her face unmistakably red with fury. But Kyle
didn't notice. All he did was stare into my eyes. And I
stared into his big brown ones, the pupil barely visible.
Believe it or not, this was not part of the
plan. But I didn't notice I was doing it, until Teresa
coughed, unable to pronounce English words.
Kyle broke away from my longing
gaze, pretending nothing happened. He flirtatiously slipped his
arms around her waist, but she pushed him away.
"Player." She hissed,
crossing her arms across her chest. His face showed no emotion
whatsoever. He didn't look hurt, happy, or sad. His face
was as blank as unused paper. But Teresa's was not; hers
was undeniably filled with rage.
"Teresa, this
isn't-"
"Save your breath for the
next girl."
I slipped away from the now
ex-couple and tittered in joy. As I weaved myself in and out of
crowds of people, I felt Kyle's eyes on the back of his
head. I could faintly hear Teresa sobbing and Kyle following me
silently.
But I left before he could ever
catch me.
Step one? Check.
