chapterr threee! finally after a month or two..>.> hey dun blame me.. my fave tv show kept comin on ^^; ah well its here now..enjoy, i hope :P

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"Great!," relief evident in his voice. "I'll see you around." and with that he dropped his hand from my locker door and walked away, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
      I stared in disbelief after his retreating figure.
      
      Well that was unexpected..



Chapter Three


I stood staring at my familiar reflection in the full length mirror.

I suppose i do look presentable..

My stomach flipped again. This happened every time i thought about wat i was about to do, which is every five minutes.

I scrutinised the girl in the mirror closely, almost glaring. She glared back at me.
Her dark (almost black) mahogany hair swirled in loose waves across her clothed shoulders. The only make-up she had on was a light touch of clear lipgloss.
She wore a dazzling black and silver dress. It reached to about mid-thigh and showed off her legs nicely, streaks of sparkling silver material criss-crossed through the black.
Her small dainty feet were enclosed in matching silver ballet flats, while she held a small purse loosely in her manicured fingertips.

I was nervous beyond belief, half from disobeying my father and half on the party. Of course I wasn't allowed to go, but it was worth a try. My mind replayed the memory of my dad's reactions when I asked for his permission to attend the party.

"NO!!", his face turned a colour of puce. "I'm not about to lose my daughter to a bunch of stupid drunk boys!"

"But Dad-" I had tried to reason with him but he cut me off harshly.

"I said no! Now go to your room!" he yelled as if i had committed a crime. A tone of finality was evident in his shouted words. I said nothing more, but stomped angrily to my room and started to get ready anyway.

After one hour torturing myself with cosmetics and clothes, I finally decided on my outfit and am fully dressed. Nothing was going to stop me from going to this party.

At that moment I had an unexpected surge of confidence, as if God was helping me to get to the party. I took advantage of it nonetheless and carefully climbed down the ladder I had previously set up before i asked my Dad for permission. It seemed more appropriate than trying to sneak past him through the house.

The cool, crisp night air hit me like a fresh slap in the face. The moonlit house looked grim and unwelcoming. I shivered, but not from the cold. The grass under my feet made soft rustling noises as I walked across the lawn cautiously.

Getting to the party is the easiest part. It was held only a few streets down from mine. I felt guilty for not telling my Dad, i felt like I had committed a crime. A horrible one. I found myself frowning at this thought and finally noticed the loud music blazing in the distance. Almost there.

The double oak doors hung wide open, revealing several drunk girls in mid-driff tops and micro-mini skirts flailing around wildly, supposedly dancing.
I scowled in distaste. You would never catch me in that kind of outfit, or dancing that pitifully.

I felt so out of place I stood, to the side of the door hoping no one would catch sight of me. Not that i thought anyone would. The only other beings in this part of the house were a bunch of guys standing against the right wall. They were to busy ogling the practically  half-naked dancing girls.

Ugh. Perverts.

"Kate!" a deep familiar voice called out from the left side of the room. I reflexively spun around to the sound of my name. I was relieved to find Chris leaning against the doorway, looking as perfect as ever.

He wore a light blue T-shirt that fitted him nicely and accentuated his sapphire blue eyes. His right hand was stuffed in the pocket of his faded blue jeans while he used his left arm to support his weight against the doorframe. His expression was smug, that goddam smirk plastered on his face. He shifted under my gaze.

Only now did I realise I had been practically ogling for a full two minutes. My face heated up, while I refrained kicking myself from the embarrassment. I had somehow ended up examining my silver ballet flats and didn't even notice that Chris had crossed the space between us in a matter of a few strides and was now towering me easily. He leaned his face down so he could see me better, he was close enough that i could count every one of his golden eyelashes. My heart threatened to burst as it pounded erratically in my chest.

"You came.." his voice low and husky.

"I said I would, didn't I?" I looked straight into his crystal blue eyes, almost getting lost in their depths.

"Yeah, but I didn't think.." he leaned in closer. I was sure my cheeks were tinted a bright pink.

He isn't about to do what I think he is, is he?!

My breathing sped up, so did his. Our lips centimeters apart.

OhmyGod. OhmyGod. OhmyGod. He's going to do it. Whatdoido. Whatdoido. Whatdoiddo?!

TO BE CONTINUED...

sry for the cliffy ;P