OK so I know I do a lot of poetry but this is something a little different. I will do my best to post the next chapter every day but no promises. This is the prologue to a story I’ve been working on.
“Come on, Vanessa, he’s your best friend, just talk to him,” Jenny said grabbing my arm.
“No, you’re my best friend and besides he’s with his girlfriend,” I stated matter-of-factly, pulling my arm back.
“Girlfriend or no girlfriend, Mitchel still has feelings for you and you definitely need to tell him how you feel.” She started pulling me towards the spot where Mitchel was standing with the girl he proclaimed to love. I pulled back. I couldn’t even look his way. I was too scared to talk to him. Kevin walked out of the side door of the school. Thanking God, I wiggled away from Jenny and ran in his direction.
“Kevin, you are such a lifesaver.” I hugged him and started to head towards home.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Jenny said catching my arm. “Now, Kevin, help me out here. Don’t you agree that Vanessa should tell Mitchel that she still likes him?”
“Yup.” Kevin grabbed my other arm and they both pulled me over to Mitchel and Ashley.
“Hey, Mitchel, can we talk to you real quick?” Kevin asked. Mitchel nodded, kissed Ashley and walked over. He looked puzzled as he looked at the scene before him. Kevin and Jenny were holding me as I desperately tried to free myself from their steady grips.
“What’s up?” Mitchel asked concerned about what was happening to his best friend. I had known Mitchel almost all my life but I couldn’t bring myself to speak to him now. I did my best to avoid the deep emeralds that rested themselves in the sockets where his eyes should be. I was still struggling to release myself from Kevin and Jenny but with little success.
“Vanessa?” Mitchel’s confusion danced across his face toying with amusement. I started to pull away harder as the tears began to form and spill over my lashes.
“Please just let me go, this isn’t funny anymore,” I said, trembling from the effort.
“Are you ok?” Mitchel said, reaching out to wipe the tears that had started to run down the side of my face. I nodded and finally succeeded in pulling away from Kevin and Jenny and ran.
I left Mitchell standing there confused and hurt at my shying away and not telling him everything. I finally had to stop about a hundred feet away from where I had left them. I was safely tucked around the side of the building when I finally let the rest of my emotions take hold of me. I fell to the ground crying and holding the necklace Mitchel didn’t know I still wore. He gave it to me for my birthday a few years ago and I had never taken it off. The small dolphin gave me comfort even on the worst of days. The same way he used to. I heard footsteps stop behind me as I finished the last of my tears and stood to leave.
“Look, Kevin, the fact is he loves Ashley, not me. It doesn’t matter whether or not he knows how I feel about him. It’s over. Just let it drop. I can’t do this anymore.” I turned to face Mitchel. He was clearly taken aback by what I had just uttered to who I thought was Kevin.
“V-Vanessa?” he stuttered out taking a few steps towards me. Tears were now streaming down my face again in a fresh river. He closed the small distance between us in an easy stride and gathered me into his arms.
“Vanessa, I had no idea,” He said, planting kisses in my damp hair. He sounded so hurt and so shocked that I pulled away to tell him not to worry about me, but before I could speak, he kissed me.
ok I know its really rough but please let me know what you think!
i really dig the bit about emeralds resting where eyes ought to be, fantastic sentence structure, ill wait for more
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…..im still waiting
I agree with James-Dean, that line jumped out at me.
Plus a very nice, very innocent piece that makes me want to read more.
One small thought, if you really want us to ‘come back after the commercials’ leave us at the moment where she turns and discovers it’s Mitchel…that’s where I was hooked.
Now that I know they kissed I can get up and go make a sandwich and not worry if I miss a little bit.
I’m coming back from the B.S. Sandwich. Ahem, I mean Cochran. Oh dear, I seem to have misplaced a brain cell. Good work, author_girl_