Heartbreak

Don't scare him off

Chapter Two

I didn’t talk to Drew much the rest of the week, sometimes he would ask about the homework or ask directions to his next class. It was now Friday, the day we were to hangout with everyone at the Mocha Monkey. The day was going by fairly quickly and it was already lunch.

“Cassandra,” Misty’s voice was gentle and cautious, “can I tell you something?”

“Anything,” I sighed, picking my sandwich apart.

“Promise you won’t freak out,” she sighed. I held my pinky out to her and she happily took it.

“If you pregnant just name the kid after me,” I sighed, she smacked my arm.

“I think I like Drew ,” I dropped my sandwich onto the table and looked at her with wide eyes.

“What?!” I shouted. People turned their heads toward us, including Drew , probably expecting a fight.

“Cassandra you can have any guy in this school,” she sighed after we were safely in the hall way and out of ear shot. “You have been on more dates then my grandmother.

“All those dates have been dates,” I yelled, “not boyfriends. Kurtis was my first boyfriend because I was waiting for the right one! I really like Drew.”

“You barely know him,” she sighed. Her eyes were filling with tears; this was our first fight in ages.

 “Well…” my voice trailed off and I rubbed the back of my neck.

“What are you hiding?” she asked, eyes picking apart my body language. Misty can basically read you mind just by your body language.

“You are hiding something,” she giggled.

I sighed and started to tell her everything that happened that night I sat with Drew in the field. Once I was finished Misty’s eyes were popping out of her head.

“I am so sorry,” she whispered, “I will back off.”

“Thanks,” I sighed.

***

“Where are you going?” Mitch asked. He was leaning against my door frame and watching as I struggled with my purse zipper. “Are you going on a date?”

“I wish,” I snorted, pulling my rd pleather jacket around me.

“Where are you going?” he asked. I smiled to myself once the zipper zipped shut.

“Out,” I giggled, loving teasing him.

“Tell me!” he demanded.

“I am just going out with friends,” I sighed.

“Is that boy going?” he sneered.

“I just so happen to really like that boy,” I hissed. “Don’t scare him off.”

“Ah,” Mitch chuckled, “It is the boy.”

“It’s not a date though,” I sighed, “It’s a group thing.”

Just then I heard a honk outside my window.

“That’s my cue,” I shrieked.

“Have fun,” Mitch chuckled and started walking out my bedroom door.

“Mitch!” I called after him.

“Yeah,” he said, backing back into my room.

“Don’t tell dad,” I sighed. He nodded and continued down the hall. I climbed out the window and walked to Misty’s car.

If dad found out I was going out he would kill me. It’s like he expects me to run away like my mother. Even though my father had never hit me I always feared him when he got mad. So I tried not to let him get mad.

***

We pulled up to the Mocha Monkey after a few minutes of driving and mindless conversation.

“Ready?” Misty asked. This was our first outing in a while.

“Not really,” I sighed.