The Warriors

Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN

The next morning I wake with a big smile on my face.  "I'm not talking to you," Larry says, as I roll out of bed.  He's laying there looking at me with a hurt expression.  "He kissed me," I say, flashing back to the chaste kiss we shared.  Larry smiles and pops out of bed.  "How was it?  Did he use tongue?" he asks.  "I thought you weren't talking to me?" I ask in a singsong voice.  "I forgive you, now spill!" he says, totally gushing. 

                I decide to wear something extra special because of my extra special mood.  Going through my closet, I decide that I will not act any different today in front of him.  I will act as if nothing happened, that's what I am going to do.

                I choose a pink Chanel dress that has white polka dots on it and a white silk sash tied at the waist.  Then I put on some white panty hose with white Yves St. Laurent pump and a white Chanel bag with a gold chain.  I put my hair in a loose bun, leaving loose curls hanging out.  I put some lip gloss on and am ready to start my day.....

                "Good morning Madame," Shang says, as I get out of the car.  I gulp, taking in the beautiful sight that he is.  "Good morning," I manage to squeak out.  He smiles in amusement and kisses my hand.  My stomach flutters just like the first time when he did that.  Then, without letting go of my hand we walk to the library, one of my favorite places in the school.  It's two stories and has so many books that I haven't read yet, but I plan on.

                "I'm glad you had fun last night," he says, fingering my sunglasses.  He had taken them off of me and was looking at them with amusement.  "Why are you laughing at my glasses?" I demand taking them back away from him to put on.  "They're cute," he says.  "Mmhmm," I mumble and sit down on a bench, since the day is so pretty, and I don't want to waist it by going inside.

                We sit in silence, and I survey what he is wearing.  He has on navy blue slacks with a white button down shirt and on top of that is a pink jacket suit thing.  I like the way it looks, with his red tie and dark hair.   "You checking my handsomeness out?" he asks grinning.  I blush and look away from him.  Chuckling, he takes my face in his hand and turns it toward him, "You look nice," he says and gently presses his lips to mine.  I want to run my hands through his pin straight hair, but instead rest them on his shoulders.  When he pulls away from me, my hands are still there.  I immediately miss his soft lips.  He brushes a piece of hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear, and then caresses my face.   He puts his hands on mine and puts them on my lap.  "We have to get to class," he whispers, letting go.  I was paying so much attention to him, that I didn't realize the bell had rung.  "True," I whisper back and get up first, holding my hand out to him to help him up. 

                At lunch, Shang is nowhere to be found, so I go to the library alone.  Sitting down in my usual spot, I take out my diary and write what has been on my mind lately.

He's so beautiful, and nice.  I don't understand why he likes me. Part of me wants to believe that he is only being nice so he can kill me, just like any other boy from the Samurais would do, but then part of me wonders maybe he is just using me so he can be king.  I really wish I didn't have these doubts, and that I could talk to someone about them who won't tell me that its bullshit, the way I feel.  I've been taught to always follow my instincts, but this time my instincts can't pick whether to trust him, or not trust him.  I wish mom was here to help me out, because god knows dad can't help me. But even though I doubt him, I still am falling for him.  I'm falling for the way he says my name, the way he smiles at me like I am beautiful, and the way he lets me be me.  I think, maybe I am in love.

I finish writing right when he sits down next to me.  "What're you writing about?" he asks, peeking at my book.  I hide it quickly, so he can't see what I've put down.  Swiftly he picks it out of my hands and is about to look through it, "Please, don't read that Shang," I plead.  He looks at me with a serious expression.  "Okay," he says, and hands it back to me.  The rest of the lunch he is quiet, and not his normal self.  I can't help but think that maybe he did read it and knows how I feel.  I hope and pray to God he didn't read it.

            "I need to go shopping," I say the next day, trying to find something to wear.  Alexander was having a party, and Lisa really wanted me to go with her.  None of my clothes were high school party material.  NONE OF THEM.

            "Lisa, I may need to borrow some of your clothes," I say, coming into her room.  She is lying on her bed, just staring at the ceiling.  "Okay," she says, not really paying attention.  I decide not to bug her and go through her closet for something fashionable.  I had gone shopping with her, and we had bought her pretty clothes to wear to school, so now I was going through them to find something to wear.

            I decided on a see through polka dot dress that had a pearl colored slip underneath.  It tied at the shoulder and was mid thigh in length.  I then put some of my black tights on with leather ankle boots and a pearl necklace.  I let my long hair stay down and leave the waves alone.  When I went to go get Lisa, she was still lying on her bed. 

            "You okay?" I ask, plopping down on the bed beside her.  "I think I love him," she states this like it's a fact.  "Alexander?" I inquire, trying to understand her.  "Yes, I love him, and he probably doesn't love me," she says, sounding like she is on the verge of crying.  I pull her into a hug, and say," He probably likes you a lot, but he's only a high school student," I whisper in her hair.  That seems to calm her down, and she sighs.  "That's true," she says, pulling away from my hug.  "I should get ready," she says, then leaves. 

            We enter the house, one hour after the party started. There were people from school there that I've never talked to in my life that said hi to me.  Lisa said that you should always come to a party late, because that is when the best of the party is starting.  I just did whatever she said, because this was not my usual scene.  Larry was not around, because he was on a date with Dale, and I hadn't talked to Shang since lunch time. 

            We start looking through rooms, trying to find someone that we know.  I then see Larry and Dale come through the doors that led to the kitchen.  They looked like they were hiding something.  "What's wrong?" I ask, trying to push through them to get to the kitchen.  "Nothing, why don't we go get something to drink," Dale says, while Larry pulls me away from where I was heading. "But wouldn't the drinks be in the kitchen?" I ask, pulling away from him.  They look at each other, and try to grab me, but I get away and enter the kitchen.

            What I find their leaves me speechless.  There is Shang, leaning back on the kitchen counter top, with a small Asian girl leaning on him, with her arms around his neck.  Their lips are locked.  His eyes meet mine across the room, and they widen in surprise.  Blinking back tears, I turn and get away as fast as I can.

            I now understand why Larry and Dale were trying to keep me away from the kitchen, but what I don't understand was why they were spending their date in a high school party.  Taking off my shoes, I walk through the garden Alexander's parents have in their backyard.  I want to get as far away as possible from this place, without actually leaving. 

            The tears I kept hidden started pouring down my face, and I am glad that I'm wearing waterproof mascara.  I know I shouldn't be this emotional over him, we've only been on one date, not even boyfriend and girlfriend, I think, but I'm still hurt.  I thought he genuinely liked me, but maybe I was wrong.  Maybe he does that to all the girls he kisses.  Or maybe he was cheating on his Asian girlfriend with me, and I'm the other girl.  All my doubts surface, everything I've worried about swirl around in my mind. The thought that is mainly bolded out in my brain is, how could I have been so stupid?