The Courtship (GxG, WlW, Lesbian Love Story)

Chapter Two

It's Kamryn.

The sounds of the mall are drowned out by the thundering in my chest. I feel my cheeks start to flush as my body heats up. I can't seem to look away.

Kamryn is a couple of tables away reading a book. I should really look away before she notices, but I can't seem to move. I go to stand up. Too late.

Kamryn reaches for a cup, looking up as she does so. Her hand pauses, and I know that I've been spotted. I swallow hard while my body stills even further. She doesn't look away.

I pray that Elijah comes back soon, even if it means that he has failed his mission. However, it seems there will be no one to save me. I finally let out the breath that I was holding and try to calm my screaming nerves.

It's okay. This is okay. I try to reassure myself. I just need to act natural. I'm all about casual. Damn it. If only I had a drink I could use as a prop, I feel frustrated with myself. Hurry. Think. I beg myself.

Then it hits me. I reach into my purse and grab my lip gloss. I try to keep my movements at a natural pace as I unscrew and pull out the wand. Kamryn has grabbed her drink by now, but she hasn't gone back to her book. Instead, we're still making direct eye contact.

Why can't I look away?

I glide the lip gloss applicator across my lips. I notice that Kamryn's eyes are still on me. Holy hell, why is she just watching me?

Why am I watching her?

I finish applying a new coat of the gloss and rub my lips together. Kamryn uses her tongue to guide her straw into her mouth. I can't breathe.

Why does my body heat up even more?

I'm so busy ogling Kamryn that I don't notice Elijah coming up towards the table.

"Jen!" He exclaims, and I jump, whipping my head into his direction.

"We gotta go," I rush out before he can say anything else. I'm instantly on my feet, grabbing his hand and speed walking to the escalator. I don't wait for the escalator to bring us up, instead opting to walk up, or jog in this case, like I'm on regular stairs.

So much for keeping things natural.

Elijah has a shocked look on his face, but I don't stop us until we're in a hallway that leads to the restrooms. It's then that I notice that I have begun to cry.

Elijah's shock turns into a full-blown panicked expression. He quickly pulls me into a hug, and I let out a whimper as I cry more. I don't even know why I'm crying.

"What in the world happened back there, sweetie?" Elijah asks, rubbing soothing circles on my back.

I pull away with a sniff and shake my head. I give him my best smile, "I'm so sorry to have interrupted you like that."

"Hey, no worries," he assures me, "what happened?"

"I don't know," I sigh. "Maybe I just had a panic attack." Elijah's eyes widen, and I can see the worry in his expression.

"Tell me about what happened between you and Vincent," I say, hoping to avoid having to talk about what caused my anxiety attack. I'm not even fully sure myself.

Again, Elijah picks up my hint and nods his head. "Jen, it went so great!" A smile starts to form on his lips as he begins to recount what he accomplished.

"I went up there and ordered my usual drink. But, guess what?" I don't try to guess because I know that he will be quick to tell me, and he seems too excited for me to want to butt in. I imagine that my voice is still shaky anyway.