Who Owns My Heart?

Chapter 4

NOT SURE HOW IM CHANGING THIS PART BUT THIS IS NOT A PART OF THE RE-WRITE, I AM JUST TRYING TO FIGURE IT OUT!!!!!

The day was a blur. As much as I kept repeating to myself that I did not like Landon, that I was not madly in love with him, my mind kept traveling back to one person.

And it made me angry. At myself mostly. I know it's not going to happen. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm not insecure about myself. In fact I think I'm an okay person, enough to be admired with my long dark brown hair, my green eyes, and my slender 5'9" height. I'm proud of who I am but I don't want to sound vain or anything.

It's just hard because I feel like he could never be with me, he's just too involved with Kate, this so-called girlfriend of his. I don't know if I would want to be in the middle of that if there was even a shred of opportunity.

As I was saying, the day passed in a blur with me and my confusing thoughts and when the bell finally rang my heart skipped a beat from happiness.

As I walked out of class, keys in my hand, I saw Kara.

"Alas we leave the prison," I call to her and she looks over and starts laughing.

"Shut up! You love this place more than all of us!"

"Yeah well only because I see everyone and they make it better, it's not like I actually like the concept of school!" I retort. "But that's not going to be the topic of discussion," I say as we reach my car in the parking lot. "No way. It's about how you like Quentin and you never decided to tell me." I look at her dead on.

She's looking down at first and when I say it, a gasp leaves her mouth and she looks up at me, seeming frightened. "Wha-a-t-r'e you tal-lking about?" she questions.

"Kara! Ohmygosh! It's totally okay! Don't look so scared! Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.

"It's not that I didn't want to tell you, I just felt weird. I don't like him like him. I just feel like we connect really well. I know that we are good friends and everything but I can't help it. And I don't know when I started liking him either. I just saw him one day and thought 'Wow. He is just perfect.' And yeah that's the whole story" she blushes and covers her fave with her hands.

"Well shit. This is great Kara! It's okay I can hook it up. I support you lady, wholeheartedly." I say to her and wrap her in a hug. "Love you lady."

"Love you too dude," she says and I let go of her. "I'm scared though. What if he doesn't like me back? What if he doesn't care?"

"No worries. Everything will work out just fine. Now, the real question here is do you need a ride home?"

"Yeah," Kara responds sheepishly.

"This would be the perfect time to go and ask Quentin for a ride," I say with excitement and a wink.

She looks up at me, "Genius, I know, you can thank me later. Let's go find him lady."

We turn around and start walking over to the end of the parking lot where I know indefinitely that Quentin has his motorcycle parked. Now I'm not a motorcycle expert, only a car enthusiast, but I know a great bike when I see one and Quentin's was the epitome of greatness. Seriously it was a beautiful antique and I would love to ride on it someday but I would have to get over this irrational fear I had of crashing and my skull being crushed an all this other bullshit.

"What if he says no? I don't think I can ride on his bike today," Kara starts freaking out.

"Um how long have we been friends? You've been on it before, now is not the time to get all scared and shit. This is like your move and it's necessary for initiation. Now shut up and let's go!" she straightens her back and walks over confidently.

"Hey ugly," I shout at Quentin. "Can you how Kara a ride home? I would but I have some errands to run for my parents while they are away. Thanks a bunch dude." I say and punch his arm.

"Duh. You don't have to ask. Let's go?" He questions Kara.

"Yeah, let's go!" She jumps on the back of his bike and throws on a helmet and I flip them off as they leave, and they return the gift.

Yay. This is about to be the start of something pretty amazing, I think with a smile on my face and head over to my baby, Harry, my Impala.

Wow I have lots to do today.