A Shoulder to Cry On: Part 2

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I looked up to see to see a familiar face. It was Butch, and he looked concerned. "Hey, are you okay?"

I attempted to dry my eyes, but more tears came. "Ummm... I'm okay, I guess," I said, but the tears kept coming. "Mitch and I broke up... sort of."

"Sorry, BC," he said, trying to sound sympathetic. "He really wasn't good enough for you."

"I wish I figured that out months ago," I said.

"Why did you start goin' out with him anyway?" he asked me. He stood next to me and took my hand. "He doesn't seem like your type."

"I don't know," I said, but that wasn't really telling the truth. I thought about it for a moment. The truth was right there, and I felt the need to tell him. "Before him no other guy gave me a second look. I'm not exactly beautiful, you know."

"That's not true," Butch said. He came close to me, which made me nervous. He leaned against me, and the closer he got the more shaken I became. He put his hand on my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. "Are you afraid of me?"

I thought about it for a moment. "No," I said in a quiet voice, and I wasn't. I felt as if I belonged there.

He put his arms around me, and suddenly I felt so safe and excited at the same time. His lips came so close to mine, and suddenly they touched. An exhilaration ran through my body as I felt myself kissing him back. My arms found their way around his neck, and I opened my mouth letting his tongue roll around with mine. His taste was so sweet, and I never wanted the kiss to end. Finally, we broke away from each other and looked into his eyes. No one had ever kissed me like that. I breathed deeply, still unable to speak.

"Do you feel better?" he asked me.

I backed up, as a strange look came upon his face. "I'm confused," I said, looking away from him. "I still care about Mitch, but..."

"Confused? After what he did?" He looked at him shocked.

I turned back to him. "What do you mean, Butch?" I asked. "Are you talking about what happened at school, or..."

"No," he said. "I saw you two in the park, and..."

"Were you there?" I couldn't believe it. I felt embarrassed thinking that he saw what happened.

"Sort of," he said. He looked a little guilty, and I backed away from him but just a few inches. "Look. I wasn't spying on you. I just thought you might need some help. I was going to go after him, but I saw that you can handle yourself. Then you just ran off."

"So you followed me?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "I thought you might need somebody. You know, a shoulder to cry on, and I was right."

"Is that why you kissed me? Because you felt sorry for me." Now, I was mad. I turned away from him and folded my hands over.

I felt his hands on my shoulders. "Is that what you think? That I felt sorry for you."

I turned around to face him. "Then why did you kiss me?" I asked. "What do you want from me?"

"Just to be your friend," he said. I didn't see that usual smirk. He looked so sincere. I just hoped it wasn't a facade.

"Is that true?" I asked. "You're a guy, and I know what guys have on their minds."

"And what about you?" he asked. I could see that smugness returning to his face. It was enough to make me angry, but I managed to keep my cool for now. "Oh, come on, BC. Tell the truth."

"What truth?" I fired at him.

"You wanted me to kiss you," he said. I was speechless, because I knew it was the truth. I did want him to kiss me, but I could never admit that to him.

He came towards me again. This time I didn't back away. He was right, and I couldn't deny it. I did want him, but I didn't know why. I barely knew him for a day, and I already let him kiss me. Was I turning into a slut? Maybe Mitch was right to be jealous. I realized that it didn't matter now. All I could see was Butch.

I was leaning against one of the old mangled cars. My heart started to pound as he leaned down and kissed me. It was a sweet kiss at first, but is soon deepened as I melted into his arms. I sighed softly as he arms wrapped tightly around me. I felt my arms around his neck and felt his soft dark hair between my fingers. There was a flutter in my stomach, and my body felt so light.

When we finally broke apart, he brushed his hand across my cheek. "So, are you still confused about Mitch?"

"Who?" I said.

I was breathing heavy, but I saw the sly smirk come across his face. He grabbed my waist, and I felt something stir within me. This time I kissed him, which surprised him a little, but he picked me up off the ground and held onto me. He set me down after a few moments and took my hand.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked him.

"Just go with the flow," he said and smiled at me.

"The flow?" I said and laughed at him. "That's so lame."

"Oh, really," he said. "Okay, how about I give you a ride home? It is getting pretty late."

"My dad's pretty strict on curfew, and after not coming home after school I'll probably get grounded anyway."

"Then I better get home, before you get into any more trouble."

He took my hand and led me over to where he parked his motorcycle. Suddenly I forgot all about my troubles with Mitch and everything else that involved reality. I wondered if he had anything to do with it.


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