Fooled

Chapter One

“It’s not true,” her voice was a whisper almost inaudible. Tears glazed over her blue eyes as the world around her started spinning. The only constant stable thing in vision was Damien's shocked expression.  She tugged on his black leather jacket that was wrapped around her. He gave it to her a week ago and decided to bring it tonight to keep herself warm. She spoke again; this time a tiny bit louder but being overwhelmed by the situation, her voice cracked and shot up a few pitches when she said, “It’s not true.”

“Kat,” He started with a sound and facial expression that seemed half concerned and half scared because of the human emotion that Kathryn was giving him. He wasn’t good with emotions; he wasn’t good with crying.

“Tell me it’s not true,” She begged while her knees heavy. Almost as if she couldn’t stand anymore. Looking around, she noticed his two friends that were just congratulating him cowering away from them ,  “Damien.”

“Kat,” He started again. His voice was soft and almost apologetic which hurt her even more. His brown eyes were filled with so much regret but Kathryn ignored that. She ignored everything but him telling her the truth. 

He stared at her as she cried; only Kathryn could make something so awful look beautiful. Her usual snow-white skin was pink and her brown hair flustered neatly to frame her face perfectly. Some shorts strands stuck to the side of her face and her jaw hung slightly lower to open her mouth in a crease. A crease that was almost like a smile formed her dimple that pretty much killed Damien.

“You-you knew it was just a bet,” He finally answered her calmly but knowing she was crushed. He said it with a soft voice filled with overwhelming concern for her. “You knew that-“

“No,” She stopped him completely shaking her head. “I didn’t!”

“Kat”

“Don’t call me that,” She put up a finger to point at him, still crying, but now with a more firm and angrier voice.  “Don’t you ever call me that!” She took off the jacket that he had given her and dangled it out in front of him so that he’d take it.

“I don’t want it,” He shook his head, “That’s yours. I gave it to you.”

“Well I don’t want a souvenir,” She replied letting the sarcasm naturally spew out again and she released the jacked from her grip.

It fell on the floor as she walked backwards shaking her head. Damien’s breath hitched at the sight of her. Now he had invited her down to a measly wooden bridge at the park that looked dangerous to even stand out; hardly romantic. So why she was wearing a solid purple, strapless dress that covered half her thighs accompanied with silver high heels and the special necklace he had made her was beyond him. Nevertheless, she looked beautiful. He only had a flash of her until she turned around to run away in her silver strappy heels.

Just at the memory of that night caused Kathryn to cringe.  Wanting to ignore that feeling, she grabbed a green apple and seethed in its sourness as she flipped through a fashion magazine. “Katy,” a man walked through the kitchen and into the dining room to find Kathryn sitting back in her chair. “Don’t you think you ought to get going?”

“Not if you lend me the car,” She said hopefully.

“And how would I get to work?”

“I don’t know take the bus,” Kathryn shrugged but he gave her an ‘are you kidding me’ look, “Fine play hookie! Go get a taste of retirement.”