City Girl

Confessional or "The Marlee Incident"

A/N: Before we get going any further, I do want to make note that I'm taking a lot of liberties with the design of the school. I've never been to the place, and will likely never go. Also, all the characters in this story are of my own creation even my portrayal of Skandar. Again, I've never met the guy and likely never will, so the character he plays in this story is just that...a character. It is in no way meant to be an accurate representation of the real Skandar Keynes.  With all that being said...on with the story.

City Girl

Chapter 4

Day 22: Confessional or "The Marlee Incident"

"I have a confession." Those were the first words out of my mouth when Kayla answered her Skype call.

It's been about two weeks since Skandar first invited me to join his friends in the library, and I've been going back every day since. I still haven't told Kayla that I even knew Skandar. I couldn't keep it a secret anymore; the guilt was eating at me, and honestly, I really needed someone to share in my excitement.

"Well, don't go mute on me now," Kayla said. "Spill the beans already. Wait...did you join some alternative emo rock group, dye your hair bright blue, and now you're wearing a wig to fool me?"

"Yes, Kayla, that's exactly what I did because that's what all the London teenagers do." I rolled my eyes for dramatic affect. "Are you on crack?"

"No, but you must be to do all that, Physco. Tell me though, how did you get Mr. Belmont to agree to that? I wanna use the same trick on my dad."

"You don't have to call him Mr. Belmont anymore, Kay; we're not five. You can call him my dad."

"No I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because he scares me," she said flatly. "Any-houser...your confession, get on with it."

"ImetSkandarKeynes." It was all one word when I said it, so it took Kayla a moment to interpret it.

"You met Skandar Keynes? The Skandar Keynes?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded my head.

"Why do I feel like there's more that you're not telling me?"

"Because there is," I confessed.

"Don't do this to me, Aly-Cat. Don't make me go all matrix on you and crawl through your laptop."

"That's not what the Matrix is about."

"I don't know what it's about. I didn't watch the movie and write a five page review on it."

"It wasn't five pages...it was four."

"And that makes all the difference?"

"Sometimes, yes."

"Whatever. So, continue with your Skandar Keynes confession. Did he fall madly in love you with you at first sight?"

I didn't respond.

"You're not denying it. Why aren't you denying it? Holy smokes Aly-Mae..."

"Whoa simmer down Kay-Kay. It's nothing so severe as that."

"But...I know there's a 'but' in there."

"But...I think we've been flirting."

Her mouth dropped open for a brief second before she slammed it shut. "Ok...So we both know that your judgement of boys is kinda shot, so... Why don't you start from the beginning, tell me everything, and then I'll tell you what's what."