Matt
"What's up with you?" Andrea asked curiously, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her eyes. "I can see it clearly on your face - you're worried about something." I had forgotten just how great Andrea had been at telling my emotions just from looking at my face. She had always been good at reading people - especially me.
I shrugged, enjoying the feel of fresh air against my skin. While I was dead, there wasn't really any fresh air, so it felt amazing. Gosh... I sound like I have been dead for fifty years instead of a few weeks.
"Oh come on Matt, I know you better than that," Andrea pleaded, taking my hand in hers. "Tell me what's going on with you!" I was a bit too distracted by the fact that out hands were together to focus on what she was asking. It felt wrong to be holding Andrea's hand. If anything, I wanted to feel Cassandra's hand in mine.
How could I even be thinking like that? I had only seen Cassandra yesterday! It was confusing how I was feeling this way about her and everything, but it's not like I had a choice in the matter. My emotions had a mind of their own.
Andrea dragged me to the nearest bench and I ended up sitting on the face of Patty Welsh, a real estate agent. "Well you know Cassandra right?" I began, realizing that there was no point in trying to avoid explaining the whole thing to Andrea. She would weasel it out of me eventually, so I might as well just tell her now.
She scrunched up her face as she thought, trying to produce a mental image of Cassandra, with her flowing dark brown hair and her beautiful eyes...
I sound like such a love-struck fool.
Finally, Andrea nodded. "Yeah I know her I think. Brown hair, incredibly shy, right?"
"Yeah. Well, she's dating that Skyler guy right? So I saw her yesterday at the park before I ran into you. And we had a small little chat before her boyfriend left us alone together. We continued talking even more and then we... we... we almost kissed." I explained, gesturing wildly with my arms as I narrated the whole thing to her.
Andrea smiled at me, resting her hand on my shoulder. "Well you almost kissed, so it's not that bad. But, you still need to apologize even though it is partly Cassandra's fault for allowing you to move in that close."
She stood up, brusting off her clothes before extending her hand out to me. I took it, allowing her to pull me up. "I think it's apology time Matthew," she said, calling me by my first name as I took her hand, hoisting myself up.
I had frozen then, not wanting to apologize yet. I wasn't ready to come to terms with what I'd done, and apologizing would definitely make me do that. The next few minutes consisted of a tug of war game over my arm. Andrea had put up a good fight, but I'd won - my strength outweighing hers.
I looked away, so I wouldn't be so weak. "Fine, I'll go on my own." she said, walking off. I couldn't let her go without me. what if Jeff showed up? "No you don't!" I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her back towards me, spinning her around to face me. She glared at me, resting her other hand on my chest and pushed me away. For such a small and weak looking person, she could pack a mean push and next thing I knew, I was on the ground. "Screw you." I said, pushing myself off the ground, ridding my jeans of the green residue.
"Well, I'm going to Cassandra's so I guess you'd have to come with me." she said, smiling slyly at me. That little devil. I groaned, angry that I had no choice but to give in. That girl was so cunning. "Fine, I'll go." I said, wincing as I said the words out loud. Now she definitely was going to take advantage of my protective nature. "But I'm not saying or doing anything."
She just ignored me, walking off, and I followed suit, struggling to keep up with her. She walked really fast and took small steps. I on the other hand took large strides, but slowly, so she was always in front of me. But it seems that I've gotten slower after dying. Not really that much fun. We arrived at Cassandra's house and I instantly tensed, readying myself for what was bound to be hell on earth for me. Andrea rang the doorbell, looking completely confident. Oh, if only I could feel that confident.
