Dark or Light?

Chapter 2

I wake up in someone’s arms. I look up at the person who’s holding me. It’s Aiden.

            “Morning, Beautiful.”

            “Morning. When did I get here?”

            “Last night, after the movie. Remember? We all stayed here, at my place.”

          “Oh.” We saw a movie last night? I remember we all went to the movies a few days ago, but not last night. “What day is it?”

            “The 1st.”

          Yesterday was the 30th, but I only remember going to the movies on the 27th. “Alright. Thanks. What movie did we see last night?”

            “I don’t remember. I was too busy watching you, not the movie.”

         Well, that sounds creepy, but cute at the same time. I smile at him. Then I turn and look around the room. We’re the only 2 here.

            “Where’s everyone else at?” I ask.

            “They left a little bit ago.”

            “Oh.” My phone vibrates. It’s a text from Gemma.

            “You still with Aiden?”

            “Yeah. Why?”

            “I was going to ask if you’d come over, but if you’re busy with him, never mind.”

            “I’m not busy. I’ll be over in a little while.”

            “Alright.”

            I sit up and turn to Aiden. “I have to go, but I’ll see you later. Okay?”

            “Where are you going?”

            “To a place.” I get up and put my shoes on.

            “What place? Maybe I could give you a ride.”

            “I’d rather walk, but thanks.” I head for the door.

            Aiden grabs my wrist. “Don’t go.”

            I want to say I won’t, but I already promised Gemma I would go to her place and I’m not one to break promises if I don’t have to. “I have to go. I’m sorry.”

            We stand there for a minute, looking into each other’s eyes. Then Aiden starts to lean toward me. He parts his lips the slightest bit and closes his eyes. Before his lips can make contact with mine, I turn my face and his lips make contact with my cheek, instead. I thought I was supposed to feel heat spread throughout my body, but all I feel is a rush of cold through me. Why did I turn away? I’ve been wanting him to kiss me for forever, now and when he’s about to do kiss me, I turn away. And when he kissed my cheek, why did I feel a rush of cold? It doesn’t make any sense.

            “I gotta go.” I turn the door knob and walk out of his house. I look back at him. When I look at his face, I can see the pain. I feel terrible, now. Me turning my head had confused me, but it hurt him. I can’t believe I did that. I can’t believe I hurt him. And by hurting him, I hurt myself, too. I start to cry. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!