The Smile (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 5

I barely noticed her brief hesitation. I shook my head and took her hand and she pulled me up with ease. She seemed to look me over first before she asked, “Are you ok?”

I felt over my body, over my dress, and found nothing wrong so I nodded. “Yeah…yeah I’m great…good…fine…er…?” I shut up and felt the hot blush fill my cheeks. I didn’t know why I was so tongue tied. It might have been because my heart was still pounding. It may have been because I thought I saw her throw a 200 pound guy into a wall 20 feet away. Or it might have been because her silver eyes were dancing over my body and her beautiful pink lips were slightly apart with the left side turned up slightly.

She giggled the cutest laugh I have ever heard, like wind chimes swaying in the breeze. “Well you’re definitely not seriously hurt.” She looked me over again but this time it was different, like she wasn’t checking if I was hurt and more like she was checking me out…and I certainly wasn’t complaining. Her eyes worked their way back up to my eyes and she looked slightly sheepish, as if she felt guilty for looking but she didn’t blush.

“Yeah…I’m fine, I think. Just a little shaken up…wait?” A light bulb went off in my head and I looked at her suspiciously. “What the hell was that?” I exclaimed accusingly. “You…you ripped those guys off me. You threw one of them into a wall and one across the street…You…” I looked behind me but saw that the man was gone and the only sign that he had ever been there was the blood splattered on the wall and floor. I looked across the road and saw the same thing: nothing but blood. When I turned back to Kay’s face she was looking at me with a look I couldn’t identify. It looked like she was pained and worried and…hungry. I don’t know. Well I didn’t know until she spoke.

“Oh my god! Are you ok? And what are you talking about? I didn’t throw anybody.”

“There were three guys around me and you threw them off me. You know what I’m talking about. Come on don’t mess around with me. I saw you.”

The concern on her face only increased and her had reached behind my head and touched my hair. When she pulled her hand back, it came away bloody. When did I hit my head? I thought. I didn’t really want blood on my hands so I didn’t touch. I only looked at Kay’s hand. “I think you must have hit your head pretty hard” she commented.

“Oh…I don’t remember hitting it. I …” I was stuttering a lot today but I couldn’t help it. Claire tried to kiss me. I was scared out of my mind after almost being raped. And now this gorgeous red head was telling me my head was bleeding. “I think I’d better get home. My mum will probably be worrying like crazy.”

“Sure…mind if I walk you home? I won’t feel right if you walk home alone. Really I should take you to the hospital but it’s not bleeding that bad. I think it’s just a cut.”

I was so engrossed in her voice that I barely heard what she was saying but after a minute I nodded. “Yeah, yeah you can definitely walk me home. But its weird my head doesn’t even hurt…” I felt like an idiot for asking but I couldn’t stop myself. “So…you didn’t fling those guys? My scrambled mind just made it up right?”

She giggled again and shrugged. “Do I really look like I can fling anybody?”

I looked her over again and smiled. She was very thin but still curvy in all the right places but one thing was for sure; she sure as hell couldn’t fling a man twice her width. “So how did I get away? Or I mean…like when I looked up I only saw you. Where did they go?”

I started walking in the direction I thought my house was and Kay followed close by my side. “There was this like…I don’t know. Like a howl or a roar or something. And when they heard that they took off running.”

“Right,” I said, drawing out the simple word. How the hell did I miss this? What the hell happened?

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So she walked me home. We talked about everything that popped into her head and it was like she was urging me to tell my life story. She asked my name, about my family, pets, schools, games, instruments…everything. At one point we ask how old each other was at exactly the same time and I smile before I said “You first”. She looked me over yet again-like she was trying to guess how old I was but couldn’t- and she took a stab in the dart.

“Uh…20. Just turned last week.”

She seemed stunned when I revealed I was only 16 and she looked like she wanted to kick herself but I had absolutely no idea why. She asked me a lot of questions and found out a lot about me but I didn’t know much about her. But she seemed amazed by absolutely everything I was telling her. She even apologized when I told her my hamster Goldie died when I was 8.

We eventually reached my front door and I turn to her with a smile. “Thanks for walking me back. I think I’m still a little shaken.” I ran my arms over my arms and suddenly became aware that I had her white leather jacket on.

She raised a single finger to my lips and smiled before I could say anything. “Keep it. I’ll get it back someday.” She gave me the faintest of winks and I tried my best not to let her see the way my heart stopped. Her flirtatious wink was quickly replaced with another sheepish look and she bit her lip (which really didn’t help my fluttering heart). “Hey…so…don’t be mad but…your head’s not bleeding.”

She looked down and I opened my door to look at myself in the mirror and trued to see the back of my head. There was only a tiny spec of blood and that was probably from where Kay had touched it. I looked at my stunned expression in the mirror before I turned back to the doorway and found it empty. No Kay. I walked out and looked down both ends of the street but she was gone. “Thank you,” I called unsurely into the darkness. I heard that same giggle again from nowhere and smiled before I turned and went back inside.