Chapter 10: Answers & Aftermath

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Marriya's PoV

Before I have a chance to continue, Ross stands up, mumbles something about being tired, and takes off running towards the street.

"Ross!" I call desperately, but it's too late. He's already gone.

"What's going on?" Riker asks.

"Nothing. Be right back," I mutter, getting to my feet and beginning to chase after him.

"I will-" Rocky offers, starting to stand.

"No," Rydel interrupts curtly, pushing him back to the ground gently. "Leave them."

Ross quickly reaches my street corner, then turns and crosses the road. He sprints across the lawn of the house on the corner of that street, pushes open the door, and slams it behind himself.

"So that's where they live," I murmur, crossing the street in Ross' path.

Letting myself into the house, I yell," Ross?"

No answer.

"Ross?" I repeat loudly, desperation rising in my voice. I may have just lost him forever. Please don't let me lose him.

Taking my best guess, I climb the stairs two at a time. A door at the end of the hallway lies slightly ajar, light pouring out in a slim crack across the hardwood.

"Ross?" I call, rapping lightly on the wood frame.

"Yeah?" He asks weakly, his voice shaking.

"Can I come in?"

"No."

"Why not?" I ask softly.

"I don't want you to see me like this."

Ignoring his protest, I push the door open to find Ross sitting on the edge of a dark queen sized bed, his eyes red and puffy from the tears he tries so desperately to fight.

"What do you want?" He asks, blinking rapidly.

"To talk," I reply, moving to sit beside him.

"What's there to say?" He asks. "I made a stupid move. I really like you, and I wrecked everything between us."

"You didn't wreck anything."

"I did! You'll never be with me now!" He cries. "I rushed into it and lost my chance at winning your heart."

"I like you too," I admit, clasping one of his large hands between both of my own.

"You do?" He asks; aghast.

"Yes," I smile. "I like you a lot."

"Then why did you say no?"

"I think going straight to girlfriend is a little fast," I answer honestly.

"Yeah, I guess looking back it wasn't the best question."

"One date. Tomorrow night. Just me and you, doing whatever you want," I propose.

His eyes glimmer with hope. "It's a date."

"And if I still like you as much as I do right now," I continue. "I will be your girlfriend."

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Letting the last curl fall in place, I take a deep breath.

Ross told me to dress casual, but I really don't know what casual means. I don't want to overdo it, but I also don't want to look like a total slob.

Once I arrive in my closet, I immediately begin rifling through my shirts. Eventually deciding on a black tank top with the words "Live, Laugh, Love" staggered down it in yellow script, I match it with a pair of faded denim short shorts and some strappy sandals.

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