Georgia's Last Words

Chapter Two

    There’s a knock at the door as Haley is finishing up my hair.

    “One second, I’ll be right there,” Haley yells at the top of her lungs.

    I watch as she puts the finishing touches on my look. I have a simple cream colored lace dress on and my cowboy boots, which took an hour of convincing to be approved as acceptable for the date. My brown hair falls in loose curls that took half the night to perfect.

    “Finally.” Haley drops the curling iron on the dresser and rushes to the door.

    “Haley,” he says with sarcastic delight.

    “Always nice to see my favorite idiot brother.” Haley hugs him, then pushes him away to inspect his outfit.

    “Half-brother.”

    “Well half-brother you look very nice tonight. Now treat my roommate nicely tonight, otherwise I’ll tell mother.”

    “I will.” He turns to me and smiles with slight surprise. “Which by the way, you look gorgeous, Skylar.”

    “Thank you, and you look handsome…um, what’s you name?”

    “All in good time, my dear.” He offers me his arm and I take it.

    “Have a good night, Skylar.” Haley slams the door shut and before we even get to the end of the hall I hear her music begin to blast.

    “Typical sister.” He rolls his eyes.

    “Okay, I’m not going a step out of this dorm building until you tell me your name.” I stop dead in my tracks, his arm jerks backwards at my sudden halt.

    “Skylar, not what is the fun in that?”

    “Well mystery boy, I don’t find this any fun at all. I need to know your name if I am to enjoy this night at all.”

    “Fine, but I am not going to just tell you. You have to guess.”

    Sarcastically, I ask, “How am I supposed to guess your name?”

    “I’ll give you a hint.”

    “Okay, I’m waiting.” To show this, I begin to tap my foot over and over, very impatiently.

    “Calm down Sky, I’m-”

    “Do not ever call me Sky.” That’s what he called me.

    “Sorry,” he whispers over his breath. Back to his old self, he gives me the hint. “My name begins with an ‘M’ and is a type of measurement.”

    Okay, he obviously has a strange name and this game doesn’t make me like him any. After a moment, I figure it out. “Your name is Miles?”

    “Very good Skylar.

     “So Miles, where are we going out to tonight?”

    “That, my dear, is another surprise, which you must wait for.” He begins to walk again.

    “So tell me something about yourself.”

    “I propose that we play a little game of 20 questions.” His sandy hair falls in front of his face for a moment, but then he turns away and it’s back in its rightful place.

    “Okay, you start.”

    HE thinks for a minute and I look around. We are walking along a path of the university. We’re on the edge of the school grounds and about to cross into the city when he finally asks a question.