Hateful Love

Chap 5: One Chance

I walked around the house aimlessly sulking in my own loneliness. It's been three weeks since my incident with Jason in the library. Since it happened he seems to be avoiding me. In the three classes we have together he sits all the way in the opposite corner then me, that is if he even shows up. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't upset. I mean, why did he kiss me if he was just going to avoid me?

When we kissed I felt, exhilarated, I didn't think I would feel that but it was more amazing then I ever thought it would be. Maybe he just didn't feel what I felt. I can't help the tears that threaten to spill I mean I thought he would. I didn't realize he meant this much to me but he does and I can't help missing him. A lone tear falls down my face and I wipe at it angrily. I should not miss him, he was never mine, so what does it matter.

I get in the shower and finally give up on keeping the tears in. I let them fall down my face and completely let go of everything. It feels like I've cried way more then I should but I can't help it. I'm so damn emotional sometimes I just want to kill myself. I totally know what my friend feels like when I freaking cry all the time.

I finally go to bed dreading another day of Jason avoiding me.

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You can imagine my surprise when I got to school the next day and saw Jason leaning up against my locker. My mouth hit the floor and I couldn't bring myself to move. What the heck is he doing there? The warning bell rang and I decided I couldn't wait anymore so I get over it and head to my locker. Jason shifts over as I reach to open my locker.

"Kathleen?"

"Yes" I say letting my anger slip through into my voice.

"Kathleen I was wondering if maybe you'd like to hang out tonight?"

That really pushes me over the edge. I slam my locker and turn toward him.

"No, thank you," I say. Sarcasm evident in my voice.

"Kathleen.....' he says with an almost pleading look on his face. 'Please just give me a chance."

"A chance, a chance, You kissed me like, like I actually meant something to you. Then you left! You haven't talked to me in weeks. I haven't even seen you! You can't expect me just to forget about that." I say rather harshly "sorry" I add before heading down the hall.

I'm spun around and he pulls me against his chest. He looks down at me and my breath catches in my throat. The world seemed to stop as I looked into his eyes that held the same desire I saw that day in the library.

"Kathleen," He whispered, and I could feel his breath on my face." I kissed you like that because you mean the world to me, and I left because, well.........."

He trailed off, but I desperately wanted to hear his explanation. I gently reached up and put my hand on his cheek. A soon as I touched him he smiled shyly.

"I didn't expect the kiss to be so magical, I didn't know what to say to you especially if you didn't feel the same way about me. Just one date, Kathleen, I like you... a lot and I just want a chance. A chance to show you that I'm not a player." He finishes so quietly I can barely hear him.

I rub my hand over his cheek, and wipe away the tear that fell down his face. Seeing him like this, so ......vulnerable I realize, he means more to me then I'd like to believe.

"Yes." I say before reaching up on my toes and kissing him on the cheek.

My hand falls back to my side. I stare into those beautiful eyes and think I have finally made the right decision in guys. Were interrupted by the bell, and I give him a small smile before turning and sprinting down the hall toward art.

I can't focus on anything in class. I get a detention in Art for being late, and I get yelled at in pe because I stop running to day dream. I know I have a goofy smile on my face every time I think about him. I try to hide it but it just doesn't work.

When schools over I rush to my locker to put my books away, but when I open it up a note falls to the floor. I leaned down to pick it up. On the front all it says is 'One Chance'. I smile as I open it up and inside I find his number written in red pen. I put it in my back pocket, and finish putting my books away.

When I get home I go to my room and quickly add Jason's number to my phone. I send him a quick text, and run downstairs to make supper for Christa and Mick. I decided on a pizza, so I get it ready, put it into the oven, and set a timer.

I head back upstairs to take a shower. I turn the water on a let it get warm. At the sink I take down my hair and comb through it, before stripping down, and jumping into the shower. I shampoo, and put in some violet conditioner to make sure I smell good. I start to wash up when I hear the timer.

"ohhhh no......."

I jump out of the shower and run down stairs. With my luck I trip on the third stair and roll down slamming into the wall. I hold in my scream of pain, and go pull the pizza out of the oven. It's a little burnt around the edges, but I think I saved it.

I walk up the stairs slowly aware of the cut on my leg, and the bruise forming on my arm. I get to my room and I clean up the cut on my leg. It's not very deep but it sure bled a lot. I don't bother putting on a bandage since it's already done bleeding. I put on a white skirt, and a blue blouse with a gray cover up. It's what I like to think I look best in. I also decided to do a ponytail and leave my bangs out before putting on some silver flats and then go check my phone.

'Hey Kathleen, are you still willing to give me a chance tonight?'

'Of course! That is as long as you don't take me to Pat's Pizza.'

'What's wrong with Pat's?!? I thought it was very romantic. Just kidding I'll pick you up in five minutes.'

'K, I'll be waiting'

I pack my purse and go to wait in the living room. I'm excited and little nervous, I mean he kissed me and hasn't talked to me in days. Until of course he asks me out. Which brings me back to why I even agreed to this. A blush creeps into my cheeks as I realize I like him a lot.

The doorbell rings, and I probably jump three feet in the air. I laugh at myself as I go unlock the door. I open the door and my mouth falls to the floor. He's standing there in dark blue jeans, and a white v line t-shirt that showed the muscles of his body. I think of a million things to say, but when I open my mouth all that comes out is "hey"

Without saying anything he grabs my hand and leads me out to his car. He opens the passenger door, and I hop in. Trying to be cool, and doing it successfully I might add, he slides across the hood and jumps in on the other side. I laugh as he starts up the engines and starts driving. It takes about ten minutes for me to get over my initial shock, and I finally have the courage to talk.

"So hot stuff where are you taking me?"

He glances over at me "well princess you will have to wait and see."

He smirks at me and I turn to the window and pout. The rest of the ride goes by silently, and twenty minutes later we pull up in front of a huge building that looks like a hotel. I stare up at the building in amazement. I've never been anywhere bigger than the church on eighth street, and this was quite a bit bigger.

"Come on Princess," He says grabbing my hand, and pulling me up and out of the car. "It's time for the night of your life."