Earth Angel

Chapter 18

That night as I lay in bed, I started really thinking into our "make up". Like, really thinking. Looking past how totally in love he made me feel, looking past how his lips felt on mine, looking past the sweet taste of his mouth, and looking into the cons of it. I began thinking more logically, more realistically. Was it even real, or was it just a simple drunken desire of his?

Everyone says that when you're drunk, the truth comes out. As accurate as this statement is to what he did, it isn't necessarily true. He realized he had just dumped Theresa, and realized he was alone. So he... used me?

I rubbed my eyes in frustration and shook away all of those pathetic thoughts. I was delving way too deeply into our kiss. I was thinking too hard. I was beginning to look at the worst case scenarios, I guess you could say.

*****

I woke up feeling unusually happy the next day, a Saturday, admiring the way the bright August sun shined into my bedroom and onto the white rug that laid upon my dark wooden floor. I just smiled, remembering last night.

I fixed my hair into a quick updo, put on some white capris and a peach colored blouse, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs. It was around 11:00, which wasn't abnormal considering how late I was out. I dreaded what my mother would say about how late I stayed out as I reached the bottom of the stairs.

Kat was sitting on the couch watching morning television, Jan sat with her reading a magazine, and my mother was ironing a pair of my father's slacks. My father was doing business in Ohio for the next 5 days, but my mother still had to smooth out any wrinkles in his clothing.

"Oh, hello, Margie," She looked up from the iron and smiled warmly at me. "Did you have fun last night?" What? Did she really just ask me that and not scold me?

"Oh, uh, yes, it was a real fun time."

"Honey, what's that on your cheek?" She set down the iron and stepped closer to me with worried look on her face. I felt my heartbeat increase as I began to feel nervous and think of an excuse for the bruise left from where Greg hit me.

"Nothing, mom.. I just accidentally scratched it last night. I'm fine." I lied. She cocked her head and popped out her bottom lip; her way of saying she feels bad without actually talking.

I quickly ate some breakfast, and spent the rest of the day really doing nothing. I had expected maybe a call from Dom, but there was no noise coming from the phone at all. I felt kind of disappointed, and thought to myself that it'd be too pushy to call him. I really wanted to know if he actually did forgive me.

Around 4:00 that afternoon, the phone finally decided to ring. I sprung up from the couch quickly and dashed for the phone. I knew it would be Dom.

"Hello?" I picked up eagerly.

"Hello? Is this Margaret?" I scrunched my eyebrows together at the voice that was surely not Dominic's.

"This is she. Who's this?"

"Pete."

I gulped and felt my palms beginning to get clammy. "Oh, hi, Pete. What can I do for you?"

"Well, uh.." He paused for a couple of seconds. "I was wondering if you'd like to come on a date with me." I felt my heart flutter at his invitation. He was such a good looking guy... and I still was so unsure of whether Dom really did forgive me or not.

"Of course," I smiled. "What time?"

"I can pick you up at 5:00, if you'd like." He said. My smile grew bigger.

"Sounds good," I said. "Thank you."

"It'll be grand, I promise you." He said.

When I hung up, I caught Jan looking in my direction. She raised an eyebrow at me and stood up. "Why are you so excited, huh?"