My Heart Skips a Beat (completed)

Chapter 8: Changed Destinies

A/N: i will update again tomorrow! (8-23-14) enjoy!

official song: don't stop- rupert pope and giles palmer

Skip and I did end up back in our own dorms ten minutes before midnight on Halloween. Mr. Kennedy and Mrs. DeBruhl were tricky with us and sent out staff members and teachers to search for anyone staying out of their halls after curfew. I guess they were one step ahead of the students. But then again, if they really thought that high school students with an extra two hours added onto their curfew would actually return to their rooms with the lights out by that curfew, they were dead wrong. A lot of couples hid in the Connector behind trees and boulders. The faculty rarely checked the Connector. It was one and always was one of their biggest errors in security and supervising the students. "It's for faculty and staff only!"

Yeah, right. Shout it from the rooftops and the whole globe would be cackling.

Ashley was already out like a light when I returned. She was snoring and drooling out of the side of her mouth face-down in her bed. She was still in her leggings and oversized sweater from the dance and her hair was an absolute mess. She hadn't even bothered to take off her light makeup; it was smeared all over her white pillowcase. Those were gonna be tough stains to get out in the morning at the Foxfield laundry room. Grace was doodling on the back cover of her marble notebook. "Been waiting for ya," she said, tucking her pencil in the notebook. "Where have you been?" she asked.

"Oh, just out with Skip," I said, throwing my purse on my bed. I reached for the cool cream on my nightstand and began wiping off my heavier makeup with a damp washcloth.

"What were you two doing?" asked Grace playfully.

I put my cream and cloth down and stared at her. "Just in the pool area," I muttered.

"Claire! You freaking player woman!" she squealed, baring her teeth like a dog excitedly.

I shook my hands, denying everything like that. "Grace Dunn! You know it wasn't like that! I just snuck back up here while Skip ran back to Sky Hall and we got our swimsuits and then we went swimming! Nothing more, nothing less!"

She giggled devilishly, brushing her fingers together. "Claire, were the lights on or off in the pool room?"

"Well, off. We would've gotten busted if they were on. Surely, one of Kennedy's searchers or instructors would look up and see us. Apparently, guy and girl staff members were on both campuses. I just saw a gang of science and math teachers discussing politics. The lights had to stay off, Grace."

She clapped her hands slowly, taking this all in. "Claire Michaela. You know that I need more details than that. I mean, come on. You've known me long enough to know that. Come on,'' she said again.

"Nothing happened, Grace! We were just swimming and Skip pulled this kickass dive off the high dive. Remember when we first went off the high dive at the pool near your house? I jumped off like a turkey and you were too scared!"

"Don't bring that incident up! And don't try to change the subject!" snapped Grace.

"But Skip could really be a diver! I know he's some basketball star and stuff but he could always take diving up as a hobby, right, Grace? He landed with a perfect dive and he had really nice form!"

"How would you know anything about form?"

"I watch the Summer Olympics! I can see good form in diving! And wouldn't Skip be an amazing diver?"

"Don't know, don't care."

"Grace!"

"Come on, Claire! I care about you to the end of the world, but I honestly don't want to talk about Skip every minute I have alone with you!"