My Heart Skips a Beat (completed)

Chapter 11: Heartbreak

I rolled over in my sleep, half awake, half asleep. Events from the night before ran through my mind like a movie. The match point serve that won Foxfield the volleyball game. Jonathan’s little mini birthday party past midnight. Skip’s eyes on my stomach. And the feeling. Oh, the feeling from him. The tingling feeling from my toes all the way up to my brain.

“Good morning, beautiful,” a voice whispered, working its way into my dream. My eyes slowly opened and they were staring right into Skip’s baby blue eyes.

“Morning, Skip.” I kissed him quickly, hoping I wouldn’t turn him off with my morning breath. “I should go back over to Foxfield and hope that Mrs. DeBruhl hasn’t had the cops send out a search warrant for me.” I rolled over Skip and stood next to his bed.

“Hey,” I said, pointing at Jonathan’s empty bed. “Where’s my brother?”

“Huh?” Skip stood up next to me. “I dunno. But here’s a note.” He walked over to Jonathan’s pillow and picked up a notebook sized paper. “‘Dear lovebirds, it sucked listening to you two last night. I mean, with the kissing noises and the comments about Claire’s body from Skip and romance in the room, I felt terrible as I was left by the love of my life. It is 9am was I write this letter, which means breakfast is just beginning. Right now, Claire is fully under the covers and Skip is laying on her right leg at an angle which probably isn’t known to mankind. Be nice to me since it’s my birthday. –Jonathan’,” I read aloud.

“Shit, Claire, what time is it now?” asked Skip. “You have to be back at Foxfield!’’

I glanced up at the clock above Jonathan’s headboard. “Quarter after nine. He must’ve just left,” I said.

“Dammit! Claire, you’ll get caught! You weren’t at breakfast and you weren’t at curfew last night, either! We’ll get caught! And you have classes! I have classes!” cried Skip.

“Whoa. Calm down,” I said. “I only have Independent Study today, and that’s just before dinner. It’s Saturday, Skip. And it’s Jonathan’s birthday. Shit! It’s Jonathan’s birthday!”

“So, what’s the problem with that?”

“Well, for starters, his lover left him after she found out he literally lied about who he was and we have to have a little party or something! Nothing big! Just poker upstairs at the lounge with Ross, Roger, Dave, Ashley, Grace, you, me, and him!”

Skip nodded. “I think we’ll be able to pull it off, my Claire. Now. Take this,” he reached into his bed sheets and pulled out the shirt of his I was wearing and threw it to me, “and now go back to Foxfield. But just kiss me goodbye. Bring Ashley and Grace here at seven tonight and we’ll have our poker party. That sound okay to you?”

I tugged the shirt on and walked over to Skip. “It sounds perfect, Skip. It couldn’t be better. And I’ll be there with Ash.” I French kissed him for a good minute before I pulled away. “Gotta go, Skip. See you tonight.” He kissed the top of my forehead and let me leave for Foxfield just after.

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