Starry Night

Starry Night ~ Chapter 2

                                                     Starry Night

Chapter 2

Those stunning, horribly handsome, familiar bright blue eyes is all I saw. Then came the flashes of our memories together- Our first kiss, under the stars.The day he decided to call me Starry, since I absolutely adored the stars, with all my heart.Our pranks, our inside jokes. Just snippets of our glorious times together. I completely forgot as I was in a trance of his eyes, that I despise him now. That he hadn't contacted me for four years, and didn't even give me a decent good bye.

I heard Ms. Tinklet clear her throat, and I snapped out of it. I looked him over, sighing exasperated.

He didn't look a tad different, except he was a bit taller and maybe more muscled. He quickly composed his shocked and joyful expression into a smirk.

 In his new, to-die-for accent he stage-whispered,

"Well, it's Starry. Fall over me again, now?" His extrordinary eyes betrayed him, showing sorrow, apologies, and even a bit of fear? He seemed to have turn into a... player.

 My lip up turned in disgust; this is what I always feared. I wasn't disgusted though, I couldn't quite identify my emotions, they were full of joy, yet sorrow.

"Just c'mon, Nate." I barely managed to whisper.

He let his expression turn sorrowful and got up from the office chair and came to my side, with a paper in his calloused hand. I stalked out of the office, determined not to cry or even show my emotions, besides disgust.

I felt my hand enveloped into his warm hand. His hand has always been warm.

 He pulled me towards the doors of the school. "We need to talk, Adara. Please." He whispered, softly as to not let anyone hear.

I got lost in his eyes when I looked at him. On the tip of my tongue was the word no, but his eyes they were bubbling with emotions, mostly not very happy ones, so I choked out, "yes."

He pulled me out the front door and towards a blue convertible.

This was the first time I skipped in a few months. I tried turning myself for the better, once I pulled myself together.

I finally started noticing more about him; he had a very faint bruise on his left cheek, and it was a light violet under his eyes. He looked very wary, and overcome with emotions and.... pain?

I got in the passenger side and he got in the driver's seat. He raced away, as soon as I closed my door. He went down the road I didn't dare go down for four years. The road to the meadow, where our tree house is.

He pulled up, right under it. I automatically got out and climbed into the hole, in a natural looking tree, and felt around for the knob. I pulled on it, and inside was the dusty, cob-webbed ladder. I climbed up quickly, with Nate following me. It didn't change too much; we had tried to make it very secure, so no one or nothing could break in. There was of course, dust and cob-webs.

I picked up my electric blue bean bag chair and shook it; the dust coming off. I plopped down on it, as I watched Nate do the same.

 My eyes watered, as I saw the fourteen-year-old Nate do it, that day four years ago. The day that has caused me agonizing pain.

I caught Nate watching me intensely, with remorse. "Please don't cry Starry." He whispered, taking my hand lightly. He smiled slightly after a few moments, when I didn't take my hand back.

"Why? Why didn't you even speak to me for four years, Nate?" I choked out. He sighed, muttering something sounding awfully like, "of course, she'd ask that first."

"Well, I don't think you ever knew why I moved to England. Um, well, my mum's job got moved there, is what she told me. Well, almost immeadiately she married some guy. He was involved... With some serious things. He forbidded any contact to anyone I knew in America. I- well, he got me involved." He squeezed my hand lightly, making sure I was absorbing this. I nodded, for him to continue.

"Well, nearly a month ago, my mum divorced him and announced us moving back here. That didn't get me out of things, though. They discovered I texted you yesterday, and I got beat for that."

 A gasp escaped my traitor mouth, and the tears overflowed. He sighed and pulled me into his warm arms, and kissed my hair.

"I'm so sorry Adara. I missed you so much. But I can't let you get involved." He finished. He just held me in his arms, stroking my hair and kissing it occasionally.

 I finally looked up at him, "Who the hell are these people?!" I nearly yelled, outraged.

 He shushed me, caressing my face, and studying it, like he was imprinting it in his mind.

 He gulped, then began, "They're a- Well, you have to promise to never speak of it, but a gang."

My eyes widened, and he sighed depressed. The salty betraying tears flowed again freely down my cheeks.

 He held me in his warm strong familiar arms and I felt okay again. My other piece was back, no matter how badly damaged.

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Chapter 2!!!! EEK!!!! Lol.

I'm going to try and update this story every two days.

Sorry it's super short, but on my word thing it looked really long.

The next chapter is going to be epic.  I was gonna continue but I have a headache and I know I'm not writing really well.

I just changed the plot, to make it more exciting. I thought about it and it sounded boring to me.

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