I Promise

Chapter 2

Maybe its because of the craziness of the party. Maybe its because I had too much to drink, but whatever it is, I can't sleep. After Kay dragged Caydence away from me, I found Stacy and had a quickie upstairs in Taylor's guest room. It wasn't bad, but for some reason I couldn't get Kay off of my mind, just like I can't now.

  I know the real reason for my insomnia, but I don't dare admit it to myself. What's the point? It's not like I will ever see Kay again. 

 Even with this harsh fact, my mind doesn't trail far from her. I still picture those captivating emerald eyes as I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

   “Get a grip, Reese!” I mumble to myself in the darkness. “She's just another girl.” I yawn softly and stretch my hands above my head. I pull the cover up to my chin and roll over, finally ready for sleep.

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  “Dude, that party Friday was sick!” Grant chimes, falling into stride with Spencer and I. We walk down the halls of Eastland High, talking about Taylor's epic party.

“I know man. Getting lucky just made it even better.” I reply, smiling to myself.

“Who'd you hook up with, Fetcher?” Spencer asks, smirking.

  “Stacy.”

“No way! Dude, I hooked up with her after you left!” I high five Spencer and we both start to laugh.

“Reese, what happened with that blonde girl? I saw some hot brunette dragging her away.” Grant says. I think for a moment, remembering Kay's auburn hair and beautiful eyes. I mentally shake myself as we stop at my locker.

            “That was her sister, she made Caydence leave.”

            “Damn, did you get the number?” Grant asks eagerly.

            “No man, I couldn't.” I reach for my English book and then slam my locker shut. We all head down the hallway, silent for a few moments.

            In these moments, I take time to think about Kay. I shouldn't remember her so much, but yet my mind never strays from her. Maybe it's her beauty, or her attitude. Whatever it is, I need to forget about it. She's just another girl.

            “Reese, did you hear me?” Spencer asks, snapping me out of my mental daze. I look over at him. “I'll catch you at lunch man.” I nod my head and continue walking as Grant and him drift off the other way. I shake my head, running my hands through my hair. I need to get a grip.

            I enter room 101, twelfth grade English. I take my seat next to a red-headed girl, sighing heavily. Mrs. Rhoades stands at the front of the room, politely greeting every student as they enter the classroom. Her black bob bounces as she nods her head, her double chin more noticeable with every shake.  The bell rings loudly through my ears just as Mrs. Rhoades turns to face the class.

            “We will be taking notes on our novel, The Great Gatsby. Please take thorough notes, you will be studying these for your test.” Everybody in the room opens up their notebooks and beings to scribble across the white paper just as the teacher scribbles across the chalk board.

            I don't bother copying the notes. I have other things to worry about besides a stupid test. Things such as the game on Friday, and hooking up with Stacy, and Kay. I grit my teeth as I subconsciously think her name. I need to get my mind off of her, now.

            I pull out my iphone, hiding it discretely under my desk. I scroll through my contacts and find Stacy's number, opening up a text.

            Me: Hey Baby

          I sit back and wait for a reply, gazing at the board, not really noticing all the words on it. My phone vibrates within minutes of the text being sent, and I quickly open it.

            Stacy: What's up sexy?

          I smile to myself as I press the reply button.

            Me: Just wondering where ur fine ass is 

          Stacy replies quickly.

            Stacy: In Trig. U wanna skip?

          Me: U kno it! Meet me in the guys bathroom in the English hall.

 I lock my phone before waiting for her reply and raise my hand. Mrs. Rhoades stops talking and calls on me.

            “Yes, Mr. Fetcher?”

            “May I use the restroom, ma'am?” My polite tone makes her smile and she nods her head. I stand up and make my way to the front of the room, English book in hand. She writes me a pass and hands it to me. I smile thoughtfully and exit the classroom.

            The bathroom is only two classrooms away, so I make it there quickly. It's empty, nobody else it sight. I slip into a stall at the end and wait for Stacy.

            “Reese?” I hear her voice call as shoes clang against the tile floor. She makes her way over to my stall and opens it, smiling before she comes inside.

            “There you are,” I say, wrapping my arms around her slender waist. Skinny jeans cling to her legs as a tight, pink shirt covers her torso, cropped in a V that shows a lot of her cleavage. She smiles seductively as she circles her arms around my neck and brings my lips to hers.

            The kiss is hot and soaked with moisture from our tongues. Stacy tugs at my jeans while I pull at hers. When both of ours finally drop I pick up her, slamming her back against the green wall of the stall. Nothing separates us as we move in sync with each others bodies, rhythmically enjoying each other.  

            We are in the stall for twenty minutes, trying to keep quiet. Nobody enters in that amount of time. When I'm finished I drop her to the ground and pull up my boxers and jeans.

            “That was fun baby,” she breathes, kissing me once more. I pull away without a word and head out of the stall. I leave Stacy to clean herself up.

            I make a right and head down the hall, not really wanting to go back to English. I make it to the library and take a seat at an empty desk, flicking on the computer. I decide to do a little web surfing to pass the time until next period.

            I enter Facebook into Google and click on the website. I quickly enter my email and password. Once on the site, I type in the name that has been on my mind since Friday: Kay. Hundreds of girls' profile's fill the screen. I search through them all, having no clue at all what her last name is.

            I stop scrolling as my eyes land on a familiar face. Her auburn hair is pulled back into a wavy ponytail as she poses for the camera, her right arm wrapped around the waist of another girl. Her bright smile almost makes me smile, until I mentally shake myself.

            I click on her name and let my courser dangle over the “Friend Request” button. What if she doesn't remember me? What if she thinks I'm into her sister, and that's the only reason I'm friending her?

            “Jesus, Reese!” I mumble at myself as I click the button. Once the friend request is sent I exit out of Facebook and and lean against the back of the wooden chair. I should just forget about Kay. I have to keep reminding myself that she is just another girl, and I'm a guy. I can have any girl I want with the snap of my fingers. Why am I so hung up on this one?