thinking that we should hang out tonight. Maybe we could-“
Dana’s phone begins to ring. She purses her lips, pulling the device out of her pocket only to stare at the screen with a scowl. “Urgh, guys, I’m going to go and take this – I’ll see you later, yeah?”
We nod, waiting until she’s gone before turning to each other. “Well, that seemed important,” Remy states.
“Yeah,” Joey scoffs. “Do you think she’s turning spy on us now?”
“She has the face for it, I think,” Remy says in her ‘thinking’ voice, a bubble smile on her face.
I narrow my eyes at her sceptically. “How do you have a ‘face’ for spying?”
She looks at me like I’m an idiot, “uh, haven’t you noticed most spies have that mysterious, dark look to them?”
Joey smirks at me, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, Darcy, how could you not have noticed that?”
I sigh, turning back to the direction Dana had walked it; I couldn’t get the thought out of my head that she looked a little sad when she’d seen the caller’s name.
She was angry in class later, her eyes dark and moody as she sat in her seat next to mine. I looked at her but she ignored me, her body tense as she turned to stare out the window.
“Um,” I try to think of something to say, my lips pursed slightly.
“Don’t, Darcy,” she whispers at me. “Just leave it, yeah? I’m not in the mood.”
I nodded, turning back to face the front of the class just as Miss Herald walked into the room, folders held tightly to her chest. “Okay class, I haven’t got anything planned today, so you might as well do any work you have to do for this lesson.”
The lesson was spent in silence, with Dana just staring out the window. Eventually, I pulled a book out of my back, one of the classics Tyler had given me on our first date. Halfway through the class, a note slide in front of me.
I’ll tell you later.
Dana wasn’t looking at me when I looked at her, but I still knew the note was from her. Ok. I pushed it in front of her, but she didn’t say anything after that.
I guess I’ll find out why later.
Turns out later is that afternoon, as Dana pulls up her truck outside my house and hops out, sunglasses hiding her eyes from the world as she walks up to my front door. I’m already there, though – her truck can be heard from a mile away.
“Hey,” I grin, remembering how similar this situation is to the one with Joey. She smiles weakly, taking of the glasses to meet my eyes.
She flops down on the sofa – again, the dent is ignored – and sighs loudly. “Where’s you dad?” She asks me.
“He, um, went out,” I tell her, my eyes downcast. He’d come home a few days ago, sober and grumpy, and headed straight for the booze in the kitchen whilst snapping at me. But Dana didn’t need to know that part.
“Oh, cool,” she shrugged simply. “How are things with you and lover boy?”
“Dana,” I sigh. “You know this isn’t what we’re talking about.”
She nods, pressing her lips together until they go white. “Alex has been calling me a lot lately. Today, when he called again, I just wanted to get it over with; so I answered.”
“Ah,” I chew my lip as I think it over. “So what did he want to say?”
She threw her arms in the air with a dramatic groan. “He was all – ugh – “I miss you, I think we should talk, I made a mistake!” Yeah, like that is a reason to take him back.”
“He wants you to give him another shot?” I ask her in shock. She nods grimly.
“The jerk,” she scoffs. “He’s probably bored with banging the entire female population – but he won’t be for long.” She huffs, hurt flashing in her eyes. “I just don’t know if I can just open myself up to that kind of level again, y’know?”
I nod, my eyes narrowed in thought; I knew Dana too much now to believe the tough-girl act. Behind all the tattoos, piercings and that dark, cynical attitude, she was a hurt girl who was afraid to fall in love
Dana’s phone begins to ring. She purses her lips, pulling the device out of her pocket only to stare at the screen with a scowl. “Urgh, guys, I’m going to go and take this – I’ll see you later, yeah?”
We nod, waiting until she’s gone before turning to each other. “Well, that seemed important,” Remy states.
“Yeah,” Joey scoffs. “Do you think she’s turning spy on us now?”
“She has the face for it, I think,” Remy says in her ‘thinking’ voice, a bubble smile on her face.
I narrow my eyes at her sceptically. “How do you have a ‘face’ for spying?”
She looks at me like I’m an idiot, “uh, haven’t you noticed most spies have that mysterious, dark look to them?”
Joey smirks at me, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, Darcy, how could you not have noticed that?”
I sigh, turning back to the direction Dana had walked it; I couldn’t get the thought out of my head that she looked a little sad when she’d seen the caller’s name.
She was angry in class later, her eyes dark and moody as she sat in her seat next to mine. I looked at her but she ignored me, her body tense as she turned to stare out the window.
“Um,” I try to think of something to say, my lips pursed slightly.
“Don’t, Darcy,” she whispers at me. “Just leave it, yeah? I’m not in the mood.”
I nodded, turning back to face the front of the class just as Miss Herald walked into the room, folders held tightly to her chest. “Okay class, I haven’t got anything planned today, so you might as well do any work you have to do for this lesson.”
The lesson was spent in silence, with Dana just staring out the window. Eventually, I pulled a book out of my back, one of the classics Tyler had given me on our first date. Halfway through the class, a note slide in front of me.
I’ll tell you later.
Dana wasn’t looking at me when I looked at her, but I still knew the note was from her. Ok. I pushed it in front of her, but she didn’t say anything after that.
I guess I’ll find out why later.
Turns out later is that afternoon, as Dana pulls up her truck outside my house and hops out, sunglasses hiding her eyes from the world as she walks up to my front door. I’m already there, though – her truck can be heard from a mile away.
“Hey,” I grin, remembering how similar this situation is to the one with Joey. She smiles weakly, taking of the glasses to meet my eyes.
She flops down on the sofa – again, the dent is ignored – and sighs loudly. “Where’s you dad?” She asks me.
“He, um, went out,” I tell her, my eyes downcast. He’d come home a few days ago, sober and grumpy, and headed straight for the booze in the kitchen whilst snapping at me. But Dana didn’t need to know that part.
“Oh, cool,” she shrugged simply. “How are things with you and lover boy?”
“Dana,” I sigh. “You know this isn’t what we’re talking about.”
She nods, pressing her lips together until they go white. “Alex has been calling me a lot lately. Today, when he called again, I just wanted to get it over with; so I answered.”
“Ah,” I chew my lip as I think it over. “So what did he want to say?”
She threw her arms in the air with a dramatic groan. “He was all – ugh – “I miss you, I think we should talk, I made a mistake!” Yeah, like that is a reason to take him back.”
“He wants you to give him another shot?” I ask her in shock. She nods grimly.
“The jerk,” she scoffs. “He’s probably bored with banging the entire female population – but he won’t be for long.” She huffs, hurt flashing in her eyes. “I just don’t know if I can just open myself up to that kind of level again, y’know?”
I nod, my eyes narrowed in thought; I knew Dana too much now to believe the tough-girl act. Behind all the tattoos, piercings and that dark, cynical attitude, she was a hurt girl who was afraid to fall in love
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