Three Thousand Miles by Deila Longford Page A

want to feel close to him , in this way. He is just a guy that I know and , not well enough , to feel comfortable with him holding me. I try to ignore his big clammy hand and focus on his face.
    “I won’t tell anybody and , I do care, after what I went through it really puts things into perspective. You have to feel lucky for the things you have in life. I know you feel annoyed right now, but she is your mom. You love her, and she loves you.” He lets go of my hand and runs it again through his hair.
    “No , she doesn’t care about me; if she did then she would not have left us.”
    “Marco, you could have a much worse mom than you do. Believe m e.” He looks miffed and says,
    “Y our mom is great, what are you talking about.”
    “Not my mom, but Adrian’s mother, she wasn’t the best. In fact I don’t think that there is a worse mother, out there , than her.”
    “I don’t care; my mom is out of my life. She must have had all this inside her, waiting to come out. I can never forgive her.” I am starting to lose my patience with him. Something about him annoys me. I take a deep breath and I try to put my frustration of him out of my mind.
    “You are not thinking straight y ou will, in time, forgive her.” H e shakes his head rapidly.
    “No, I cannot see that.” He leans back over and takes my hand again. I sit uneasy but again I do not want to offend him. He looks up from the bed and into my eyes.
    “What happened with you and that British dude?” I close my eyes a nd remember how Adrian dislikes Marco.
    “It’s… complicated.” I say.
    “Have you broken up with him?” I feel even more annoyed with him and I do not want to have this conversation with him.
    “I am not sure,”
    “Either you are with him or not.” He says bitterly, I do not like his tone.
    “I haven’t seen him since … the shooting.” He gasps and looks almost glad.
    “Wow, that’s pretty bad.” He says smugly. I hate the look that is on his face; I almost want to slap it off.
    “No, he just needs space, everything will work out.” I say, believing my own words.
    “If you say so, tell me babe, do I even have a slight chance with you?” I am stunned by his forwardness. I desperately try to search for a nice way to put what I am about to say. The truth is , there is about a one in a billion chance that I would ever be attracted to him. He is simply ordinary compar ed to Adrian. He has nothing about him, which would lure me in. I now find his looks plain an d nothing matched with Adrian’s. H is poor personality and lack of people skills, also affects the way I perceive him. Marco could never match up to Adrian and sometimes the very sight of him repulses me. He has a very crude demeanour; he does not show respect or compassion to anyone. He treats girls as if they are dirt. He sleeps around and blames the girl afterwards, he could never be courteous in anyway and I would never trust him. I look at his deep black eyes as he awaits my response. I still feel a bit sorry for the guy, after all , it must be hard when a parent has an affair. His pain is showing and it is not nice to see. I look to him and I think of my words,
    “Marco, I won’t lie to you; I do not think that I would ever be into you that way we are too different.”
    “I see, at least you are honest. I don’t and never will stand a chance with you.” My heart begins to race a little more rapidly. I hate this type of confrontation. I wish that I had not asked him to c ome to my room. It is hard for to be around him and I cannot stand the awkwardness that I am feeling.
    “W hy would you want me?” H e reaches out again and twines his fingers into mine.
    “Because, you are the most special and unique girl I have ever met. No one cares the way you do, and Alanna you are also the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen .” I feel my face flush hot at his words. I untangle my fingers from his and as I do, he looks a little hurt. I smile at him and try