by sarah faith
"It's not important. I was just starting to like him and then I saw him with another girl never mind. It's my fault anyway."
"How so?"
"Well," I said adjusting my position, "I fell for him in the first place! I should have known he was like everyone else." I sighed, then. "Are there really any guys who are different, Auntie? I mean really different someone who could sweep me off my feet and just adore me? And I mean someone who can do that AND actually resist the wiles of sluts."
I heard my Aunt laugh at this, and it made me laugh too. Her laughing was contagious. I had always loved that about her That and her caring for me after my mom died for all these years. Her and my uncle became my second parents, and I loved them to death for that.
"Look, Arie. There are men out there like that, I promise. Look at your uncle! You know just as much as I do that he's not like those other men. They're out there but they're most certainly rare. You're going to have to wait, sweet pea."
I moaned, "Auntie, I'm tired of waiting. I've been waiting my entire life! Ever since" I stopped. Ever since? Ever since I saw the way my father treated my mom. Abusive, drunken and he cussed her out daily. I vowed
to marry a man who was perfect, not anything like my drunken father. I decided to veer my conversation away from horrid memories.
"Anyway, I'm starting to give up. I don't know what's going to happen to me. I'm going to end up an old maid."
Again, my aunt laughed but this time, I didn't laugh with her. I didn't find anything funny about this situation. "Darling, it's not going to come right when you want it. Look for it when it's least expected." Suddenly I heard clamor on the other end of the line. "Look, hun I got to go now, the chicken just got loose again and your uncle's running around the yard trying to catch him. I got to help. I love you dearie."
"Bye." I smiled. I had always thought living on a farm would be boring and pointless. But the last ten years had proven me wrong. I clicked the 'end' button and sighed. Then I looked at the clock. 11:15am. I heard Freddie tapping on the floorboards outside the door and I battled within.
Maybe I should give him a chance. My aunt WAS right. I couldn't expect him to be perfect. He probably wasn't the 'one.' My heart suddenly wrenched in pain at the thought of him with some other person forever and ever. I wanted it to be me just me. But it never would. I sighed again and rubbed my forehead. I guess there was no harm in being nice to the guy. I took a deep breath, released it, and walked to the door. Here goes. Freddie
I was just dozing off when suddenly the door opened from behind me! I came crashing to the floor, now instantly awake. Gazing above me, I saw the delicate and delicious figure standing there, gazing at me with a stern, but softened look on her face. Her arms were crossed and lips set into a firm, set line. Oh boy. Then, surprising me completely, Arianne sighed.
"Get up Freddie."
I felt like such a retard for just lying there staring at her, but it was a miracle in itself that I wasn't attacking her right now! Give me some credit here!
I got up and shifted nervously. What was she going to do to me? I had 0% doubt in my mind that if she got mad enough her attacks wouldn't be soft
"I'm sorry I screamed at you, Freddie."
Woah! Wasn't expecting that one! I didn't know what to do, what to say for a moment, so I just stared at her. Finally, collecting my thoughts enough to look like a civilized human being, I answered; and I made SURE that she felt my forgiving nature.
"Don't worry about it. I guess you had reason enough to."
"Yeah." She bit her lip and looked at her toes. I felt like such a pig! Here I was in this tense, awkward situation and all I could think about was kissing those lips! Man!
"I-I just thought you were different." She said calmly, but refused to look at me in the eyes. Wow, I must have really hurt her feelings She had to know the truth!
"Arianne, I swear, I've never seen that girl before. She wanted something to drink so I was getting her some water then, wham! And then you came in"
After my pathetic speech Arianne looked up at me, still not into my eyes though. Anger flashed in her eyes, her features. "You really expect me to believe that a sexy, blonde chick just walked up and started kissing you!? How pathetic! I was expecting something a little more solid but, wow. That just shows how bad of a liar you are!"
"Arianne, I swear, I'm not lying! Everything happened JUST that way, I-I promise!" I stuttered as she reached for her door. She suddenly started to laugh bitterly.
"I must have been crazy to even think about giving you a second chance. I don't want to see you anymore. Goodbye." With one last glare, Arianne slammed the door into my face. My jaw dropped. She didn't believe me!!! How could she not believe me! Anger sprinted through my veins. I lifted my hand to pound on her door, but somehow let it drop. I wanted to get Arianne back, not drive her away. My hands angrily ran through my hair and I stormed into my room.
This was the most ridiculous thing that I had ever gone through before with a woman! Why did they have to be so much trouble!? I sighed and flopped onto my bed. I was starting to see the chances with Arianne fading more and more. I did have to admit, a guy telling his date that a cute, busty blonde was the only one doing the kissing, wasn't completely believable. I knew dozens of guys who would love to bang that chick but not
me! She might have been cute to some men, but those sparkling hazel eyes of Arianne's left her in the dust. I would never lie to Arianne. No matter how big of a deal it was, or wasn't. I made that vow then and there. Unless of course, it was about my royalty. It saddened me that I had no choice in that matter
I still marveled at my obsession with this girl it was uncanny. My manly instinct took over. I wasn't going to let her beat me at this game. I'd make her fall in love with me if I had to drag her there with my teeth! But hopefully, that wouldn't be necessary!
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 8
Chapter 4
Arianne
The volleyball slammed into the blockers' hands and flew behind me, out of bounds. My whole team came together in the middle of the court for a cheer and huddled quickly to discuss our plan to conquer. This was it. Game point, of our season finals. If we won this game, we went to playoffs, and then on to the championship. If we lost, we went nowhere.
Ruthie Bernhard backed up a great deal before the serving line, and after the whistle blew, she fiercely did a jump approach and sent the volleyball flying over the net with a loud crack. Unfortunately, the other team received the ball well and I readied myself for an outside hit. But just as my feet were about to move, I noticed the setter's head in front of me it was tilted back. I then looked to the outside hitter, prepared and ready to attack.
'They're faking us!' I thought quickly and screamed "Back hit!" As loud as I could. Being an outside hitter, I saw that by this time everyone had gone to defense for the opposing team's outside hit; meaning everyone but me was going to block the wrong hitter. I gulped as I heard my coach telling me to cover the outside hit. However, as the set went up in the air, I felt relief in my stomach that I turned out right. This was THE play. The last thing I could do to help my team, and my school. It was one-on-one time; me and the hitter. As I saw the hitter start to attack, I bent my knees and started to jump. I braced myself for the impact of the ball against my hands and then I felt it Like a bullet, the volleyball came slamming against my hands. However, much to my delight, the ball went flying, and dropped directly behind the hitter; right on the line.
As I came to my feet, the numbing of my hands from the contact of the ball seemed to get decrease as the realization of winning the game took it away. My entire team started screaming and they all came rushing over to hug me. I felt tears running down my cheeks as every one of my teammates congratulated and celebrated with me. Finally, respect.
After the celebration party that night, my face showed nothing more than immense fatigue. "Ah, bed sweet bed!" I yawned.
I was just about to pull down the covers, when a
knock sounded at the door. My eyes flew to the clock and saw the time. 2:30 am. Who in their right mind? For a moment I stood still, wondering if I should ignore the door, or answer it. As the knock sounded the second time, I decided against myself and went to answer it. At first, I only opened the door about an inch, just so I could peek out. Then, as my eyes saw who stood in front of me, I winced. There was no reasonable way that I could actually make myself look even half as presentable as I wanted to in front of this guy
Freddie was looking down at the floor and when he heard the door open he looked up and saw me almost hiding behind the door. He flashed that wonderful smile and said quietly "Don't hide. I won't hurt you" There were so many words I wanted to say to him right now. I remembered a time when I thought that I could forgive him anything, anytime. I guess I was wrong.
Freddie
The extent of amazement that I felt for Arianne was nothing worth writing in words. When I saw the way she played that game, it made her look so in place. It was like she really belonged there; she felt she belonged there. The evidence of that confidence while she played made her somehow even more beautiful to me than she ever was before.
It was game point and I couldn't believe that I was getting this nervous for a game I had never took much interest to before. When I saw Arianne make that point and I saw her face; shining and so very happy, it made my heart dance with delight. After the game, I had tried to get her attention, but she was so taken by her team and the after party, that I felt it was best to wait until she got back to her dorm. So I quietly walked back there to wait, in silence.
Little did I know, my little princess wouldn't be coming home at the stroke of twelve. As I waited for the sound of her soft footsteps in the hall outside, my heart seemed to grow heavier and heavier. Here I was, waiting for this girl, this wonderful girl who seemed to hate me. What in the world was wrong with me?
Two hours passed and I was starting to find it difficult to stay awake. I was just about to give in to the temptation of sleep when those footsteps I had been waiting for finally sounded in my ears. I nearly jumped, and waited for her door to shut. There was no use in startling her in the hallway However, I couldn't seem to shake the feeling of being a wicked stalker, ready to attack.
I opened my door quietly, and shut it equally softly. I crossed the hall quickly and took a deep breath. Then, I knocked. The wait seemed to take hours. I was in agony, waiting for this girl and I didn't even know why. The fact of the matter was; I NEEDED to be around her. I was almost convinced that I was falling in love with this silly little spitfire.
I was looking at my toes when the door opened and I looked up instantly. I strained to see her face through the door, and smiled when I realized she was hiding from me. Why?
"Don't hide." I grinned. "I won't hurt you."
Arianne opened the door a little bit more and it was then that I realized how tired she looked. She had the formation of bags under her eyes, and I couldn't believe how selfish I was. But in any case, I was here, and I wasn't backing out.
"Sorry to bug you right now" She said nothing, and I continued. "I just came over to congratulate you on your block tonight. It was amazing, you did really well."
Arianne smiled lightly and even THAT made me go crazy.
"Thanks, Freddie." She said carelessly. Her nonchalant attitude almost decked my happiness a little bit, but when I saw that glint in her eyes; I knew she was fair game. Somehow, I could read her eyes like a book, and I knew she didn't hate me that much. I voiced my thoughts:
"Look, Arie, I know that you don't hate me as much as you pretend. It's in your eyes, even right now." "Wh-what?!" She protested shifting her eyes away from mine. "You're crazy, Freddie. Okay, so I can't even make eye-contact with you without you criticizing me? That's bull." She didn't make eye contact again, but I could see that she was hurt, and as she turned to go back to her room, I reached out and grabbed her shoulders gently. She seemed shocked by this as I turned her to look at me, because she suddenly froze.
If she was feeling what I was right now wow. My entire body was pulsing with temptation right now. I had her in my grasp, I could've brought her to my lips right now, but something stopped me. Respect for her? Maybe.
"Arie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound.... Just just look at me." When she shook her head, I pleaded with her again. "Please? Just come on."
She finally consented and I almost jumped when her hazel eyes connected with mine. I don't know if she felt it, but there was a definite connection there. Like a magnet
"There we go. Not so bad right?" I saw her smile a little and I continued, "Look, I have to see you. More than just passing through the hall or in class"
"Freddie" She started, but I cut her off.
"No, no. Really, Arianne. Please? Meet me tomorrow by the fountain outside the library, ok?"
For a moment, Arianne looked doubtful. She was still looking straight into my eyes and it was making me feel a little bit let's not go there! I could see her struggling with herself in them. Like she was having an inward battle of whether or not to say yes, or no.
"Fine!" She suddenly said, a little louder than expected. So I was right. She was battling. "I'll go. What time?" " 2:30." I said enthusiastically. I felt like a little boy who just received a puppy. I grinned broadly and, as much as I didn't want to, I let go of her shoulders. "Goodnight, Arie."
"'Night."
Someday My Prince Will Come : Chapter 9
Arianne
When Freddie pulled my arms and I could feel the warmth traveling through my cold body, I knew I was fair game. NO matter how much I thought that I didn't want to talk to him, the reality of my feelings overcame my emotions. Every stinking time! Freddie kept pulling me closer, like he was going to kiss me, then stopped. My heart secretly sank. I wouldn't look at him; I had made up my mind; until he started pleading. Begging me to look into his eyes! That was it. I hoped it didn't show, but as soon as our eyes linked, there was that instant connection. Like a magnet
"There we go. Not so bad right?" Freddie said softly and in spite of myself I smiled. It was cute how he was always trying to say things to make everything better. "Look," He began again, "I have to see you. More than just passing through the hall, or in class"
"Freddie" I was going to tell him how much I wanted him to leave me alone but he cut me off.
"No, no. Really, Arianne. Please?" Aww, there he was begging me again! "Meet me tomorrow by the fountain outside the library, ok?"
I knew the doubt of if trusting him was a good idea or not, showed on my face. Why should i? Just because I always felt happy around him? Just because when I looked into those 'jungle like eyes' I felt myself resisting the pull between us? Just because when he smiled, I went weak at the knees? I was having an inward battle. My heart was literally singing, GO! But my always 'do things by the book' mind was screaming in protest.
Yes, no? No, yes? I don't know!!!
"Fine!" I said, a little too exuberantly. I hoped Freddie didn't notice. "I'll go. What time?"
The change in his entire appearance was immediate. Delight filled every cranny of him as he grinned. "2:30." He then looked at his hands, still on my shoulders and carefully removed them. Yeah, thanks. Shoulda done that before they sucked the life out of me. "Goodnight Arie." He said finally.
"Night." I closed the door. I walked to my bed. I closed my eyes. I tried to sleep, but to no avail. All I could think about was meeting my prince charming tomorrow in eleven and a half hours. UGH!
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The time came to leave for the courtyard. I had gone up to my room after my last class and decided to freshen up a smidgen. Don't ask me my reasons because, in truth, I didn't know myself. Ever since I had met Freddie, I had actually taken a care to how I looked. He had more than one affect on me.
I took one last glance at myself in my trusty mirror, and actually convinced myself that I didn't look half bad. I was wearing skinny jeans with a few tatters in the knee and a cranberry colored t-shir
t covered by a black vest. My hair was down, falling in wavy cascades over my shoulders, make-up light but effective. I decided to wear blat 'Tom's' instead of converse, and then I stuffed everything I needed into a little wallet. Driver's License, College ID, Cash, Debit Card. Why carry a purse if you aren't on your monthly blessing???
As I walked out of my door, I put my wallet in my back pocket. My breaths were coming short, and I was nervous as heck. I prayed I didn't sweat; this makeup didn't go on easy and breezy.
The fresh air hit my face with approval and I liked it how the breeze felt on my skin. Welcoming center, cafeteria, student lounge and around the corner, the courtyard. I took a deep breath and turned the corner confidently my eyes flew to the fountain and there my jaw dropped. I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw Freddie, and who was with him.