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Posted: Dec 3 2007, 06:39 PM
Member No.: 2
Joined: 18-November 07
"That Demelza seems nice," Fiona said to Connor a few nights later, as he helped her dry the dishes, "but I thought you were interested in Katrina Monty."
"Not anymore," Connor said. "she's OK, but Demelza . . . "
"Hmmm," said Fiona, handing him a dish. "OK, honey, that's the last of it. Thanks for your help."
Connor went upstairs to his room, where surprise surprise Aidan was bouncing a tennis ball off the ceiling again.
"You know, that's why they invented tennis courts," said Connor.
"Whatever." The phone rang and Aidan sprang from the bed so fast Connor thought he might be attached to a string. "I'll get it!" he yelled.
Connor flopped down on his bed and heard his brother talking to someone on the phone. "Mom!" he called. "Can I go out tonight?"
Connor didn't hear his mom's reply. Whatever. He was going to see Demelza later, so what did he care what his lame little brother was up to? It was getting so if he didn't see Demelza he started to feel weird, almost queasy.
That must be what being in love felt like, he thought. Like the other person's a drug you can't get enough of.
But she didn't call. She had said she would, and then she didn't, and Connor was starting to feel sick to his stomach. Where was she? Why didn't she call? Eight o'clock, nine o'clock, no sign of her. His hands felt sweaty, his confusion turning to anger. Didn't she know she was his? How dare she not call? Every time he tried her number he got her machine. He'd been leaving longer and longer messages, to no avail.
Finally, he'd had enough. He snuck downstairs, past the bedrooms where his parents and sister slept. Aidan was out with his friends, but he'd left the car. Connor got in and started the engine.
He had to see her. Tonight.