He coasted up to me like the most graceful wraith through the smoothest buttery fog. I reveled at (in, surely?) the fact that he approached me, while I retained the ability to sit stationary on the couch, though my body was screaming at me to jump up and meet him half(no space between half and way)way. The way his footsteps carried a rhythm that matched my heart beat, even as it sped with his arrival, was uncanny. Any other girl might have flinched, giggled, or revealed her emotion, but not I. I was trained. I was strong. My face remained as though it were cast in marble and viewed in a photograph – lifeless and absolutely still. He was going to pay for his little slip at the concert.
“Charl!”
“Charl!”
He cheered my name as if it were his reason for living. No, I exaggerate, but I would have shivered at the joy that his voice contained if I were willing to shatter the facade of nonchalance I'd so carefully constructed.
Silence. It was fun pretending to ignore him. I knew it was petty, but what little revenge I could inflict on him was good enough for me. I loved to watchhim out of the corner of my eye with my nose upturned, hair a muss (you mean mess, I believe?) around my haughty face. His brow furrowed and the corners of his beautiful lips turned towards the floor – just what I had expected. Well, no, I hadn't truly expected it, actually. What was with this guy?
The sight of his expression was very nearly physically painful for me to deal with.
“Oh,” the word slipped out between my lips before I had the chance to catch it and shove it back into the net that hung behind my tongue.
My lips trembled with anticipation of the departing words that were inevitably not going to make sense.
[s]I mean, [/s]he'd taken my silent treatment, my pout and returned it with charming ease.
“You could have come found when I was done,” he said, voice lowered a bit as he took one huge step towards me.
I couldn't talk. I could hardly breathe. Why did this infuriating boy not realize that his very presence left me incapacitated? He sincerely needed to stop placing such high expectations on my function.
“Ah, so you were going to ask me on a date then, [s]hmmm[/s]?”
So, not a peep out of me concerning names, jumping around, pulverized caterpillars or lack thereof!
However (I've noticed that I use that word a lot Smile ) the first installment doesn't quite have that same air of formality and...I don't really know the correct word. Forgive me?
Replace 'sincerely' with either 'honestly'. I think it would work even better.
She accepts the fact that he'll never want to see her again immediately; I'd think, if she was that infatuated with him, she'd fight a bit more?