“Stay,” she whispers, but he pretends not to hear. “Please stay?” She pulls her thin and stringy brown hair out of her eyes, her bright blue eyes trying to see if he would show some remorse, or even a single sad look, but his back is already turned.
“Don’t you ever think, Kate?” His words are sharp, strange, as his voice once would flow as easily as a river. “I don’t have the time for your games anymore!”
“Don’t just leave again, that's not fair. Please Zane?” Kate’s voice is even softer, but she doesn’t stop him as he opens the passenger door.
He steps out, but before he closes the silver car door, he bends over and talks sweetly again. "Kate, you know i love you, don't you? Eventually I'll prove it to you again, i swear." But then he pulls himself away from the car and slams the door, hard, taking all the meaning out of his words.
She puts her car into gear and drives off, the few stray tears left in her falling down her too-pale cheeks. It even surprises her, as she hadn't cried since the night he turned so sharp. She passes the turn to her job, then skips the turn into her neighborhood. But she doesn’t even see that. All she can see is the road ahead of her, the gas pedal under her foot.
"No!" Kate yelled again, laughing. "You can't read that!" She sat on her knees, feeling the grass beneath her fingers. The small hill just past their high school had a slight breeze, ruffling her hair but keeping his perfectly gelled black do in its exact spot. She pulled her bag away from him, but he grabbed the envelope that poked out of her bag. "No!" She giggled again, hoping that he would not open the mortifying note.
Zane held the filched envelope in his hand, smiling at her. "What's in it?" He shakes it a bit, and then he broke the seal. Her face turned somehow even paler, and then it blushed at the cheeks a fiery red. He pulled the notebook paper out, unfolded it softly, and then smoothed out the creases. "Sara," he read in a regal voice. "I think th-"
She made a grab for the note. "I put it in a sealed envelope for a reason," she cried, reaching for the paper.
Zane pulled the note away. "I think that I'm in love, how am I supposed to know? I'm only seventeen, after all. I'm just the girl who wears t-shirts of bands and things that nobody's heard of before, the girl who is average height and weight and intelligence and general being." Kate kept reaching for the paper, but he kept pulling it away. "His name is Zane."
This time when she reached for it, he didn't pull the note away, but stood as if in a trance. "Are you for real?" He whispered, but didn't wait for the response. He pulled a paper from his bag, and wrote something on the back of a math worksheet, then passed it to her.
Her name is Kate.
Kate looked up at him, his head just a few inches above hers. Then she threw her arms around his neck.
She drives past the city limits, underneath the curtain of rain, through the tears, and into the night.
Good Job! Keep writing and I'll be looking forward to the continuation!
