Kiss me if you Dare - Anna S. (best books to read for success .TXT) 📗

at the hospital at 8.
            “I got to go pick Catherin up. You can come.” Umm? Did I just ask him to come with me? Crap! Well maybe it’s good to have someone there when I go pick Catherin up. I wonder what she’ll think if she sees Seth with me.

            “Yeah. Sure.” He grinned getting up from the carpet. “I’ll be back in two minutes. Hold on.” Seth holds his hand in the air as warning for me to wait and then he holds up one finger up and mouths ‘one second’. I smiled and nodded at his gesture of movement. He opened my window and jumped out of it. I ran to my window knowing he was really CRAZY! When I reached the window I see him running across the street and then around in two seconds. I looked back and rested against the window.

            Less then one minute later the bell ranged downstairs. I pull my brow up and got my bag walking down the stairs. With the car keys in my hand, I opened the door and Seth is leaning against the side of it with some roses on one hand and a welcome back card on the other. He pulls one red rose from the bouquet and hand it to me smiling. I took it and smelled the sweet smell its sent.

            “Thanks.” I smiled.  

            “Let’s go.” He assures. I nod and walked towards the car. Pulling out of the driveway and into the street, I wonder of how did he changed so fast.

            “Hey.” Catherin babbled as she eyed Seth next to me when we arrived at the hospital. We handed her the roses and card Seth got her as she smiles back in surprised.

“These are lovely.” She says sniffing the roses closely.

 She got up from the wheel chair and walked to the car as Seth helps her. She sat on the front and Seth on the back. The whole ride he was talking to her and making her feel better about her diabetes saying that his mom used to have it and yet she lived a healthy life. I appreciate what he’s doing, helping Catherin feel more comfortable with the idea. Thinking about it, I feel bad about how I have been treating him lately. Once we arrive home, he had to leave. Catherin and I sat on the couch and watched a movie together before bedtime.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

{Chapter 5}

 

 

 

            “Here you go.” Lucy says passing me a black with a hot pink laced bow envelope. I looked at it and then at her. At the back it said my name in white script.

            “It’s my invitation for my seventeen birthday bash in four weeks.” She continues as she hands one to Connor. “Since you disappeared doing God knows what and you, Connor, with Football practice. Me and my mom rearranged the party, picking out the colors and the decorations. So today I’m handing out the invitations.”

            “Oh. You finally came to a conclusion.” Connor jokes staring back at his black and pink envelop in his hand.

            “HA-HA-HA. Very funny.” She looks over at Connor and then back at me.  

            “These colors just make me sick. Pink? Really?” He emphasizes his words.

            “It’s my party not yours. So stop making fun of my colors.” She says pulling her long blond hair behind her shoulders.

            He laughs pulling the envelope inside his school bag. Lucy looks at him rolls her eyes and then turns to me smiling.

            “Mitchell Newton is throwing a party Friday night and You’re coming with me.” Lucy crosses her arms against her chest lightly looking at me. I know she was still holding this over me because of last time. I closed my locker and looked back at her.

            “Fine. But I’m not staying too late.” I point at her. Her smile wider now as she rushes over and hugs me tightly.  

            “Yay! Okay. I’ll pick you up at seven. Now I got to go I still have a lot of people to give invitations to.” She turns around walking the opposite direction disappearing into the crowd. Connor looked at me as he opened his locker next to mine. He reached for some books.

            “My mom’s coming to town.” He begins. Connor’s parents are divorced, he lives with his dad since he was ten. His mom only comes to town every two years to see him since he turned 15.            

            “That’s great. Are you excited?” I asked leaning against my locker.

            “I don’t know.” He says sadly.

            “What’s wrong?” I asked.

            “She remarried. Now she has daughter. Something she always wanted.” He tells me.

            “You mean with her new husband?”

            “A step-daughter.” He tells me.

            “Oh, how old is she?”

            “Ten.” He looked at me and then down. “I’m guessing I’m going to meet them.” He closes his locker and then walks over but then he turned and walked to me.

            “You know what. Um, I don’t care about them, she left us. So I hope she’s happy with her new family.”

            “Connor.” I say softly touching him on the shoulder.  “You don’t want to lose your mom forever.”

            He exhales and was about to say something when the bell ringed. He looked over and hugged me tightly.

            “Thank you.” He whispers in my ear.

            I smiled and walked to the school library on study hall time. When I arrived, a substitute teacher sat behind the check-in desk reading a newspaper. He was tall with dark brown hair. When he looks up at me.

            “May I help you?” He asks in a deep voice.

            “I’m here for study hall.” I say standing in front of him.

            “Sure thing. I’m Mr. Wisley. Sign-in please.” He pulls out a piece of paper. “When you’re done, you can do whatever you please.”

            I picked up the paper from his hand and signed in. “Thank you.” I say.

            I walked over to the book shelves for Shakespeare. I looked on the shelves and nothing seemed to catch my attention. I passed my hand on the names looking carefully.

            “Romeo and Juliet is a good one.” I turned and Seth stood by the shelf with a copy on his hand. “One of the greatest love stories ever told.” He walks over.

            “Yes, but the ending wasn’t so pleasant. Made no sense.” I say looking back to the selves of book at lies before me.

            “Of course it did. If your true love died, you would want to die too.”

            “I would. But I wouldn’t literally die. I still would have a whole life ahead of me. Why would I want to die?”

            “What if you never find anyone like your first love ever again?”

            “I probably won’t. No two loves are the same. I may find love another way.” I tell him leaning against the shelf now.  

            “Good point.” He smirks touching his chin. “But, if your love has died would the world make any sense if you’re alive and he’s not?”

            I laugh under my breath. “Maybe. Depends.”

            “Hum.” He says walking away. I stood there for a minute before following him down the hall of books. He stopped and stood in front of Nicholas Sparks books collection.

            “A walk to remember, The notebook, The last Song, Message in the bottle.” He dictated. “There all stories about love, but yet no one seems to be interested in anything else but a good love and mysterious story. All of them ends with them together but as you know everyone loves a happy ending.”

            “Every girl loves a happy ending. Guys look for more action and for more of the adventure type of stories. To me there all the same. I like all of them.”

            He laughs softly underneath his breath before looking back up at me.

            “What?” I say staring back.

            When he was about to answer the bell ranged. He smiled and shook his shoulders as he walked out. I followed him walking behind him.

            “Why did you laugh?” I asked.

            “Oh, it’s nothing. Just the way you said it, was pretty funny.”  

            “No it wasn’t.” I flick his shoulders.

            “I’m sorry.” He apologizes as he enters his class for the period. I looked at him smiled, walking to my Geometry class.

 

 

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            “ELSA!” Katie as she hugs me with her baby boy on her arms. Katie is Catherin’s best friend since they were old enough to talk. She got married when she turned nineteen and had her first child at twenty-one, little Bethany. Bethany is a cute little five-year-old girl, with light blue eyes and soft light blond hair. Then she had little Kevin the baby boy, he’s one, he’s adorable with green eyes and brown hair.

            “Dah-dah.” Kevin says in his mothers arm.  

            “Hey Katie.” I grinned as I looked at Kevin who smiles under his own drool.

            “KATE!” Catherin yells as she runs down the stairs to give her friend a hug.

            “Catherin, oh my gosh. We have so much to talk about for Christmas.” Katie says as she and Catherin walked to kitchen. Christmas was two weeks away, the school was already preparing for winter break, everyone planning to go everywhere but stay on this town. Bethany pulls on my pants with her tiny hands to get my attention, when I looked at her as she smiled.

            “Do you want to play doll with me?” she asks softly with her baby voice.

            “Um, do you want to draw instead?” I asked her leaning down to her side.

            “Like what?”  Her light blue eyes focused on mine as I spoke.

            “Anything you want. I have crayons and paper.”

            Bethany gives me a huge smile as she shakes her head and her two curly piggy tails shakes with her movement. “Okay.”

            I take her tiny hand into mine as we walked to the living room. I opened the cabinet next to the TV, pulling papers and crayons from the inside. I pulled the papers out and spilled all the crayons on the carpet. She lies down on her stomach and pulls put a paper and a green crayon. I smiled and walked over to her.

            “I’m going upstairs to take a shower; I’ll be right back okay?”

            “Okay.” She mumbles as she continues to draw.

            I ran upstairs as my room door song open as I pulled my hand up. I pulled my hand towards my closet as it opened it; clothe flying off the closet door. I pulled out light jeans pants, a grey cardigan an white shirt. My leather boots flying off the closet as well, all of them were placed on top of my bed neatly. I walked towards the bathroom as a towel flew behind me. When I got inside the door flew shut.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

{Chapter 6}

 

 

 

 

            “You want me to do what?” I asked in disbelief looking at both Katie and Catherin.  They both looked at me with pleading eyes.

            “Come on, Else.” Catherin says as she walks closer. “All you need to do is take Kevin and Bethany to take a picture with Santa at the mall. Please, we have so much to do for the Christmas dinner with everyone.”
            “And I really need these photos in so I can make copies and send them to the family.” Katie continues Catherin’s explanation on why I should take HER kids to take picture with Santa? Katie took out 40 dollars from her purse and handed it to me.

            “Here.” She says. “Each picture with the picture frame is Ten to fifteen dollars. Keep the change.” She winks.

            “Fine. But when I come back, I’m out of here.” I warned taking the money from Katie’s hand and pulling it inside the side pocket of my purse. 

            “Whatever you want.” Catherin dictates. I got Kevin in my arms as little Bethany was holding my other hand. Katie fixed the baby chair things for both of them in the back seats of my black