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Twisted Fate Chapter 3
Romance
 Created on 2-26-08
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The following Wednesday as I was headed to my last class, Anthony ran up to me. Looking kind of nervous, he asked if I would like to hang out with him that Saturday.
"I'd like that. Here's my number so you can call me later tonight and we can finalize plans then," I replied, writing my number on his hand.
"Sounds great, Bri. I'd better get to class. I'll call you tonight."
Before he ran to class though, he gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Surprised, I basically floated into class, only to come crashing down to earth in five seconds flat.
"Brianna! Looks like we get to be lab partners today," Jason exclaimed as I got into the classroom.
Rolling my eyes, I plopped down in the chair next to my new lab partner. Great.
"So, Bri, you gonna come over to my place today after school and help me with my biology, right?"
"Not on your life, Jason."
"What?! Come on, you've never turned me down before. Plus, you know I pay you. And pretty well, mind you."
"I've never had a real reason to turn you down before. But, I don't want your money, and I'm tired of being your toy."
"Bri, what the hell is your problem? Did your dad hit you in the head one too many times? When does anyone turn down money? Or ME for that matter. Do you remember who I am? I can bring your reputation down faster than you can blink."
"My reputation is already as low as it can go, Jason. Remember who YOU are talking to? I'm not the same Brianna that you had this past weekend. I ain't Burger King and you ain't having me your way again."
Jason looked shocked that someone had finally had the guts to stand up to him. The expression was quickly changed to one of being pissed when I asked the teacher to change lab partners.
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After class, I went home and did my homework. I didn't want to be busy when Anthony called. About 6:30, the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Bri? It's Anthony."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Well, since you agreed to hang out on Saturday, I'm wondering what you would like to do."
"Ummm...well...is Saturday going to be like a date or just us hanging out?"
"Ummmmmm...aaaaaahhhhh...I was hoping maybe a date?"
"OK. This may sound a little strange, but I've never really been on a REAL date."
"Oh, well in that case, how about I pick you up around 11:30 in the morning? We can do lunch and figure it out what to do from there."
"That sounds great!"
Knock Knock
"Anthony, I've gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow at school." CLICK
"BRIANNA! Who the hell were you talking to?" Dad yelled.
"Just a friend, Dad."
"Just a friend, huh? And what KIND of friend is this?"
"A friend from class," I said getting defensive.
"You don't have time for any damn friends," he slurred.
"Dad, why don't you go rest? You've had a long day."
"I'll rest when I damned well feel like resting. I'm the adult, you bitch," he yelled as his fist connected with my left eye. I fell backwards onto the bed, but not before taking another hit that busted my lip.
As I lay on my bed, holding my mouth to keep blood from getting everywhere, Dad left my room. I finally get up long enough to clean off the blood from my busted lip and crawled into bed wondering what excuse I could use tomorrow.
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