Zac sat up and held out his hand to help pull me up. When I sat up and looked over at him, it felt so weird. It was like, looking at someone that I knew my whole life, but actually seeing him for the first time. I mean, well, hmm. This was a tough one. I looked away. He reached over and touched my wrist, the wrist that had the bracelet on it. He picked up my arm to look at it.
"What's this?" he asked.
"Oh that? It's, uh, Bobby's ID bracelet. He sorta gave it to me on my birthday." I said, looking down, and biting my lower lip.
"So, does that mean that you guys are going steady or something?" Zac asked.
"I dunno. He just gave it to me. And he has one with my name on it, too." I said. Anger quickly filled Zac's eyes. Oh, dammit, I thought.
"Well Ang, that usually means that you're going steady when you're wearing his name engraved in silver around your wrist!" he said, standing. "And what was this? Huh? Just something to do to keep yourself entertained while you were away from Bobby-boy?"
"Zac, that's not the way--"
"You know what? I don't even care." He said. He was lying. I could tell. "See 'ya 'round."
I stood up and started to chase after him as he stormed back towards the house. Great! This is not supposed to happen! I caught up with him and pulled on his hand. He quickly pulled it from my grasp.
"I'm not going to be some, some 'thing' that you are going to use just to pleasure yourself." Zac said, not looking me directly in the eye.
"And you're not, either. Zac, listen to me." I said, trying to get his full attention. He finally gave into my begging, and looked down at me, square in the eyes. "I meant what I said before. And nothing would ever happen to change that. Zac, I do love you, whether you chose to believe it or not."
His eyes seemed to turn back to their carmel coloring, instead of fury flying around in them. He smiled, then went to kiss me, but stopped just before our lips were about to touch.
"But this is wrong, right? You're still with Bobby, and you're not going to do anything, are you? When you get home, you'll call him, he'll come over and he won't know anything. You'll go on as tho nothing ever happened just now. But I know, you'll be feeling so guilty about it…" Zac fired out questions and accusations.
"But you're wrong, Zac. I will. I will tell him about this and about…us. I will, I swear it to you." I said, hesitating before I said that word; 'us'. Could I do this? Could I break up with Bobby and then tell him why? He would be more than furious with me. But the big question was, is there an 'us'?
"About us?" Zac asked. "What about us?"
"Well…us. You know, I wouldn't have done any of what just happened if--"
"You mean, you want us to, like, get together?" Zac came out and said it.
"Yeah. Or don't you want to do that?"
Zac smiled as a reply and all of his anger was gone. He stepped closer to me and put his hands around my jaw line and pulled my head up and kissed me. Even tho we were cautiously close to the house, I didn't think that he cared about that right now.
"When are you gonna do it?" he asked after our lips separated. Oh, when? I hadn't thought about that yet.
"Whenever the time is right." I said. Zac looked a little annoyed.
"When is that going to be?"
"I'm not sure yet, but I promise, it won't be long from now." I said. He smiled and kissed me quickly on the lips again. "I should get going home. I didn't tell my mom that I was going anywhere. I'll talk to you later."
"Okay, bye." He said, holding onto my hands as I walked away. Our fingers slipped off of the others slowly. I looked back only once and he was watching me, and the feeling that I felt inside was great.