Fated
Part 2
“How do you know where I live?” I asked. I couldn’t believe it. Tara was standing on my front porch, smiling at me. She was wearing makeup today–dark eyeliner that curved up at the outer corners of her eyes, almost touching the ends of her eyebrows and giving her a dark, exotic look. She was wearing a black choker as well, with a cross hanging from the middle. When I had first opened the door, my breath had been taken away. But that was just a stupid reaction, and I didn’t even know why her appearance had that effect on me. She was just a girl.
“I followed you home one day.” She put her elbow up on the door frame, and my eyes slid down her arm to the soft curve of her shoulder. She hadn’t shaved in at least a couple of days, but she obviously didn’t care: she was wearing a halter top.
“Why would you do that?” I asked, forcing my eyes back to her face.
“I dunno. I just thought that you would feel more comfortable with that answer.”
“Why would I feel comfortable with the idea of being stalked?” I asked, stepping outside and closing the door behind me.
“Would you rather have me tell you the truth?” She started walking, and I followed her. I didn’t even know where we were going.
“Yes, because that way I know whether or not you’re crazy.” I didn’t really want to know where we were going. I was more interested in knowing why my hand itched to hold hers like before.
“Okay,” she said, then in a matter-of-fact tone added, “The voices in my head told me where you live.”
I had not expected her to say that. “You’re joking,” I said flatly. “That’s even worse than stalking.”
“I told you so.” She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Since you won’t seem to do it.”
My heart fluttered but I pulled away, suddenly terrified that someone could see us. “That’s not appropriate,” I muttered.
“Girls and girls is the sin next to murder. Remain chaste and you’ll become God,” Tara sang softly, then threw her head back and laughed.
“What did you mean by voices?” Biting my lip, I looked away from her.
“I hear voices in my head.” She grabbed my hand again. “And they’re telling me to hold you.”
“You have to be lying,” I mumbled. “This joke isn’t very funny.”
“I know! It’s so lame!” Tara suddenly pulled me off of the sidewalk and we started walking through a field of long grass.
“Where are we going?” I finally asked.
“My secret place, because I’m cliche enough to have one.” She giggled.
I stared at her. A breeze caught Tara’s hair and played with it, brushing the strands away from her face as if it wanted to kiss her cheeks and forehead. She must have had the same impression that I did, because her eyelids closed and she smiled. I stared at those glossy lips curving upwards.
“What are you?” I blurted out.
“An angel,” she sang, then raised her arms and twirled away from me, dancing with the wind that picked up and swirled around her. The bright sun beamed down so intensely on her blonde hair that it really did seem as if she had a halo ringing her head. It was magic.
Then she stopped, and looked at me. “Will you join us?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, dazed as I walked up to her and put my hand in hers. The birds were singing around us and the insects were humming. Somewhere nearby I could hear the trickle of a small brook. Then we began moving, swaying to the exotic music of nature, laughing as we were surrounded by a golden world of dreams.
Tara’s arm circled around my waist and we slowed down, her eyes burning into mine as she pulled me against her body. My breath caught. And she kissed me. Her soft smooth lips pressed against mine, her tongue touching my teeth briefly before pulling back as she moved her mouth over mine. All I could think about was how good her lip gloss tasted, like sweet and tangy candy. Breaking away, she grinned, laughed, and danced away, continuing her journey through the grassy field. I felt faint, and with the rush of what had just happened I fell to my knees.
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