"Oh....I’m sorry" he mumbled, I think he realized he hit a raw nerve. He leaned away from me.
"It’s okay, really, I never really knew her anyway so it doesn’t matter" I looked up at him and plastered a fake smile to my small pink doll lips as Schuyler called them. He gave me a soft smile back like he had the same problem. Maybe he did, but I didn’t really want to know.
"Well maybe its better that you don’t know her" he said quietly trying hard not to upset me even further. He leaned forward again a set of shivers ran down my spine as his shoulder touched mine for the second time; with and out stretched hand he traced the side of the record player. A set of shivers ran down my spine. His long fingers were decked out in so many rings. The one that caught my attention the most was a silver snake like ring that seemed to curl its way all the way up his middle finger. It stood out to me because it had green emerald eyes. It made me think of the ring I had sitting on my desk, in the shape of a lion’s head with red rubys for eyes.
"Yea I guess" I looked down at the record player where his fingers were only seconds before. He did have a very good point. Even though I was internally pissed at my mom and hated her, I think if I really got a chance to know her I would hate her even more. I’m glad that I don’t really know her at all. She is basically a stranger to me.
“So," he mused trying to change the subject, which I was glad for because if the conversation continued in the direction it was going I would have to leave the room and venture out into the party that I didn’t want to be at to find Schuyler. "You like the Rolling Stones?"
"It’s okay, really, I never really knew her anyway so it doesn’t matter" I looked up at him and plastered a fake smile to my small pink doll lips as Schuyler called them. He gave me a soft smile back like he had the same problem. Maybe he did, but I didn’t really want to know.
"Well maybe its better that you don’t know her" he said quietly trying hard not to upset me even further. He leaned forward again a set of shivers ran down my spine as his shoulder touched mine for the second time; with and out stretched hand he traced the side of the record player. A set of shivers ran down my spine. His long fingers were decked out in so many rings. The one that caught my attention the most was a silver snake like ring that seemed to curl its way all the way up his middle finger. It stood out to me because it had green emerald eyes. It made me think of the ring I had sitting on my desk, in the shape of a lion’s head with red rubys for eyes.
"Yea I guess" I looked down at the record player where his fingers were only seconds before. He did have a very good point. Even though I was internally pissed at my mom and hated her, I think if I really got a chance to know her I would hate her even more. I’m glad that I don’t really know her at all. She is basically a stranger to me.
“So," he mused trying to change the subject, which I was glad for because if the conversation continued in the direction it was going I would have to leave the room and venture out into the party that I didn’t want to be at to find Schuyler. "You like the Rolling Stones?"
