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Chapter 5 (v.1) - The Truce

Submitted: January 31, 2008

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Chapter Five

Kellie McIntyre

The pool was packed with people. All of them were milling around, laughing and sharing news. I saw a few girls under one of the huge umbrellas with magazines, laughing and pointing at articles. There was male life guards flirting with girls tanning on the chairs and kids were jumping off the diving board.

Amongst it all, Amanda and I were sitting at a few lawn chairs under one of the other huge umbrellas, talking about the upcoming summer vacation.

“I can’t wait for my birthday!” I said, grinning excitedly. “But I’m going to keep it small.”
“Yeah, you never were one for big blow out parties,” Amanda agreed. “But you might change your mind come July.”

“Highly doubt it,” I countered, grabbing my bag and shuffling around for money to get a soda. I smiled up at Amanda and raised a quarter. “What do you want from the vending machine?”

She smirked at me. “You already know that,” she said, her eyes narrowed in annoyance.

I laughed, knowing she was right, and got up. I was wearing a one-piece bathing suit because I couldn’t stand showing off that much skin. I had on shorts and flip-flops that made hallow sounds on the pavement as I walked, money in hand, towards the entrance where the vending machines were. I bought myself a Sunkist and some Skittles, and then a Diet Coke for Amanda with some Starbursts.

I was humming along with the music that was blasting on the speakers, waiting for the sodas to fall down so that I could insert another dollar for the other one, when I saw someone enter the pool out of the corner of my eye. It was a very familiar person, someone I went to school with.

Yep, you guessed it; it was none other than Mark Jamison.

I pretended not to notice him as I picked up my drinks and candy and headed back towards Amanda, slightly more stiff-backed than usual. I felt that same buzzing hatred towards him whenever I saw his face. Of course now, my Saturday would be ruined because I now had to put up with Jamison like I did almost every other day of the week. It was like Fate was trying to slam us together and Jamison and I were doing every possible to make sure we didn’t like each other too much.

Amanda noticed him but didn’t say anything about it, for which I was grateful. I didn’t even want him here, much less talk about him anymore than necessary. However, I couldn’t help but watch him out of the corner of my eye while he walked around to the other side of the pool to meet up with a bunch of his friends.

“You know, he’s not that bad.” Amanda said.
I looked at her, realizing that I was actually staring at Jamison while she was talking. “Who?” I asked, as if I didn’t know.
“Mark Jamison,” she said, smirking at me. “I talked to him earlier this week and he’s actually very polite.”
“Not towards me, he’s not.” I snapped.

“Listen, sister,” Amanda said, unfazed. “You’ve so got to let go of your past because you could be ruining a perfectly good future.”

Despite my outward arguments, my brain was agreeing. Really, the only reason I hated Mark Jamison was because he called me a whore seven years ago! But I mean, I was over that but I just couldn’t shake my immediate dislike towards him. He was just somebody that I wanted—needed—to hate. It was very strange.

I tried explaining this to Amanda.

“It’s like I’m not supposed to like him,” I said, sipping my Sunkist while looking through my lashes at Jamison. “It doesn’t feel right to go up to him and say that I want to forget the past and be friends.”

“Well, you’ll never know until you try,” Amanda said philosophically.
I rolled my eyes. “Since when did I request a Dr. Phil moment?” I joked, looking at her.

She giggled. “Look, all I’m saying is that you’re making a fool out of yourself by continuing to hate him for no reason.” She said, shrugging and popping a Starburst in her mouth.

I sighed hugely and rolled my eyes. “Okay,” I told Amanda. “I’ll go over to his house later and talk to him. Are you happy now?”
“Only because you’ll look like the bigger person.” Amanda said.

I laughed and got up, putting my Sunkist on the table between us. I slid off my shorts. “Are you coming into the water or what?” I asked, putting up my hair into a messy bun before trotting towards the pool, careful not to attract the attention of the lifeguard on duty.

For most of the time I spent at the pool, I ignored Mark and his friends. With one exception: I couldn’t help but stare when he took his shirt off. Yes, I will admit it he does have a nice body little though I want to say it aloud, which I didn’t have to because Amanda noticed too. She muttered something under her breath that I couldn’t catch but I knew what, or rather who, it was about.

Mark Jamison:

I hate wished my hardest that Kellie wouldn’t be at the pool today but, like always, my wishes were futile. I saw her as soon as I walked into the pool. What did I do to offend the heavens anyway? I mean I knew that I liked her deep inside but it was very hard not to stare at her as she talked with Amanda.

The hardest part was putting up with my friend’s antics. Patrick, Greg, and Thomas all goggled over Amanda and Kellie along with some other girls, but mostly them. I tried to remain casual the entire time, adding tiny little comments of agreement. I told myself every time they started up to remain calm and not get too angry about it.

It was difficult, to say the least.
“Damn!” Thomas said quietly, looking in the direction of Kellie and Amanda.
I looked over, against my better judgment, to see Kellie jump into the pool, Amanda coming after her.
“We should go say hello,” Greg said, standing up and tossing his shirt onto the table.
“Why?” I asked, trying to sound uninterested.

“Dude, they’re hot,” Greg replied, thinking that that was answer enough. He was already walking towards where the girls had jumped in, preparing to go in after them.

I rolled my eyes when Patrick and Thomas got up too. I would look like a coward if I stayed behind so I followed them, annoyed with myself for giving in. Kellie wouldn’t like it, I knew that already, but she would just have to put up with us for an afternoon.

Kellie McIntyre:

I had had a feeling about this! I had been having living nightmares about this happening and it did! I was toast because Greg Fields, Thomas Kirkland, Patrick Simmons, and Mark Jamison were all heading over to where Amanda and I were dunking each other under water. I had been keeping an eye on Mark the entire time but I was distracted when his friends, and him eventually started to come over.

Amanda let out a little squeal when Patrick leapt into the pool. She had always had a crush on him and I knew that she would probably melt at his touch.

Greg and Thomas were jocks. They both looked alike because they were actually cousins (I forgot how I found that out), and Patrick was the school heartthrob. As for Mark, well, I shouldn’t have to tell you.

“Howdy ladies,” Greg said, his head appearing with a pop, followed quickly by Patrick, Thomas, and Mark.

“Can we help you?” Amanda said, going a little red in the cheeks as Patrick grinned at her but at least she was playing hard to get because I was not about to reel her in when some cute guy smiles at her.

“Yeah,” Thomas chirped in. “Us guys need some company.”

I rolled my eyes at Amanda and gave her a look that meant, “Are they serious?” She grinned. I looked back at the guys. “I’m sure that you guys can keep each other company. We aren’t that interesting.”

I started to swim away but Greg said, “I wouldn’t disagree with us because we’re very persuasive.”

I looked at him skeptically but before I could open my mouth to say, “I’m sure,” something grabbed my legs and I was suddenly on someone’s shoulders. I shrieked in surprise as I was lifted almost completely out of the water. I was on top of Thomas’s shoulders and Amanda was being lifted onto Patrick’s. They had done it so smoothly it was like they had been born to do this alone.

“Now can you keep us company?” Greg asked, laughing at our expressions.
“I don’t think we have a choice now,” I said, splashing Amanda and giggling.

I turned my head away as Amanda splashed me back and I caught a glimpse of Mark’s face. His eyes were a scorching red again. But almost as soon as I caught sight of them, they disappeared and I received a face full of water.

It turned into a water fight. Amanda and I would splash the boys and each other, laughing hysterically. I completely forgot of my hatred towards Mark because I splashed him the most. Eventually, the boys took to catapulting us off their shoulders or else dunking us. It was fun only because I acted like Mark and I were friends, even if we didn’t talk to each other throughout the afternoon. I took immense pleasure in seeing his face as I splashed him when he least expected it.

My heart started playing tug-a-war with my head. My heart wanted to be friends with Mark while my head was telling me to forget what Amanda said. I think my heart was winning. I actually had a good time with the four boys at the pool. They were funny and cute and wouldn’t take no for an answer. Greg and Patrick wanted to do a double date next Saturday but we told them to forget it.

However, when I got home after Amanda dropped me off, I had that pressing need to made the “truce” with Mark. It was dark when I finally packed up the courage to do it. I knew that it was too late to go over to their house so I improvised.

I went over to my window, opened it up and gazed across the empty space at Mark Jamison’s window. His curtains were drawn as usual so I had to use my voice and pray that he was in his room. I felt like a total fool as I called, “Hey Mark!”

I waited a few seconds and tried again, a little louder. On my third try, the black out curtains were moved aside and the window opened. I sighed a breath of relief that I had gotten him to open up his window but now I had to say, in short, that I wanted to be friends and forget what happened a long time ago.

“You rang?” he said, putting his hands on the windowsill.

“Yeah,” I said, a little distracted because for the first time I could see a sliver of his room. The walls were deep red and it looked like he had a gothic as an interior decorator. I told myself to pay attention to his face. I came straight out with it, in no mood to beat around the bush. “I had a nice time this afternoon.”

“Really?” he said, his voice suggesting hidden skepticism.

“Yes,” I said curtly. I sighed as he raised his eyebrows. “Look, I’m going to get straight to the point. I have no idea why I hate you as much as I do but I do look like a fool considering I hate you for no reason. I already got over that comment you made when we were ten.” I gave him a hard look.

He surprised me by laughing. It made my stomach flutter and my chest tighten. I couldn’t help but smile a little too. He looked up at me and I could see my bedroom lights reflected in his eyes. “So you want to be friends?” he asked, ducking his head a bit.

“That’s the basic idea,” I replied.
“I have no problem with that,” he said, shaking his head a little as he said it.
“Really?” I said mimicking the same tone he used when I said I had a good time.

He laughed again, a little quieter this time but it had the same effect on me as the first time. My hands tightened on the windowsill. “Yeah,” he said eventually. He face suddenly became serious. “But while we’re talking like civilized people, I want to apologize for what I said…you know, all those years ago about you being a whore. That wasn’t my best day and I’m sorry I took my temper out on you.”

I shrugged; inwardly surprised that he was apologizing. “I got over it but it did give me a legitimate reason to hate you.” I said. “But thanks for apologizing, even if you are seven years late.”

He smiled and his eyes seemed to glow a little. “I don’t suppose you would mind if we did something, as friends?”
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, tension building in my chest at what exactly he might have in mind.

“You’re not a church person are you?” he asked.

“No,”

“Well then there’s something I want to show you tomorrow,” he said, getting a mysterious look in his eyes.

I narrowed my own. “What did you want to show me?” I asked, hoping he would tell me now so I didn’t combust overnight with the suspense.

“You’ll have to find out tomorrow,” he said with a smirk, obviously seeing right through me. “You can wait a mere twelve hours, can’t you? I mean, it’s obviously killed you not seeing me everyday for the past seven years. I know that you can last another twelve hours without me.”

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, wishing I had something to throw at him. However, I couldn’t stop the smile that found it’s way onto my face. I shook my head, giggling. “You wish,” I said.

“I might,”

I laughed again and leaned back from the window, grabbing one of the panes so I could close it. “Go to bed, Jamison,” I said. “Sweet dreams.”

“Good night,” he said, waiting until my window was closed before shutting his own. I watched his window through a gap in my curtains for a while before going to lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling, wondering what he might want to show me tomorrow. It was like we were already best friends coming together after a big fight. I felt so relieved for some reason. It was like a huge weight was lifted off my chest and I found out that I could breathe for the first time.

I know this sounds crazy but I was sure that I was developing more-than-friendly feelings towards him. I know! It was totally insane but I was certain that that was why I always got those tingly feelings when he laughed and why I so determined to figure out why his eyes would change colors.

Yes, I definitely liked him.

And I had no idea why.



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