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Kissing Cassandra
Prologue
Present Day
Korey heard his doorbell ring. He muted the TV and moved his laptop onto the coffee table. He guessed it was going to be a sales person, probably inquiring about shampooing carpet or some sort of solicitation. As the door opened, his suspicion escalated to confused anger.
Bethany
.
He moved to shut the door in her face, but she stopped him with her hand on the door.
"Wait, please?" she begged.
Crap
. "What do you want?" he asked, exasperated.
"May I come in?" she asked.
He thought about it. He could just say no. It would probably be the smart choice, the easy choice. But Korey knew taking the easy way out always had consequences. He was sure she was here for a damn good reason. He moved out of the doorway.
He had made a foolish promise to her years ago, when they were best friends. Korey still intended to honor it. He was just way too nice for his own good. Other than that, she was nothing to him and he wanted nothing to do with her. At least that's what he told himself.
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Ten Years Ago
Korey met Bethany in high school through an odd series of events that Korey thought of as fate. His dad had just started dating a lady who Korey didn't particularly like, mostly because she wore way too much of her smelly perfume and talked way too much on her cell phone. Not that there was anything wrong with talking on a cell phone; that just wasn't his dad, he didn't even own one. After coming home one Saturday from a date, his dad mentioned that they had passed a trading card shop while walking downtown. He said there were people playing in tournaments and even people playing on the side walk. Korey and a few of his friends had picked up a few card games over the summer, but Korey hadn't even fathomed tournaments or playing other people outside his group of friends. He told his dad he wanted to go next Saturday.
After about a month and a half, Korey and everyone else at the shop considered him a regular. On one random Saturday, Korey noticed new people walking into the store. It was a guy and a girl who looked like twins. They talked to the tournament coordinator then went back outside. An hour later the girl was seated across from him in round one of the tournament.
"Hi, my name's Bethany." She held out her hand while giving him a smile.
"I'm Korey. It's nice to meet you." He managed to say, while squeezing her hand and attempting to return her dazzling smile.
Why is a girl playing this card game? Why is her tongue blue? Why is her hand freezing? Maybe she's an alien or something?
Shaking hands before the start of the match was definitely new, most opponents didn't even introduce themselves. Then again most opponents were guys. As they shuffled their cards, she reached under the table to sip on her bright blue slurpee and asked her brother for some dice. Korey put his game face on and won the match in two straight games.
"I can't believe you beat me with the Forbidden One!" She huffed, but then smiled at Korey, "Good luck next round!"
Korey smiled back, "Thanks, good game."
After the tournament was over, she walked over to him, "Rematch?"
For the next few weeks Korey and Bethany faced each other in one tournament or another. She complained about facing him in the tournaments every week, but Korey figured it was just because he beat her most of the time. They would always challenge each other in between tournaments.
Korey started to look forward to Saturdays more to see and talk to her, than to win tournaments and play cards. She laughed at his jokes and at the faces he made when people around them said stupid things. He liked the fact that he could be his own dorky self and the fact that she enjoyed his company and his personality.
Valentine's Day was coming in a week and he debated about getting her a little gift. One day after school he walked into the local candy store to try and find something suitable. He eyed some long-stemmed heart-shaped lollipop flowers, but after much deliberation, he decided to take the safest route and not get her anything. He really enjoyed her company and didn't want to mess it up. He "liked" her, as they said back in high school. She hadn't dropped any hints that she felt the same way, so he felt like he was making the right decision. For Korey, such a hint would have had to be nothing less than a flashing neon sign. He would rather enjoy her company as friends than have it be awkward if she didn't feel the same way.
Valentine's Day weekend rolled around and at the end of that Saturday Bethany handed him a thickly folded square of paper, "See you next week." She smiled and walked out the door. It felt like the note was burning his palm. It had his name on it in orange, her favorite color at the time. He pocketed it and waited for his dad to pick him up so he could read it at home.
