Dad didn’t know it, obviously, but he was also talking about Cash. I yelped and stumbled back, but just as I was about to fall, two strong arms caught me. I looked up and my eyes met these bright blue ones. He took a deep breath. “Claire, that day, Dating A Chinese American Girl the last time we were together.
In the heat of your passion, you told me you loved me. Do you still love me, Claire?
” “I remember,” Ralph replied soberly.
There was a rumble and a stampeded for the tight door ways. My next class was Language Arts or L. A. if you want to call it that. As I got into the room, I sat down in my usual seat. I usually seat in the front just not in English. “Morning, Little Quee, Dating A Chinese American Girl.” Seating down next to me was Luke. “Chosen One? Is that my position?
” I ask in alarm. What does a Chosen One do? Does the Chosen One have to lead an army? “I don’t know. Why would it?” “What?!” I said, looking down at all of the clothes. 10 minutes later, I found the kitchen and turned on the lights.
“I love you too.” I finally managed to whisper. We leaned towards each other and shared a long, passionate kiss. But I felt like something was wrong, something was bothering him. I pulled away. “I saw a massive Shifter attack,” I choke out a lie, “they stormed the cities, too many for us to count. They all came back and multiplied, revived by some strange force.
We could not handle them. Every one of us died.” I try to speak evenly, but I end up squeaking out every other word. A half-lie, of course. I had a vision like that the other day. “Why do you think Cleopatra will cause any trouble?
” I shot at him. “That’s sweet of you Mike, how much is the cover charge?
I can at least pay that.” I smiled sweetly at him and watched as his lips curled back into a toothy gri, Dating A Chinese American Girl. “So Terry came over Saturday night unexpectedly. I’d mentioned that my parents weren’t going to be home, but I hadn’t, like, invited him or anything. So he just shows up out of nowhere with this big goofy grin on his face and a bottle of wine he’d convinced his brother to buy him. He totally thought my saying my parents were out of town was a cue that he was going to get some. Which, duh, is stupid anyway.
” She shook her head. “Whatever. When I told him no, he looked like a hurt puppy.
He just kept asking if I was mad at him. I told him no, but he didn’t believe me.