Free Never Say Never by Kelly Mooney Page A

not going well.
    Even though it’s late and I’m completely out of it, I stumble out the party and head the four blocks that will take me to Kat. As I approach her house, it’s dark. There is only one light on, the light to her bedroom. I head to the back, toward the garage, peering in, feeling like a stalker at this point, but don’t care. I look through the windows, the garage is empty, no Range Rover. I make my way back out front, holding my breath, I ring the doorbell. I glance down at my watch as I wait for her to answer. It’s midnight. I have one hour to make this work, before I’m expected home. I admit it’s not the best idea I ever had. Showing up drunk to a girl’s house, that I am completely over the moon about, but yet here I stand on her front porch.
    I watch her as she comes down the hallway toward the door. She stops and runs her hands through her hair. I think I see her mouth curl up, but I’m not positive. I wait. She opens the door and stares into my eyes. I stare back getting lost in hers for a moment.
    “Cameron, what are you doing here? It’s late.”
    “I know it’s late, but I needed to talk you. Can I come in?”
    “No. The only reason I came down here, is I thought it might be Gabby,” She tells me.
    Ouch, did she just say that?
    “Kat, please five minutes?”
    She studies me and then says, “You’re drunk.”
    “I admit I probably had one too many, but that’s not why I’m here.”
    She sighs. “Five minutes.”
    I walk in closing the door behind me. I look around, the familiar house looks completely different from when it did when Ben lived here.
    “Where are your parents?
    “Out,” she looks away, almost in pain or something. I change the subject.
    “Did you listen to the song?”
    “No, not yet.”
    “Why not?”
    “I don’t know if I want to.”
    “C’mon, we’ll go listen to it together,” I say, as I start my way up the stairs.
    She follows without saying a word. I’m surprised she lets me continue, so I keep going.
    “So this your room?”
    “Yeah, but you can’t be up here, my Dad will be home soon.”
    “Where’s the CD?” I ask.
    She rolls her eyes. “Over there, by the player.”
    I carefully open the case and place the CD into the player and hit play. Just as I do this, her phone rings. I hit pause, as she looks down at her cell.
    She whispers, “Lauren, what could she want?”
    OH NO!
    I hear her say, “Hey, Lauren, what’s up?”
    That’s all I hear and then I hear her say, “Whatever Barbie.”
    She turns her face back to me, looking up, sad.
    “Get out Cameron....now!”
    “Who was that?” I ask
    “Your girlfriend, the fake Barbie doll that you hang out with.”
    “She’s not my girlfriend, let me explain,” I beg.
    “There’s nothing to explain, you don’t owe me one. We’re not a couple, and we never will be. Get it through your head,” she yells.
    She turns toward her door, and I’m pissed at Stephanie and myself. I walk over, and grab her chin forcing her to look at me.
    “Please, give me one chance, that’s all I’m asking for?”
    “No.”
    I sigh, but I can’t resist those heart shaped lips. I lean in to kiss her, forcing her hands down at her sides. I hold them down, because I don’t want her to push me away. She doesn’t move. I kiss her, and then pull away, touching her face.
    “Good-bye...for now.”
    I feel horrible as I make my way home, not knowing if it’s the beer making me feel this way or the fact that I got blown off again. That little stunt from Stephanie, pulled Kat even further away.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

KAT
     
    The nerve of him to come to my house so late at night, after kissing Stephanie. Is he delusional? I ask myself as I stare at my stereo, knowing the CD is in there, waiting for me to hit play.
    I lay on my bed, focusing on my cell and dial. It’s ringing and ringing. God pick up all ready.
    “Hey, Jess it’s me, I need your