Jack placed an arm around Kat’s shoulders and led her to the mustang. He opened the door for her and she stepped inside the car.
“I have a towel in the back seat,” he said. Kat took the towel and wiped her eyes.
“You look like a drowned rat,” he laughed. Her response was the towel being hurled in his face.
“Hey! I rescued you!” teased Jack.
“So…what?” she said with her teeth chattering. Kat hugged herself trying to keep warm.
“I’m sorry,” he replied. “The heater in this car is broken. Let me take you home so you can get out of those wet clothes.” Kat nodded and gave him directions to her house. When he pulled up in her driveway, she did not say a word. She pulled out the key to the house from the inside pocket of her wrestling jacket. Jack was speaking to her, but it was only a buzzing sound to Kat.
She opened the car door and ran towards her front door. She did not hear him get out of the car and was surprised to find him standing right behind her when she was about to close the door. He blocked the door with his right arm and then calmly walked inside closing the door behind him.
“I’ll wait while you change,” he smiled, standing in front of her. Kat was speechless. Her eyes roamed over his chest noticing he was wearing a wrestling jacket like hers, and underneath was a black silk shirt. The shirt was neatly tucked into his khaki dress pants. Once again, Kat had the nagging feeling Jack was older and more mature than any high school boy she knew. Maybe, that’s why her heart was beating rapidly. Kat had trouble catching her breath. She glanced into his dark eyes and for a moment she wished she could drown in them. Kat’s eyes dropped to his lips and she wondered what it would feel like to taste them.
“M-m-m, what are you looking at,” he whispered. Quickly, Kat’s eyes darted back to his. His eyes had changed. They looked different like the eyes of a predator ready to devour its prey and she was the prey.
Kat took a step back as Jack took a step towards her. She put her hands in front of her to block him from coming any closer. Then she pointed towards the couch and said, “You can sit down and wait.”
Jack smiled, “Is that what you really want?”
That did it! Kat felt like a piece of meat waiting to be devoured. “IT SURE IS! GET AWAY FROM ME AND SIT DOWN ON THAT STINKING COUCH!”
Kat walked away and came back with a towel. Jack had sat down on the couch. His face was unreadable. The attraction that existed between them was gone. She tossed him the towel. He caught it and proceeded to wipe off some of the rain’s moisture from his clothing without looking at her.
‘Either he’s mad or embarrassed. Well, he can sit there and deal with it,’ thought Kat, racing to her room.
She had no choice, but to wear one of her cousin’s designer dresses. She laid three dresses on her bed. She tried to decide from the three, which one made her less prissy. “Well, it doesn’t matter which one I choose,” she muttered. “They all come with a sash that ties in the back.”
Kat stripped off her mud-splattered clothing and wet undergarments. Standing completely in the nude, she heard footsteps coming in her direction. Her bedroom door was slightly ajar. In her haste, she forgot to close the door completely.
“Kat?” he said, standing in the hallway. “What’s taking you so long?”
“Stay where you are. Don’t come any closer. I have a gun,” she yelled, rushing to the door and closing it.
“Well…hurry up!” he replied walking back to the couch.
Kat held her breath, until she heard the sound of squeaky springs coming from the couch. Slowly exhaling, she grabbed the dress closest to her. It was a white, floral dress with puffed sleeves. The dress had a long, pink sash, designed to be tied around the waist more than once. Kat walked over to the mirror on her door to check her appearance, hoping she didn’t look too ridiculous. Her golden hair was almost dry and had formed its usual arrangement of curls. Her ponytail band had slipped off her hair allowing her hair to flow freely around her shoulders and down her back. Her hair formed a casdown Her peaches and cream complexion, only added to the look Kat didn’t want to project. She looked just like a porcelain doll in some antique shop.
“NO!” she wanted to scream. “I can’t go to school looking like Miss Priss!” With her head lowered, Kat left her bedroom and walked into the living room, trying to avoid Jack’s gaze. As expected, his eyes lit up when he saw her and whispered, “You look like an angel.” He stood up, walking towards her. Jack fingers brushed her hair before settling on her chin. Slowly he lifted it, staring into her eyes and muttered, “I’m sorry.”
Kat swiped his hand off her chin and hissed, “Don’t!” Jack didn’t move! He was standing too close to her and she could feel his breath on her lips. She knew she had to step away from him, right now! As she did, her wet shoes made a squeaky noise, and Jack broke the silence between them by saying, “You might want to change your shoes, because they sound like they need some oil. I’ll go and start the car.”
After Jack left, Kat took off her wet shoes and replaced them with her wrestling ones. She knew she was not supposed to wear her wrestling shoes as casual wear, but she really did not have any other choice. The only other pair of shoes she had were her high heels and she wasn’t about to get those ruined by getting them wet.
Jack drove in silence trying to wipe away the moisture from the windshield, so he could have a better view of the road.
“LOOK OUT!” shouted Kat, spying someone on a skateboard.