Chapter 9

Blondie's point of view

Why should it bother me? I mean, Enchanting and I are really good friends, we're really close, but her hooking up with Spot is just down right mean. I mean, I know he's liked her for the longest time, it took me awhile to contemplate who ‘Celeste' was until I heard someone call her by that name.

Spot was in love with her when I'd visited last summer. He's always loved her. And she's always loved him. And I have Jack. So, why does it bother me? Because I'm in love with Spot too. I've loved him ever since I've seen him, that summer in 1895. Oh, the memories. I knew it was wrong, but it was so tempting. Jack was in Queens for the night, Enchanting and Dreamer were at Medda's, watching her show, and Spot was drunk as hell, from the poker game he'd played with Race, Mush, and Blink. Spot was upstairs, all by himself, on his bed, with no shirt on. God that guy drives me crazy. He's sooooo handsome! So, when I walked upstairs, and saw him alone, drunk, I took the opportunity, and did what I'd wanted to do for the longest time. I quietly walked over to where Spot lay, and smiled, his tiny figure silhouetted against the wall. I sat down next to him, and stroked his head, then unconsciously moved down to the soft flesh of his cheek.

Suddenly, I leaned down, and kissed him, something I'd wanted to do for the longest time. He opened his eyes, and looked into mine, before closing them again, unaware of what I was doing. I smiled and kissed him again, this time, he responded, and pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. He whispered Enchanting's name, but I paid no heed to is, as I slowly, lay down on the bed next to Spot, still kissing him. The minutes flew by as I wrapped myself up in Spot's arms, kissing him more deeply with every kiss.

How long she'd been standing in the doorway I don't know, but the next thing I know, I was pulled viciously from him and thrown on the floor, only to have Enchanting's angry face thrust into mine.

"Don't you ever..." she said, pulling her face from mine, and looking over at Spot, who was still dead to the world, not knowing of anything that was going on in the room with him. "Blondie, how could you?" Her eyes had held a pain that was too much for me to bare, so I lowered my eyes, not wanting to look into her painful eyes.

"Listen, En, I love him, probably just as much as you. I've loved him, for almost as long as you. I couldn't help myself, En, I'm really sorry, but I don't regret what I've done." I said, sitting down on an empty bunk. "It's not my fault, it's not Spot's fault, it's your fault."

She looked at me, the pain in her eyes was just unbearable. "How is it my fault? Do I have some magic power of you or something, making you kiss the only boy I've ever loved? Did I make you do this, did I make you hurt me this way?"

"If you hadn't started going with Spot, this would have never happened. You wouldn't be feeling like this, and I wouldn't have done what I just did. So you see, it is all your fault."

She shook her head in disbelief. " I never ever made you kiss him, that was entirely all your doing. Maybe, you should learn not to do stuff like that, because you might hurt people that love you. What about Jack? What do you think this will do to him? Huh? Ever thought of him, or were you to busy kissing Spot to even remember your boyfriend?"

Suddenly, I saw Jack's angry face flash before me, my eyes that had held the tears now overflowed onto my burning cheeks. "Please don't tell Jack. I do really love him still, but I can't help the way I eel about Spot, you know? I can't help it, if Spot has my love, and Jack only has some."

"Why shouldn't I? Huh? Why shouldn't I tell Jack what his precious Blondie has done? He likes you more than you could have ever realized. Do you know, how many girlfriends Jack has gone through? And he has stayed with you because he cares more about you than the others. Now, why shouldn't I tell Jack?"

"Because you're my friend, and no matter how I have betrayed you, you still love me, and won't hurt me like I've hurt you." I looked up into her eyes, which by now were as cold as ice. The hatred that was in them was evil, was more powerful than her love for her friend.

"Fine, I won't tell, but you'd better be thankful for what I've done. It will take me a long time to forgive you for this, you know?" She said, tearing her eyes from mine, wand walking stiffly to the door. As soon as I heard the door close, I closed my eyes, and cried, feeling more sorry, than I ever had before. Yet, through all the misery that this had caused me, I still didn't regret what I had done, and I don't think I ever will.

Chapter 10

Enchanting's point of view

Seeing Blondie kissing Spot really got me going. I was furious, thinking about all the ways that I could have killed her, but never trying any.

Because underneath all my hatred that had consumed in my heart, I still loved Blondie as a friend, and even though she did this to me, I found it in my heart to forgive her, even thought she doesn't know that yet. Ever since I caught her kissing Spot, I've been very cautious letting her near Spot, always making sure I was around them, when she was with him. Even thought I had wanted to, I never ever told Jack. Seeing the way his face lit up when he saw her, made me not want to break his heart, so I kept my mouth shut.

As the month dragged on, I found myself hanging out with Blondie more and more. Even though, after I told Spot what she had done, he didn't want me hanging out with her, but she was my friend, and I loved her dearly. Spot was very cautious around her, making sure he didn't make the wrong move, causing her to think he liked her as more than a friend. I laughed at this, loving his sweet determinedness for not making me mad again. Even though, I knew Blondie still loved Spot with all her heart, she never once showed it, always talking about Jack, and always hanging off him.

One day in particular, after about 2 weeks from the accident, Blondie came up to me while I was selling newspapers, and said something that I will never forget. "The course of true love, never did run smooth..." She had said, before turning around, and walking away. I called her back, wondering what she had meant.

"Shakespeare had said, ‘the course of true love, never did run smooth. It applies in this case. Also, the course of true friendship, never runs smooth either." She had smiled, and I returned her infectious grin. I think that was what made me forgive her, her finally admitting, in her own way, that she finally regretted what she had done, and saying the course of true love never did run smooth, meant that, even though, we try as hard as we can, to make our love perfect, it never turns out that way.

SUMMARY OF THE NEXT STORY
~When race finds out his dad was one the one who raped Enchanting's mom, he tries to figure a way to hide the fact that his dad is a rapist
~ Enchanting finally tells Blondie to her face that she forgives her about Spot, but does Blondie want her forgiveness, or will she try the same thing again?
~ Spot's waited his whole life for Enchanting to be his girl, but when she finally is, does he want her to stay his girl, or does he want the relationship to be back the way it was?
~ What did Cupcake mean, by telling Spot he'll be sorry by not choosing her over Enchanting? Will she do something to that no one can have Spot?

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