Email: DustyPink@hotmail.com Category: M/L, Zan Chapter 2 Liz let the wind blow through her hair hoping it would help clear the knot in her stomach. Why hadn't he been there, he works there everyday after football practice and he had been nowhere in sight, she felt slightly disappointed for some reason but put it out of her mind. What'd he care what she did or where she was and with who? He never had. She bite down hard on her bottom lip to try to curb the anger and resentment that wanted to spill forth. She wasn't that young, sweet, 12 year who had set eyes on Max and fell instantly in love. She was 17 and dating the most wanted boy in HighSchool, why couldn't she get over a stupid grade school crush, why couldn't she stop scannig the rooms she entered hoping she'd see his smiling face? That was along time ago though and with Senior year starting next week she really had to let this thing go, it was bordering unhealthy. Max didn't smile anymore anyway, he had this tortured artist thing going on and Liz didn't get it. She knew that his family had gone through some trouble a couple of years ago and had, had to move from their home but she wasn't sure where they'd moved. She dated Zan 6 years and had never seen his house. That struck her for some reason, she'd never been bothered before that they limited their excursions to his car or her room, but she suddenly felt ill. 6 years of her life, gone. 6 years with a guy who's house she'd never seen. No, she shook the thoughts from her head and glanced at Zan's profile, he was so handsome, any girl would be lucky to date him. she was lucky to be with him. She had to keep telling herself that. She felt someone pushing her from the car and felt white hot pain flair from the shoulder that had connected with the dusty driveway. "What's wrong wit you's, you deaf or sumfin? I been telling you to get out fo like five minutes." "Sorry" Liz said as she climbed up off the ground, trying to keep from lashing out at him, that was just his way, he had never been what you'd call tactful. "Good" with that he disappeared into a cloud of dust and Liz brushed her clothes off and let herself into the house, or mansion, it had 12 bedrooms, 13 bathes and a den, parlor, diningroom, all the rooms you could think of were in that house. She'd never liked it though, it was too big for the 3 people who lived in it.She'd always wanted a small cozy home, filled with happiness and love, not a huge house that felt like a mauseleum. She made her way up the grand sweeping stairway toward her room. At least Zan liked it, when they got married and had kid's it wouldn't feel so empty anymore. She wondered for the second time that day why all her old dreams made her feel slightly nauseous now