I intended to write something else to share with you today, but you know how it goes. "The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray." Still, I wanted to post something so I wouldn't feel like a complete failure. Then I remembered several people who read my scene from the More Than Just a Kiss Blogfest said they wanted to see more. Well, I do in fact have more. This is only a small portion of what I have written, but this is going to be a part of a much larger story, and I don't want to give away everything that happens!
If you didn't read my scene from the blogfest, click HERE to read it first. Both scenes added together are still pretty short, so it won't take long.
I hope you enjoy! Feel free to let me know what you think!
“How could you? You know how I feel about her! You’re supposed to be my best friend!” David raked a hand roughly through his black hair. In the afternoon light, his hair shone, revealing subtle shades of other colors.
Of course, Mitchell took note of that little detail to avoid looking him in the eye. He couldn’t stand to face the sense of betrayal he knew he would see in them. “I am . . .” he muttered lamely. For a reason he knew all too well but could never say aloud, his eyes were now glued to the ground before his feet. “I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry.”
“That’s it?” David demanded incredulously. “Do you think that makes it feel better? You never showed any interest in her before. Everyone else drools over her, but I never imagined I would have to worry about you stabbing me in the back!”
Mitchell’s heart quickened again, his eyes snapping back to David’s face. His friend was too close to the truth. Can he possibly know? Or even suspect? I’ve been so careful . . .
The inspection of David’s features did nothing to reveal how much he may or may not know about Mitchell’s motivations. All he could see was the anger.
In his quest to protect himself, he’d ruined everything.
“I never meant to hurt you,” Mitchell whispered.
“Well, you did. I hope it was worth it,” David muttered bitterly. Then he turned abruptly on his heel and stalked off.
Mitchell stared helplessly at his retreating back, his pathetic reply playing silently over and over again in his mind. But it wasn’t. It really wasn’t.