Semua Bab When Best Friends Kiss: Bab 101 - Bab 110

(RORY’S POV)Sure enough! It’s my dad! Stomping and marching angrilly towards Todd and I like we were criminals standing on his piece of land. Todd released his grip on me just as dad got to where we were and I in turn sprang to action, jumping in front of Todd so I could face dad.He looked like he wanted to punch Todd in the face or something was. He had a burning fiery look in his eyes, a look that told of his rage.“You scoundrel! Did I not warn you to stay away from my daughter?” Dad growled angrilly ignoring me standing in between them and still trying to get around me to Todd.“Dad! Please stop! He has done nothing wrong!” I begged.My voice was shaking, I did not sound confident. I sounded like I was deeply begging, just like I was but Dad looked down on me and after a growl, he pushed me to the side gently but firmly.“No please.” I said trying to get my footing but Dad was already over to Todd and he had gripped his collar jerking him hard.“Dad!” I screamed. “Please stop!”

(THIRD PERSON’S POV) The metallic clang of Larry Davis’s fork against the plate echoed through the dining room, cutting through the pleasant classical music like a discordant note. All eyes, including Rory’s, snapped to him. A knot of dread tightened in Rory’s stomach. She knew this was coming.“Are you all right?” Aunt Ryan’s voice, though soft, held concern as she looked at Larry, then at Rory and Todd.Larry pushed his plate away with a loud scrape, his gaze fixed on Todd. “All right? How can I be all right when my daughter has changed so much right before my eyes?” His voice, though not a yell, was laced with a palpable anger. “Rory used to be different. She was a quiet girl, focused on her studies, a nerd even, and I was proud of that. Now… now look at her.” His eyes flicked to Rory, a mixture of hurt and accusation in their depths. “She’s completely different, and it’s all because of this boy.” He gestured dismissively towards Todd.Rory felt a surge of indignation. How dare he

(RORY’S POV)I stared at my reflection, a critical eye raking over my appearance. My curls rested on my head like a chaotic halo, seemed to have a mind of their own, spilling over my head like a lion's mane caught in a perpetual gust of wind. A groan escaped me as I dragged my fingers through the unruly mass, a futile attempt to tame the wildness that mirrored the burgeoning chaos within me. The mirror offered no solace, only a magnified view of my burgeoning frustration.With a sigh, I turned from my reflection, grabbed the mouthwash, and gurgled a generous amount, the minty freshness a stark contrast to the burgeoning heat in my cheeks. A quick pat with a towel, and then, driven by an inexplicable urgency, I raced downstairs. Every step on the wooden staircase echoed the frantic beat of my heart. My hand trembled slightly as I reached for the doorknob. The cool metal offered a fleeting sense of calm before I twisted it and pulled the door open. And then, as if on cue, my breath hit

(RORY’S POV)Hazel Eyes, Strawberry blonde hair.Amanda!“Hi.” I said taking another cautious glance at Leslie’s retreating figure.“Hi.” Amanda said with a bright smile. “I am on the cheerleading squad, the only way to distract Leslie from whatever she is doing, is to create a fake fashion disaster!” My eyes widened slightly as I turned to her in surprise. “Aren’t you worried she is going to be mad when she finds out it was fake?” I asked.Leslie is the captain of the cheerleading squad so she can do whatever she wants to the members.“I know how to handle her.” Amanda said and before I cpuld process that, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hallway.“What time are we meeting today?” She asks me while we walk side by side.I notice Todd walk in then. A couple of people start to exchange handshakes with him, so girls go for hugs. I feel a tight wrench in my gut and so I hold it down with a heavy frown.“Rory?” Amanda’s voice pierced through my thoughts and I turned to her qu

(RORY’S POV)“It’s okay, Rory. You can talk to me.” Amanda’s voice, now a soft, comforting murmur, wrapped around me like a warm blanket, a stark contrast to the swirling anxieties in my head. I took three deep, shuddering breaths, trying to steady the erratic rhythm of my heart and the frantic pace of my thoughts. Amanda’s inquisitive eyes were fixed on me, wide with expectation, and a wave of self-consciousness washed over me. I probably looked like a nervous wreck, annoying her greatly with my hesitation. I was trying so hard to force the words out, but somehow, the sheer embarrassment of it all clamped my throat shut.So, I did what any mortified, socially awkward teenager might do: I buried my face in my hands, a desperate attempt to hide, even as I resolved to speak. This felt utterly ridiculous, like something an eighth-grader would do, but the words needed to come out, no matter how childish the delivery.“I’m having troubles making out with a boy,” I mumbled, the confession