Losing It Part 38

When it was over, I felt deflated. I had been so excited about this play. I'd been waiting for something like this since freshman year, and now it was here and it was unbearable.

Eric faked some optimism, saying things would be smoother on stage. I don't think anyone believed him.

And if they did, that misplaced hope dwindled when we had our first rehearsal onstage, which if possible, was even worse. The unease between Cade and I seemed to permeate the entire cast until everyone was stiff and on edge.

Cla.s.ses weren't much better.

Cade stayed far away from me, and Kelsey was still angry, so I was disproving that quote about no man being an island. I was totally alone.

Except for Garrick.

I was terrified by the depth of my feelings for him. Things were too good. Nothing in life was this amazing, at least not in my life. He stopped me after Senior Prep Wednesday morning, "Bliss, wait one second."

I took my time packing up my stuff, waiting for everyone else to leave the computer lab. When we were alone I asked, "What's up?"

He smiled, "Nothing."

Then he pressed me into the computer table behind me and kissed me.

I gasped in shock, and his tongue stormed my mouth. I did nothing, but blink, and then he had me lifted up onto the table, his hips fitted between my open thighs, and his mouth burned against my own.

There was no slowness to this kiss. It was a frenzied, stolen moment, and I was spinning with want. I clung to him, certain I was about to fall to pieces in his arms, and then he pulled back.

I had to concentrate on breathing for several long seconds before it even occurred to me to be mad. I swatted his bicep, "Are you crazy? What were you thinking? What if someone walked in?" I pushed him several feet away, and hopped off the table, my legs unsteady against the floor.

"I was thinking that you looked entirely too s.e.xy for this early in the morning."

I steeled my glare, "I'm serious, Garrick."

"So am I," He said. He took me by the elbow and pulled me into the far corner of the room, where we couldn't be seen from the door, and we'd have warning if anyone entered. "When it comes to you, Bliss, I'm very serious."

Was he implying what I thought he was implying? The look in his eyes was dangerous. I couldn't think straight when he was so close to me. He tried to pull me into another kiss, but even out of sight from the door, I was too scared, too afraid. It felt like that first night together on my bed all over again. Was this me? Was I ready for something like this?

I turned my head, and his lips found my neck instead.

Everything was just so confusing.

How could I want something so badly and not want it at the same time?

A part of me wanted to fold my arms around him, and pray for his lips never to leave my skin. And a part of me wanted to run screaming in the other direction.

The second part came out on top.

I pulled out of his embrace, and held up a hand to keep him from following me. "I can't. I have to go. I want to try and find Cade before rehearsal tonight, see if we can't work things out."

Then I fled the lab, my skin still burning from his touch.

Cade was already gone by the time I made it to the greenroom, and I didn't manage to get him alone for the rest of the day. I thought about asking to talk to him before rehearsal, but everyone was around, staring, and I truthfully just didn't have the energy.

But that meant that our third rehearsal started just as poorly as all the rest.

Eric, who had no idea of the offstage drama, was at a loss. I think he could tell that it all stemmed from Cade and I, which is why he sent us away. He said he just wanted to spend some time with the chorus, but still wanted us to get some work done. So, he sent us into a smaller workshop s.p.a.ce to work alone... with Garrick.

It had to be a sign of the apocalypse. Things this terrible only happened when the world was about to end.

I envied Garrick's composure. He didn't give anything away.

I, on the other hand, was a train wreck in human form.

We ran our first scene together twice. Cade was lifeless and I was pitiful.

No matter how many times Garrick muttered between lines "Wake up." or "Intensity!" or "Raise the stakes!" We were still awful.

Garrick, who knew what we were both capable of, grew more and more frustrated. He didn't even bother faking optimism.

"Both of you take five."

I went the bathroom, and splashed my face with water. This had to stop. If I could act opposite Dom, I could certainly act opposite Cade, no matter how upset he was. He was my best friend, but I had to learn to put my emotions aside and think of him like anyone else if I wanted to be an actor.

Feeling a little better, I made my way back to the workshop room.

Cade and Garrick were already inside talking.

"I know there is personal stuff going on between the two of you, but you've got to get over it," Garrick said.

"I'm trying. It's not that simple."

Garrick's back was to me, but I could see Cade's face, which was pale and crumpled, like a discarded piece of paper. I choked up, wishing this was all over or that it had never happened.

"You're not trying hard enough. So, she didn't return your feelings. That's life." My jaw dropped. How could he be so callous? Garrick, who had been so sweet and understanding when I'd come to him about this same fight? "It happens. You've got to grow up. Are you an actor or not? You can't let your feelings for her dictate your life. "

My mouth went dry, and a hard lump formed in my throat.

I pushed the door open the rest of the way, and said, "That's enough." The heat in my voice surprised me, but it shouldn't have. I hated seeing Cade hurt, and finally it wasn't just me causing it. Garrick's words had sunk under my skin, festering, and my hands were shaking with anger.

Cade looked horrified at seeing me.

Garrick didn't look guilty at all, which only made my anger burn hotter. I walked until I stood between the two guys, blocking Cade from sight.

"This is none of your business," I told Garrick.

He turned toward me, and his whole face seemed to pull down with his frown. "It is my business when you both bring your outside issues into rehearsal."

I knew, logically, I knew that he was right. And I knew that he was my teacher, and this was his job, but the judgment in his tone cut me all the same.

And I wanted to cut him back.

"You're probably right," I said. "Maybe relationships have no place here at all. It's a bad idea to mix them, don't you think?"