Meant to Marry Me

Chapter 3: Memories of an Almost Kiss

Watching the guys play pool, Bree sat next to friends she hadn't seen in far too long and tried her best

to listen to what they were talking about. Concentrating was hard. She truly hadn't been prepared for

Trent to be there, and the fact that he was served as a distraction.

Jason must've noticed her change in behavior. She'd mentioned Trent to him before because he'd

come up when she was telling him some stories about things that had happened with this particular

group of friends while they were in high school. Jason had specifically asked if Trent was going to be

there, which Bree had thought was odd, until now. Jason wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack, but he

had to have guessed there was more to her past with Trent than she was telling him.

There was more to it than Bree was willing to admit to, most of the time. The drink in her hand was

helping with the introspection, though. Trent still looked good. In high school, she'd catch herself staring

at him and have to look away before he noticed. They were friends, after all, nothing more.

Nora was telling a story, and everyone laughed. Bree chimed in, trying to fool them all into thinking she

was a part of the conversation, but her mind had wandered back to junior year….

Out in the parking lot, Bree could still hear the music playing in the gymnasium. She felt so stupid,

buying a new dress and getting herself all made up--for what? Stupid Chris Smith wasn't interested in

her. He'd just been using her to make his ex-girlfriend jealous.

Bree pulled her phone out of her pocket and started to dial her mom. She hadn't driven herself to the

dance, so she had no ride home. She might look like a little kid having her parents come and get her,

but it beat walking home.

"Bree! Are you okay?"

She turned around to see Trent jogging toward her, the corsage his date had pinned on his lapel a few

hours ago a visible reminder that he'd come there with someone else.

"I'm fine," she said, sticking her phone back in her jacket pocket. "I just… want to go home." There was

no sense trying to hide her tears from him. Trent knew her better than anyone. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"I saw what that jackass was doing, Bree. I'm so sorry."

She wiped her nose on the back of her hand, realizing she was also still wearing her corsage. She took

it off and hurled it across the parking lot. "Why do guys have to act like that?"

"I'm so sorry," he said again, brushing a strawberry-blonde lock of hair away from her face. "Not all

guys are like that, you know."

Shaking her head, she folded and unfolded her arms, not sure what to do. "Well, it seems like everyone

I date is."

"Yeah, I'll give you that." He chuckled, sticking his hands in the pockets of his dress pants.

"That's not funny." She pushed him playfully, and since he had his hands in his pockets, he staggered

backward a little bit.

"I was just kidding, Bree. Trying to make you laugh."

"Yeah, except it's true."

"Bree…."

"God, Trent. I'm such a loser."

"You're not a loser, Bree. He's the loser." He had his hands on her now, pulling her by the arms so

she'd look at him. "Anyone who doesn't know your worth is a loser."

She looked into his eyes for a moment but then dropped her head. "You're just saying that because

you're my best friend."

"Best friend?" he repeated. "Wow. I've gotten a promotion."

"Stop. You know you are." He pulled her closer, and Bree put her head on his shoulder. His arms

circled around her, and she inhaled deeply, wishing she had a way of telling him she wanted so

desperately for him to be more than a friend.

But she had no idea if he felt the same way, and she couldn't mess this up. What would she do without

him in her life? Shrivel up and die? Bury herself under a rock and stay there forever?

"You should come back inside, Bree." Trent's voice was just a whisper in her ear. "Don't give him the

satisfaction of knowing he upset you."

"Are you kidding? And watch him dance with that stupid bitch all night?"

"Let him watch you dance with a bunch of hot guys all night. All right, well maybe not any hot ones--but

me, and Isaac, and Hank…."

She raised her eyes to look at him. Did he really think he wasn't hot? He was the hottest guy in

Shelbyville. "What about your dates?"

He shook his head. "Our dates all know that we're friends. Hell, Missy and I are just friends. You know

that."

That's what he'd said, but she didn't know if Missy was aware of that. "Are you sure? I was just going to

call my mom. How am I going to get home when this is over?"

"Hi--I'm your next door neighbor. Pretty sure I can get you home." He slipped a finger under her chin

and gently raised her face so she was looking at him. "Bree, Bree… it's okay. You're okay. You're better

than okay. You're amazing."

Bree took a deep breath. Something was happening here, and while it made her nervous and a little

terrified, it felt really good as well. An energy filled the air around them, and Bree found herself staring

at his lips for a second before she realized they were moving closer to hers.

He was going to kiss her! Trent Walker--her next door neighbor, hottest guy in school, best friend--was

going to kiss her. Bree closed her eyes and leaned in, ready to accept his kiss and whatever it meant

for them.

"Yo, Walker! You comin' back or am I gonna have to steal your girl?"

Trent jumped back about six feet, and Bree dropped her head. Stupid Hank! What the hell was wrong

with him?

"I'm coming!" Trent shouted back. He took a few steps, ran a hand through his sandy blond hair, and

then turned back to Bree. "You, uh… you ready?"

"Yep. Let's go." How could she not go back in now? She took a deep breath and walked alongside

Trent, back into the dance, pretending what had just happened hadn't just happened….

Back in the cabin, Bree realized Nora was saying her name. "Bree? Are you even listening?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm listening. Sorry. Maybe I've had too much to drink."

"Isn't that your first beer?" Christy asked.

"Light weight," Abby joked.

Bree did her best to tune into the conversation, but her eyes kept wandering back to Trent. Things had

never quite been the same between them after that night in the parking lot when he'd almost kissed

her.

She wished she could go back in time and make it happen. If things were going to be odd, she may as

well see what it would've led to. Instead, that night had been the beginning of the landslide of their

friendship, and God how she missed him….