Ten Years Later.... Marie Ferrarella

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      The girl who had, in effect, emotionally stranded him, leaving him adrift.

      Brianna could feel her stomach sinking—and fervently wished that the rest of her could go, too. Straight down through a hole in the ground.

      But the floor remained solid even as her stomach twisted into a knot, making it hard for her even to breathe.

      Her chin shot up as she squared her shoulders, looking for all the world like a soldier prepared to face certain death.

      “Sebastian?”

      The way Brianna said his name had always made him smile. Half lecture, half prayer. That much, he thought, hadn’t changed.

      But everything else had, he silently stressed. He’d gone on to make a life for himself abroad. A very good life.

      If it, coincidentally, was also a solitary life, well, that had been his choice, right? Had he stayed behind or at least waited for her, instead of beginning to cut ties practically from the start, maybe life would have turned out differently.

      But there was no way of really knowing just how things would have gone, and besides, he had no real regrets. He didn’t allow himself to have any. He’d chosen to leave Bedford and grow, rather than to remain here and stagnate.

      “You look good,” he heard himself saying to her.

      God, talk about inane lines. But his mind had gone blank. Either that, or abruptly missing in action.

      But she did look good, he had to admit. Maybe even too good. He didn’t remember her figure being quite this curvy. And he was in a position to know. The last day they had been together, he’d shared the last dance at the prom with her. It had been a slow number and he’d held her to him for what had felt like an eternity.

       Maybe you would have held her for far longer if you had actually remained in Bedford.

      He blocked out the voice.

      “You, too,” Brianna was saying.

      Her mouth felt dry, as if it was incapable of sustaining or uttering a single word without her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth.

      She cleared her throat, searching for a graceful way to end this awkward moment. A moment that shouldn’t have been awkward at all.

      Sebastian had been her first love, and her first lover.

      Her pulse was racing. That couldn’t be good, she thought.

      “Were you just leaving?” Brianna finally managed to ask. When at a loss for words, go with the truth, she told herself.

      “No.” The denial was purely automatic. Relenting just a little, he murmured, “Maybe.” But that was obviously a lie. So he finally admitted, “Yes.”

      The fluctuating answer amused her a little. “I thought multiple choices were only for exams. Am I supposed to pick an answer from the above three?” she asked him.

      Sebastian shook his head. He needed to go before he made a complete fool of himself.

      “I was leaving,” he confirmed, nodding toward the door behind her. “For some reason, my attending this reunion seemed to mean a great deal to my mother, so I told her that I would go. But I’m really not comfortable here.” He looked around at the sea of mostly unfamiliar faces. “Being here kind of feels like putting on a sweater that used to fit but doesn’t anymore.”

      “Because you’ve outgrown it.”

      It wasn’t a question. She knew exactly what he was saying, because he’d described exactly the way she felt about attending this reunion.

      Rather than nostalgia, what she’d heard in the various conversations she’d either taken in or overheard was the longing of former gridiron stars and ex-cheerleaders talking about the past, the scene of their glory days. For most it had been downhill after that. Hearing them talk just made her sad.

      “My father made me come,” she admitted.

      “Your father,” he echoed. That was right—he remembered his mother saying something about the old man’s miraculous recovery. His mother insisted the miracle came in the form of Brianna. “How is he? I heard he made a full recovery, thanks to you.”

      She could feel color creeping up to her cheeks. Brianna quickly shrugged away his take on the story. “I don’t know how much I really had to do with it, but my father did recover and he’s doing just fine. Thanks for asking.”

      There were a thousand things to ask—and nothing left to talk about. He needed to go before the situation grew any more awkward. “Well, tell him I said hi.”

      “I will.” She reciprocated and told him, “Say hi to your mom for me.”

      She’d always liked his mother a great deal, but after Sebastian had left her life, she couldn’t make herself remain in contact with the woman. Being around Barbara Hunter reminded her far too much of what she had ultimately lost.

      “Will do,” he answered. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around, Bree.” He had no idea why he’d just said that, since he would be leaving for Japan soon.

      “See you around,” she echoed with a quick nod of her head.

      “Well, what do we have here? Sebastian Hunter and Brianna MacKenzie, the king and queen of prom, together again!” Tiffany Riley, the official reunion coordinator, gushed ecstatically as she came up to them.

       Chapter Three

      Before she had a chance to recover from Tiffany’s suddenly popping up, or to come up with a polite way to deny that they were “together,” Brianna found herself being abruptly ushered to the center of the room, as was Sebastian. He seemed just as stunned by the former head cheerleader as Brianna was.

      Aided by the element of surprise, Tiffany had brought them both over to stand before the band. The five-man group appeared to wait for some sort of signal from the woman.

      In a voice loud enough to be heard not just across the populated gym but all the way across the street as well, Tiffany continued doing what she had always done best: talking and manipulating.

      “Hey, everyone, what d’you say we get our king and queen of the prom to re-create that last magical dance for us?”

      She definitely did not want to go there, Brianna thought.

      Especially not with everyone staring at them. It stirred up too many memories, too many feelings. Memories and feelings she wasn’t sure she would be able to contain once aroused.

      She slanted a look at Tiffany, who had a very smug expression on her face. Why? In high school, Tiffany had done everything she could to try to win Sebastian back. He’d dated the blonde cheerleader before he’d become her boyfriend, Brianna recalled, and although he’d once told her that he’d never considered himself and Tiffany to be a couple, Tiffany obviously had.

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