As someone paused in front of the stall she was in, Ambrosia heard a voice she would never have guessed to hear in a million years. She would have thought it would be Josephine apologizing, but instead, it was Demetri.
Puzzled, Ambrosia wondered how he knew without uncertainty what stall she was in. It was like he knew before he walked into the bathroom, but how could that be?
“Are you okay, Ambrosia?” Demetri asked, concerned.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” she whispered softly, trying not to show she had been crying.
“No, you’re not. Come out here,” Demetri gently replied.
Apprehensive, Rose questioned, “Why?”
“I want to hold you, make you feel better.”
Wiping her tears away, Rose slowly opened the stall door in disbelief. Demetri, staring at her in sympathy, cautiously walked up to Rose.
“Can I hold you?” he asked, smiling weakly.
With her nose sniffling, Rose roughly grabbed Demetri, pulling him close to her. Ambrosia hugged him tightly as if she was never going to let him go. She needed this hug, any hug. Demetri, stroking her head, hugged Rose back.
“I can’t believe she would say something like that, act like that,” he whispered. Like soundless bullets, tears hurried out of Ambrosia’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Ambrosia.”
“Why? You didn’t do anything. She did,” Ambrosia tried to say between tears.
“Yeah, but I’m sorry you have a friend like her. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.”
As she slowly pulled apart, Rose sniffed and wiped away the growing number of tears. Demetri’s eyes shone a soothing mixture of navy blue and violet. Once Ambrosia wiped away her new tears, she saw caramel eyes gazing back at her.
“Do you really mean that?” she asked, incredulous.
“Of course I do. You’re a great girl. You don’t need someone like her.”
At this, her crying slowed until disappearing entirely. Ambrosia smiled and hugged him once more, gentler this time.
Standing on her tiptoes, she whispered in his ear, “I don’t want to lose you either.”
Surprisingly, Ambrosia felt Demetri clench up. She let go and stared up at him, confused at his reaction. Demetri stood there, stiff, solid as a rock. Rose was about to panic when without warning, Demetri grabbed her and brought her close.
“I’m glad you feel the same way,” he whispered, tickling her ear with his breath.
Demetri moved to gaze in her eyes. Deep pools of purple gazed lovingly at her, but Rose didn’t care. She didn’t want to think about his changing eye color, only about him and her in this perfect moment.
In all this fervor, Demetri leaned in close. The realization hit her hard when Ambrosia grasped what he was trying to do. A loud pounding erupted in Ambrosia’s chest as she forgot everything around them. She hesitated but eventually leaned in also. Once she did though, Demetri surprisingly pulled back.
“What are you--” She was cut off by his lips pushing into hers.
Demetri rested his hands on her cheeks, pulling her as close as he could manage, trying to minimize the gap between them. Rose didn’t know what she was doing, but she began to do what she assumed was the right way to kiss. She must have been doing okay because Demetri smiled into it, but then, Rose began to question whether she was doing horrible and amusing him.
Before Rose knew it, her hands were guiding his to her back. Her arms snaked themselves around his neck where they would stay.
With her passion for him about to take over, they were cut off by the bell. Rose ripped the two apart, startled. When she saw what she had done, Rose frowned; she didn’t want it to end.
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