Tamara glared menacingly at Kit from across the room. She couldn't stand him; him or his stupid friends. He was too laid back. He always took everything in stride. It's like he never felt out of control passion for anything.

Stupid bastard, she thought. She sighed loudly and narrowed her eyes on Kit. He had always made her feel out of place and just the tiny bit scared of him. He never got mad at a thing she said to him.

Like earlier.

Tamara had been yelling at Kit about how much he had been goofing off, and has fell behind in his studies. She scowled at his impassive face while she calmly told him that he was going to make up all the late work that night before 8 PM. She had waited for him to respond, to tell her off. To shake his head and tell her exactly what he wanted to do that day. She wanted him to tell her that he wanted them to be alone, to go somewhere together. But it didn’t happen. He just smiled at her and turned away without saying anything at all. He went directly to the phone and called all his buddies to come and help him out. She could hear them on the phone.


*Flashback


"Hey Charlie what’s up?"

"Kit! What’s happening? Haven’t heard from you for a while, that witch been working you hard?"

"Yeah, Tamara has had me on a leash, tons of extra work besides school. I’ve been absolutely swamped. I have to finish all my late work by tonight or else."

"Damn man, that sucks. She is an absolute hag."

Tamara could see Kit smirk.

"Ah well, my family hired her to tutor me for all my high school years so I would have top grades. Apparently they have been big plans for me. What can I do?"

"I suppose man."

"My parents are out tonight. Come by and give me a hand, and call everyone else, I’ll grab some take out and we’ll call it a party!"

"To finish your homework? Some party, but we’ll come. Give us 10 minutes!"


*End of Flashback


She was starting as a freshman in high school when his family and him moved into the house next door. The parents instantly became friends. Tamara was extremely intelligent, and coasted through her middle school years. Kit’s parents were looking for a tutor for their slacker son, and Tamara was hired. For the last three and a half years she had been practically living at his home tutoring him on a strict regiment, trying to beat the laziness out of him. Kit has done all the work without complaint, but he has not changed at all.

Her body shook with anger. She was a hag? A witch? So what? His nonchalant attitude pissed her off so much. She wanted to give him another 3 hours of work, but that was just her anger talking. She didn’t care one way or another. She would just let him have his friends over.

Slowly she left his house and walked to her house. By the time she got to her front porch Kit’s friends had already begun to arrive. She sat on her front step and looked over at Kit’s house.

How can I love a man that lets his friends insult me like that?

Tamara frowned. Kit seemed to think that she didn’t care about him at all, that this was a job and that is all she cares about doing. It wasn’t about her feelings towards him. It was about everyone else’s. He could be the smartest kid at the school; she has seen his great potential. It’s just he is so calm all the time. His family continues to pay her and demands she continue this regiment. She knows that it is inhumane to have a high school kid do this much work, and it makes her look like a major bitch. She knows she shouldn’t care, but the feeling ate at her and she hated they way Charlie looked at her with disgust. Mitch completely ignored her as if she didn’t exist. Scott was the son to a major incorporate company president, so he was going through similar training. He probably thought she was pretty easy.

She watched as the group of boys entered the house. Her eyes narrowed as she saw the girls they let into the group. Mitch’s sister was there, continuing her pursuit of Scott. But that brunette was there, Lydia. Tamara knew Lydia was always flirting with Kit, and it bothered her. Kit responded so much nicer to her and always grinned at her when she blushed at something he said. Tamara even saw them take a walk through the streets one night alone. She watched feverishly through her bedroom window as they talked and laughed and walked through the night.

Tamara knew what it was that she felt when she saw them together, jealousy. The green-eyed anger ate her heart every time she Kit decided to sit next to her rather than herself. Her eyebrow twitched as she watched across the street. She could hear them all laughing and talking. She couldn’t stand it. She began to walk toward his house. She knocked on the door, it opened up and she walked in and up to Kit’s room. She entered and walked up to Kit, ignoring the hurt when everyone silenced and glared as she came forward.

"Kit," she spoke softly.

He grunted and looked up to her through his bangs, "Yes Tamara?"

She swallowed and looked towards her feet. She couldn't bear to see the pity on his face. Yes, pity. They both knew that she had no other friends. As a matter of fact, she had no friends. She didn't like pity, but it would always return if she remained as the "witch."

"You may stop Kit if you want. I’m going out tonight so I won’t have time to check your work. You can quit."

The surprise was evident on his face as Kit looked up at her. Tamara was going out? His Tamara? No, that sounded wrong. The Tamara he knew?

"But Tamara, I haven’t finished yet! I have barely started on the Trig, and I have to do History and English Comp and…."

"I know this Kit," Tamara said, a little more aggressive than she would have wanted, but her impression was made.

Kit slowly stood, his eyes narrowed onto Tamara’s, "Where are you going?"

Tamara faltered for a moment; the whole room was silent.

"I have . . . . . . I have a date. A date, tonight," she lied. "Uh, he asked me out a few days ago. So... so, um, you have fun, all of you."

A stifled snort came from Mark as he continued to fail to hold in his laughter. Mitch chuckled in disbelief, "Really? How come you never mentioned this before?"

Kit too had trouble in his laughter. His grin grew as he asked, "So, where are you two going?"

Tamara almost smiled, she dreamt of perfect dates with Kit for years. She could easily answer this question.

"We'll go for a ride along the countryside, near the lake. I'm packing a picnic and we'll eat next to the water and watch the stars and the moon," she replied. "It'll be so romantic."

Kit was taken aback by her answer. He has never heard her speak like this. Perhaps she was telling the truth.

"Fine," he said, dismissing her, "I’ll finish this some other time. Have fun on your date Tamara."

Tamara turned around and left the room. She almost ran home.

He didn’t care!

Tears teased her eyelids and tried to escape. She refused to allow herself to cry over something so….so….

So trivial. And a  tear slipped down her cheek.


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Tamara stood in front of her full-length mirror. She tried to feel happy, but her lips were curled into a small sad smile. She looked at herself in the mirror. Kit and the others may not know, but Tamara actually was quite beautiful. She, like any other girl, liked to look pretty, just not for the world. She kept her clothes mundane and casual, and she rarely did makeup or anything else. What was the point in all that when she liked to keep her feelings locked up inside? But still, she’d show them. She’d party all night and tomorrow, call over her friends and she’d….she would….she’d show them. Yeah…

Tamara grinned confidently as she smoothed out her knee length pale yellow dress. She liked this dress because it made her blonde tresses stand out, and the faint blush appear to be a delicately seductive rose color. She piled some of her hair above her head and twisted it into a complicated, but adorable knot. The rest fell to her shoulders and gently flowed. She licked her lips and picked up the little tube of lip-gloss. She had been going for subtly and this suited her to the max. she slid the clear gloss across her lips and it added just the right amount of oomph to her overall appearance. She glanced over at the eyelash curler, but disregarded it as it looked more like a torture device then anything. Instead she brightened her cheeks a bit with a small brush of blush. This combined with her gold hair darkened her eyes.

Tamara rummaged through her mother’s closet and found a frail white shawl. She tossed it over her shoulders, it would make her feel a little safer when she pretended she was on a date. She smiled at her image in the mirror and stepped out of her room.

Groaning loudly she stumbled back into her room and sat on her bed.

Oh why did I have to say that? Now somehow my parents found out. They were both very happy and proud of me. My dad already wants to meet the guy and mom can’t stop smiling! This is all Kit’s doing! But I can’t do this….Maybe I should just tell everyone I had cancelled it with him. No… Kit and my parents would ask too many questions. Damn it to hell.

What was she going to do? Wander the roads for a couple of hours? There are too many scary things out there. She would just have to rough it. She’d think of something. She considered herself pretty intelligent as well as calm. If she just thought  about it for awhile she was bound to come up with something. She fearfully stepped out of her room and downstairs.


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After what seemed like forever Tamara managed to get away from her parents. They continued to ogle her with compliments and pictures and smiles. She finally said she was going to be late if she didn’t leave now. She slipped out the door and sighed.

It was a short walk to some movie theatres and clubs, so Tamara decided to head that direction. The night was quiet and her footsteps echoed in the street as she continued down the block. The faint sounds of the party at Kit’s house could be heard. As Tamara reached the block corner she could see someone standing in the shadow of a street light. At first she was frightened but she quickly recognized him as he stepped into the light.

Kit!?! What is he waiting here for?

Kit had sneaked out of the party to see her walking this way. He sprinted across yards to get to the block first and wait for her. As she entered the light he gasped. She looked like an angel, not some brutal young girl who was strict and cruel. His mouth dropped open as he continued to stare at her.

"Tamara?"

This unexpected appearance of Kit threw Tamara off-guard. She opened her mouth in shock. She could see his dazed look at her appearance and did a quick turn around for him. Inside she felt extremely nervous and she knew Kit could see it. Even though she turned around only once she felt dizzy. Tamara looked away from him so he couldn’t see her face.

"Kit…what are you doing here? Everyone else is still at your house."

Kit completely ignored her statement. Sternly he looked around, "I thought you were going to the beach…weren’t you going to drive around? He apparently has a car, so why isn’t he picking you up?"

Tamara drew in her breath, she quickly fabricated something, "Um, he called me…and…and he said that his car broke down. Yeah…so we decided to instead go into town and hang out at the clubs and stuff…yeah."

Kit frowned. The wind whipped through them as it slowly picked up in the night.

"Your shoulders will get cold. Here."

He took off his jacket and held it out for her. Tamara blinked, she hadn’t took the weather into consideration, and already the wind gave her skin goose bumps. She nodded and Kit put the jacket around her shoulders. Tamara nodded again in thanks before looking up to Kit.

"You should probably go home Kit, everyone is waiting…."

"What’s his name?" Kit interrupted her, still looking sternly in her eye.

"Wha…What?"

"What is his name? Do I know him? Does he go to our school?" Kit snarled these questions out, an infuriating hatred came out from within him towards this guy.

Tamara quickly became annoyed, "Who do you think you are? It’s none of your business who I go out with! Now move, I’m already late!"

She pushed by him and marched away, but she was held back. Kit had reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Tamara…I don’t want you to go."

Tamara felt the blood rush to her head. Besides holding hands with Kit, what he said shocked her.

Could he….could he actually care?

She turned red as he stalked up next to her and looked at her appraisingly,

"Don’t go with him, you should go with me. I mean…your parents can’t like you going out with a complete stranger. And there would be gossip at school, you don’t want that, do you?"

Oh, now she got it. He didn’t care about her; he just cared for their image. He cared for the thoughts of others, but not hers. But…she couldn’t blame him. She had been only cold and cruel to her for the last four years. He really doesn’t care for her.

"Look Kit, I have to go. All your friends are at your house waiting for you, why don’t you go to them and just forget about me. Okay?"

Tamara ripped her hand away from his and marched towards town. It took all her strength to old her tears in. Kit watched as she disappeared. Slowly he turned around and strolled back to his house.

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I should’ve been happy when he said he wanted me to stay, so why wasn’t I? I am confused.

Tamara kept walking without looking behind her.

Walking down a dark road alone, if this was someone else I would think idiot!

But of course it was her who was the idiot, she surprisingly didn’t feel too afraid. Tamara has never felt fear for anything. Classes in martial arts helped her with her confidence, but she always had a deep sense in reliance of herself. However not being scared did not mean she was not nervous. This was something she had never done before. She had no idea where she was going, whom she was going to, what she was going to do. All she knew was she had to keep walking, and so she did. She finally reached the inner city where the lights glared in her face and the skitter of scattering people running amok pounded at her ears.

The wind grew colder by the passing minute; Tamara shivered, tightening Kit’s jacket. She happened to look up to see a couple furiously making out without care of the outside world. All that mattered to them was each other. Tamara closed her eyes in the cold, she could smell Kit’s scent from the jacket.

I want that. Me and Kit.


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Word somehow got around of a party at Kit’s house. More guests arrived and soon the party was at full blast. Food and drinks were pulled out of storage and being consumed, music was turned up and dancing commenced. People talked and interacted and just hung out. Kit, however, ignored the party and sat at a table alone sipping at a Pepsi. He could not stop thinking about Tamara.

Tamara…Tamara…When did I get so obsessed about her? It’s sickening! That’s all I can think about now. Will she be alright? It’s cold outside, but she has my jacket, but what about her feet? Where is she going? Who is this guy she’s meeting? What kind of person is he? He’s probably a major ass. How long will she be out tonight? Will she be out till morning? If she does, where will she sleep? In that guy’s bed? Will Tamara sleep in a hotel, with some guy I don’t even know?

No.

Kit slammed his hands onto the tabletop. Breathing hard he tried not to get angrier, but the questions continued to antagonize him. Charlie, Mitch, and Scott came up to him and sat around him. Charlie was munching at a bag of chips as he spoke through his full mouth,

"Hey man, you okay? This is your party and you’re not even having fun! What’s the deal?"

Kit shook his head, "It’s just…….."

Mitch finished off his drink and slammed the can onto the table, "Dude, you’re not thinking about Tamara are you? She is a major bitch and all she’s ever done is give you pain and suffering. Look, Lydia has always liked you. Go hit it off with her tonight! C’mon!"

"I can’t man. I just can’t. I can’t stop thinking about her. I think I’m falling for her. I think I’ve already fell for her! I’ve never really thought about it until that asshole showed up."

Mitch spoke up again, "But dude, you hate Tamara! She has put you through hell and back, and for what? A better grade for high school? She’s crazy! She took her tutoring job way to serious!"

Kit smiled slightly, "You know, I never actually hated her! I never minded any of the work she gave me. I just took the work and her for granted. But now, when I think about her, I feel something deep in me, something real. You know what I mean?"

Charlie sighed, "That’s deep man, but you sure about her? I mean…this is Tamara we’re talking about, Ice Queen, Witch of the West, High strung Bitch Tamara."

Kit looked up and smiled, "Yeah, I’m sure."

Scott reached into his pocket and grabbed something. He tossed it to Kit who grabbed it in midair.

"Borrow my car, if you want to catch up to her you’re going to need a set of wheels."

Kit smiled, "Thanks man!"

He stood up and lightly punched the three, "Thanks guys, cover for me!"

As Kit ran off, his three friends raised their drinks to each other.

Scott sat deeper in his seat, "Took him long enough!"


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Tamara was grinning. She didn’t think about Kit. Maybe she did a few times, or a little bit more. But she was still having the time of her life. Her body felt light and free, free of pain, anger, and stress. Free of everything. Free of her painful need of Kit. But this freedom would only last one night. One night and she would be back staring at Kit, wondering and wishing, her beating heart slowly breaking.

But tonight is my night, my one night I would be free. And I would. Yes, I definitely would.

Tamara walked into a small club with music so loud you could hear it a mile away. Teens were streaming in and out, hugging each other, laughing and talking, or crying into another’s shoulder. She felt curious, so she stepped in further.

Simply amazing

Bodies were bumping against each other to the beat of a loud techno band. Drinks of juices, sodas, and kiddy cocktails were everywhere as everyone just hung out.  People chatted and joked around, danced and sung to the music. Some kids were making out, as others were content with just sitting in their lover’s arms. Tamara couldn’t smile or laugh or frown or anything. This was what she wanted. She wanted to sit at the bar with her friends and drown her sorrows or drink to her happiness with a mix of 7-Up and cherry sauce. She wanted to talk and laugh and joke around with people that actually cared for her. But most of all, eyeing up the dance floor, Tamara wanted to dance with her date, together, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, cheek to cheek.

Confused on what to do, Tamara jumped as someone tapped her on the shoulder. She must have looked like a deer in headlights as she turned around to see a tall well-built guy standing there.

"Tamara? Is that you? Wow! I never imagined you to do something like this. I mean you’re a smart kid and wow!"

Tamara narrowed her eyes a bit at the guy. He was yelling at the top of his voice, but she could barely understand him. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to the outside of the club.

"You’re really here! Do you live close or something?"

Staring at him Tamara finally realized it was Brent, one of the school’s jocks. Football player, wrestler, and everything else he was definitely in the cool crowd. So why was he talking to her?

"Um, no actually," she stammered, "I kinda don’t live close."

Brent smiled, "Oh! So you just came to party? You were just standing there by yourself; do you have a date? Wow, I’m sorry, but you look great!"

Tamara blushed at Brent’s smile. She remembered hearing girls at school talk of how gorgeous Brent was his beautiful silky hair, his muscular body, and that heart-melting smile. She could see where they were coming from.

"Umm, thanks. No, actually, I don’t have a date. I wanted to dance but…" Tamara’s lips quivered a bit, partially from embarrassment, and partially from her annoyance at him talking nonstop.

"Then come on!" He said, giving that smile again. "Come dance with me! The guys won’t mind if you join, let’s go!"

Brent held his hand out. Tamara hesitated for a moment, thinking of Kit, but she quickly discarded the thought.

This is my night. My one night, so I’m going to live it!

She took his hand and he guided her back into club.


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Kit drove like a madman, recklessly taking corners as he patrolled the city streets. It was strange that there were no cops out in this Friday night but good or he would have been pulled over and that would have been the end of his search. A drop of sweat dripped off him as he feverishly searched.

Is she still walking outside? It’s freezing outside now! Maybe she’s at some club, with him.

He growled at the thought of him. He had already checked a few restaurants and local clubs but there was no sign of her. He remembered another club that kids at school talked about often. It was supposed to be fairly popular. He quickly drove there and found a parking spot. He hopped out and dashed inside the club.

Inside it was crazy. The place was a jumble of teenage bodies bouncing and dipping and desperately trying to impress others with crazy routines and starts of body trains. Kids at the bar drunk the kiddy cocktails trying to drown their sorrows. Kit couldn’t help but imagine them as future drunks.

It seemed hopeless. He couldn’t see her anywhere. He turned to leave but she saw a flash of gold. Spinning around his eyes searched for her, and there she was. She was standing by the bar with some guy. He was tall and slightly muscular, a little handsome but Kit couldn’t tell himself. He just glared at the guy with compound hatred. A few other guys were sitting around the two, joking and laughing along. They seemed to be part of the group.

Tamara wasn’t talking too much. She just listened to the guys talking with a solemn look on her face. She every so often glanced at the dance floor, but didn’t move. She accepted a drink from the guy and slowly drank from it as she continued to listen to the guy’s conversation. She would laugh with the group each time they laughed, but it seemed a forced laugh.

Kit couldn’t take it any longer. He marched up to the bar and grabbed her arm and forcefully dragged her away. He could hear the yells of protest from the guy but they disappeared as he slipped through the crowd with her. Tamara struggled to get away, hitting at his body and face, twisting to get out of his grip. Kit finally reached the outside edge of the dance floor. He turned to her,

"Tamara, it’s me!"


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Tamara froze at the sound of his voice. She looked up at his face and could only look at his eyes. They seemed so wild, so passionate.

"Kit? Kit?" She kept speaking his name. Why did he come? What for?

He said her name again and pulled the arm he still held onto with him through the rowdy teenagers. Soon as they were out to the entrance, he pulled Tamara against his body and nuzzled his face into the crook of her shoulder and neck.

"Kit?" Hope was threatening to rise and she knew that if his touch meant too much she would be devastated beyond belief.

Kit stood up; he gazed upon her.

"Kit…Why did you come here?" She needed to know. She longed for the one answer.

"Tamara, don’t you know that I need you?" That was not it.

"Kit," Tamara uttered slowly. She kept looking around to avoid looking at his face.

"Don’t you know that I want you Tamara?" Her head snapped up to meet his.

She couldn’t say a word.

"Tamara, you can’t leave me…"

Suddenly an arm snaked around Tamara and took her out of Kit’s warm arms.

"Who are you, what do you want with Tamara?"

Brent


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"Brent!" Tamara gasped.

Kit stared at the guy, the one he had seen her with before. The one who had taken her before. The one he loathed to all eternity. He grabbed Tamara and pulled her back.

"She’s mine. Get out of here!"

Brent didn’t move. He spoke to Tamara; "Do you know this guy?"

"I…I tutor him…private lessons…" Tamara spoke softly, but she couldn’t get the right words out. Brent simply stared at them.

Kit stepped back; ushering Tamara behind him so that she seemed almost swallowed in neon lights of a flashing pit. It was so surreal. She looked like a rock goddess, her hair fanned delicately around her face and the lights sparkling like jewels upon it. His eyes assessed her face, her small nose, and her pink button lips. How come he never noticed how enticing her face was? Maybe, because most of the time it was wrinkled in a "I'm-surrounded-by-stupid-people" scowl. The music of the club was banging and causing his head to ache. But, between the three of them there was so much silence.

"Get out!" Kit demanded, "She belongs to no one but me!"

Brent scowled, "Look, Tamara is a free teen! You have no right to make claims! Tamara, let’s go!"

Tamara, to Kit’s delight, shook her head. He turned to her, but was hurt when she stepped away from him and deeper into the club.

"Kit, I…." She began, "I said I was going to be out tonight. Why couldn’t you just stay home and let me have my night? Why did you have to follow me?"

Kit stepped forward as she turned and ran into the club.


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Why am I running?

She got lost in the crowd of people, and swayed with her head and hands raised towards the ceiling as if she were praising all that were above her. She may not have a date, she may have been humiliated outside, but she was not going to let the only time that she had free from her ties and restraints go to waste. Her body swayed as if the music was an aphrodisiac and dancing was her only release. Guys hugged against her and girls tried to copy her seductive movements. Hands grabbed at her hair, and she smiled at the tugging. She felt so alive. She felt like she belonged. She shouted the words to a song she hardly knew. Suddenly, another pair of male arms held her. She knew those arms. Those familiar arms, the ones she was in just a few lifetimes ago.

Kit grabbed his woman by her waist and held her to him. He wanted the world to know whom she belonged to. She may not realize it and hell; even he didn't realize it before she left, before he thought that one night meant forever. His arms weren't slack on her, but he was kind enough to permit her to careen around wildly. Her head slashed side to side and to anyone else it might seem that she was struggling to get away, but she knew that if she left, he would only find her. His lips slid towards her ear.

"Forget Brent."

Her head thrashed.

"Forget about my friends."

She shook violently in his arms and instead of hearing her, he felt her body wrack a silent sob.

"Forget about everyone."

"No, no.." she mumbled. "You don't tell me what to do. I….. I tell you what….to do."

Suddenly her body went limp. Kit knew something was wrong. He held onto her as he gazed into her face. She was breathing slowly and softly but she had passed out.

What the??? Tamara was not someone to pass out!

Suddenly his thoughts went back to seeing Brent hand Tamara a drink.

No…that bastard!

Daintily Kit carried her through the dancing mob. He reached some chairs where he placed Tamara as Brent approached him. Brent had a look of disgust on his face.

"What? Why is she passed out? What did you do to her?"

Kit barely held his anger and hatred in as he hissed, "It’s more along the terms of what did you do to her? I saw you give her a drink! You spiked it, didn’t you!"

A look of surprise passed through Brent’s face for a moment before he smirked darkly. His nice guy look disappeared in a hurry as he sneered at Kit.

"I guess the game is up! Oh well. When I saw her she was just standing there all alone looking so beautiful. I guessed her date stood her up or something, I didn’t care. She just looked so good I couldn’t help myself. So I decided that if the girl wanted to party that night, I would make it a night to remem…"

Kit couldn’t hold himself back. He lunged forward and kneed Brent in the gut. Brent stopped talking in mid word and spluttered out the rest of his breath. Kit swung his palm up and connected to Brent’s nose. He fell to the ground, his nose disfigured and gushing blood. Brent looked up at Kit in surprise and hatred.

"Oh you bastard! You broke my nose!"

The blood spurted out and covered his chest. He struggled to lift himself up but Kit slammed his foot down on Brent’s chest.

"UGH!"

Brent moaned out in pain as Kit pushed down even harder. He leaned down to Brent’s ear and whispered,

"That was for Tamara. This is for me."

Kit stood and kicked as hard as he could across Brent’s face. Brent cried out, more blood trickled from his face. He spat out blood and spit, a piece of a tooth came out too. Kit stood up and looked around. The club was still partying hard but the surrounding people have backed up from them. Some went and got security. Kit could see them coming.

Kit bent down and picked Tamara from the chair. He as gently as he could weaved through the dancing crowd. He managed to evade the security and get outside. He jogged towards Scott’s car. Throwing open the door he gently put Tamara in the passenger’s seat. He hesitated for a second, but then he softly stroked her face.

She’s so light and thin! When did she get so small?

"Hey!" someone shouted, "Hey you!"

Kit turned around to see some teens come out of the club. The same jocks, Kit recognized, were hanging out with Brent. Their faces were contorted in anger as they ran towards him, fists clenched.

Aw shit, they look a little mad!

Kit hurried into the car and started it. He slammed down on the accelerator and sped off. The angry jocks were left in the dust.