Redheads are Soulless

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Authors: Heather M. White
convincing.”
    I rolled my eyes playfully and took a sip of my Orange Crush soda.
    “You have beautiful eyes.”
    I put my head down a little, as if I could hide them. “They’re so plain and ordinary,” I responded.
    “They’re unique and extraordinary . They’re dark brown, but they have the slightest hint of hazel in them.” I looked up to meet his gaze. “Your eyes were so sad when we first met.”
    “And they’re not sad now?”
    “No. In fact, they sparkle. ”
    I cleared my throat. “Well, my mom has been spending more time with me. Tomorrow, we are actually going to go shopping together.”
    “Isn’t that what mother s and daughters do, shop together?” he asked.
    “I’ve actually never been shopping with my mom.” The conversation had taken an awkward turn.
    “What do you like to do in your free time?” Jason changed the subject.
    “I study – a lot,” I shrugged my shoulders. “I also listen to music when I can. My CD player broke, and we haven’t been able to afford a new one.”
    “So you like music?”
    “Very much,” I replied. “I have always wanted to learn the guitar.”
    “I could teach you,” he offered.
    “You play guitar?”
    He nodded.
    Wow – that is kind of… hot . I’ve always dreamed of dating a musician. Something about a guy who play s… i t’ s just so irresistible to me.
    “Can I play for you sometime?”
    Unable to speak, I just nodded my head. At that moment, our waitress came with the pizza. I was glad for the distraction.
    Jason took a bite of the pizza and swallowed before speaking. “You were right. This is very good.”
    “Told ya,” I winked playfully at him.
    “I do believe you’ve stolen my heart.”
    Wait, is he talking about me, or the pizza? “Yes, the pizza is good,” I said, going with the pizza theory.
    “I wasn’t talking about the pizza… It’s good, but you, Sofia Black, have stolen my heart.”
    My heart sped up. “I’m sorry.” I wasn’t sure what else to say.
    “I’m not,” he grinned at me.
    I took a bite of my pizza, trying to avoid saying anything else… I cannot allow Jason to steal my heart … Though, it may be too late for that.
    Jason brought me home by 11:45 that night. I didn’t want to stop hanging out, but I figured that I would need sleep for the next day… I wondered how early we would get up to go shopping. I smiled at the thought of spending the whole day with my mom.
    “I had a nice time tonight,” I told Jason as I reached for my door handle.
    “I’ll walk you to your door,” he walked around the car and opened my door. He held out his hand and I accepted it.
    Wow, what a gentleman , I thought as he helped me out of the car.
    Once we reached my front door, I turned around towards him. I suddenly felt shy and awkward. My heart was beating so fast in my chest. I knew if I tried to speak I couldn’t.
    “I don’t want to push you, but I would love to do this again, Sof. I like you, a lot,” he said before kissing me on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.”
    With that, he left me standing by my front door. I watched him get in his car and drive away. My cheek was still tingling from his kiss.
    Jason Morgan – what are you doing to me?

 
     
     
    Five
    Relapse
     
     
     
    After a few minutes of staring down the road, I walked inside my house. Once inside, I leaned against the closed door, unable to move. I touched my cheek in remembrance of the kiss that had just occurred, and smiled.
    Finally, I pushed myself off the door and started to head towards my room.
    “Sofie, is that you?” I hear d my mom yell.
    My heart dropped.
    Her voice was slurred.
    I looked over to the couch, and saw her sitting there with a half empty bottle of whiskey in her hand . I was mad. I looked down at my hand, and saw that it was trembling.
    How could my mom do this to me? After she promised she wouldn’t… It was all a lie. I should have known better than to believe that she would change.
    My mom picked up the

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