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Carrie:
When I returned from the exploration, there was some sort of male grunting chant going on. I wondered what it was all about. Before I could enter the room, Gary slipped in front of me and stopped me. “I was wondering if you’d like to see a movie or something?” Gary invited nervously. I held my breath for I had been hoping that Kevin would ask me out. A look of excitement came over Gary’s face, resembling that of a kid in a candy store. I could not refuse him. So I agreed.
Kevin:
Since my painful reunion with Carrie, nothing had been the same. Carrie and Gary grew closer and closer, as days turned into weeks. My relationship with Carrie developed as well, but it was only friendship. It was as if Carrie was ripping out my heart and throwing it halfway across the world, every time I saw her bat her lashes at Gary or run her hands through his hair. To make matters worst, I did not think her feelings towards Gary were genuine. It was almost as if she was forcing herself to like him.
Carrie:
Being reunited with Kevin had been a tough experience. At first, he seemed to express interest in me. I was as giddy as a schoolgirl. But as time went on, all traces of those feelings vanished, while Gary’s interest seemed to develop wildly. I do not know what compelled me to ignore my true feelings for Kevin. Maybe it was to avoid the look of disappointment that I would receive from Gary if I refused him.
Would the situation be different if I had not previously known Kevin? Gary had this certain sex appeal to him. He was the all-American boy-next-door, with natural good looks. With his wavy brunette hair, blue eyes and luscious full lips, no girl could resist him. Maybe the difference was that I knew Kevin, I knew I could trust him with my heart. I hardly knew Gary. But I soon learned about him.
I would laugh along hesitantly at the jokes the guys cracked about Gary, not wanting to believe the awful things they were saying. "Gary was a player, Gary slept with a few women a night…" were among the things they said. However, I kept quiet. What was wrong with me? Why was I always so secretive with my feelings? Why did I always keep my emotions bottled up inside? My emotions then consisted of sheer terror. When I was young, I had made a promise to my mother. I promised her that I would remain pure until my wedding night. She said that the man I marry would have more respect for me if I kept pure. And I would have more respect for myself. But I was afraid I would not be able to keep my promise if I began a relationship with Gary.
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