Love You So: PART TWENTY ONE

"What are you three doing here?" said Mollie with a confused look on her face. "And Isabelle, is that you? You look incredible!"
"Thanks, you see Nate and I are going to prom together now, aren't we Nate?" she asked, grabbing him off me and pulling him closer. I took a deep breath and could feel myself shaking. Was she going to tell Mollie the rest of the story now? I felt so weak without Nate to lean back on, I didn't know what to do without him. I could feel my whole attention being focused on him. If she tried anything with him, I was ready to go and rescue him. I'm sure Mollie would help.
"Nate and I are in love. We have been for ages, so if you two wouldn't mind leaving us to it?" Isabelle said, adding "You've got a really nice place here T. I can call you that now, right?" she added, with a grin on her face, and she turned to move towards the panoramic window at the end of the living room.
The window gave a perfect view of the city: Central Park, and in the distance you could just make out the Hudson River and if it was a really clear day, the Statue of Liberty was often visible. At night however, you could see the strings of lights, that were running along each street from the car lights. You can see how alive the buildings get and how the city is more electric at night: the city that never sleeps.
Mollie looked across at me and looked concerned. She mouthed:
"What's going on? What is she doing here?"
"Long story, I'll explain later. What are you doing here though?"
"I came to apologise, I know I've been out of order, and if it helps I think I'm going to end it with Nate. Things have been weird the past couple of days, and I'm not willing to lose you over a half hearted relationship." she explained, causing me to break out into a joyous smile. If this situation were any different I would definitely have gone over and hugged her now, and thanked her. As I couldn't I smiled at her warmly and mouthed:
"Thank you, I've missed you."
She smiled back and said "same".
Now that we'd sorted this out, we stood next to each other. I beckoned for Nate to come over too, and he stood by me, secretly stroking the outside of my thigh with his index fingers. It made me smile, but as I'd just made up with Mollie, I didn't want to run the risk of being caught just yet. So I stroked his palm then gently pushed his hand away, looking up at him, and as soon as he saw my look, he understood immediately.
Isabelle turned round. "What are you all doing stood together?" she asked, confused. "have we all made up now? Trying to beat me?" she said, moving closer with each question. This time I wasn't afraid. I had Nate by my side, and Mollie: one of the bravest New Yorkers I'd ever met. If it was a showdown she wanted, it was a showdown she'd get. She moved closer, pulling out her first weapon.
"How about we ask Nate who he'd like to go to prom with then? That way we all know he's happy. Come on then Nate, which of us three lovely women would you rather go with?" she looked at me and winked.
I could imagine what was going through his head now. He should say Mollie. I wasn't sure if he knew he wasn't dating Mollie anymore, but if he didn't, Mollie would smell a rat. But at the same time I wished he'd say me. I liked to think he was thinking about me now, and the possibility of going with me. But if he did say me, then Mollie would find out no doubt, and neither of us would be friends with her. Then there was Isabelle. She was pretty hot now, and if she dressed like this for prom it wasn't going to be embarrassing for Nate. But at the same time, she was psychopathic, she was manipulative and no doubt he would have to be blackmailed all night, or end up in a relationship with her afterwards. Then he wouldn't be able to be with Mollie or I.
I would have hated to be in his shoes right now. I hated her for putting him in this position. I hated seeing him struggling to make a decision, and not being able to help him. He looked so helpless, and beneath his tough exterior I noticed he looked confused and slightly dazed; like he wished this wasn't really happening to him.
"I've made my decision." he said defiantly.
"Good, so who will it be? The golden girl, the white angel in the corner who isn't as innocent as she seems, or the dashing beauty in red?"
"I've decided to go with..."