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I needed to get out of here before I did something really stupid, like put her back in my car and take her home with me. Because a fucked-up glitch in my brain told me to do just that.
Leaving her felt all wrong.
Drive away, Johnny. Turn the car around and leave.
She’s fine. She’s perfectly fine.
Concentrate on the game, Kav.
You have training. You do not need to be losing your head over a girl.
Shaking my head, I switched the car into gear and forced myself to get a bleeding grip of myself and just drive.
It didn’t work.
Because I couldn’t go.
Throwing the car into neutral, I shoved open my car door and climbed out. “Wait!”
Shannon spun around and stared at me with wide eyes. “Huh?”
What are you doing, Kav? What the fuck are you doing?
“Come with me.” The words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop myself or take them back.
“Come where with you?” Shannon whispered, gaze flicking from me to the house down the street.
I don’t know, Shannon. I don’t fucking know.
I have no bleeding clue what’s happening to me. I just know that my gut is telling me not to leave you right now.
“Anywhere?” I offered, and then cleared my throat before adding, “We could go for a drive? Or get something to eat?”
Jesus, what was wrong with me?
I saw something flash across her eyes then, something that looked an awful lot like relief.
“You want me to?” Shannon asked in a small voice. “Come with you?”
I nodded uncertainly. “Yeah, Shannon.” My voice was thick. “I want you to come with me.”
26The Boy’s a Hero
SHANNON
I was back in his car.
I had no idea where we were going, or why Johnny had asked me to come with him in the first place after driving me all the way home, but in this moment, I didn’t care. I didn’t care that he hurt my feelings last week. And I didn’t care that I could get into trouble for being with him.
When he opened that passenger door of his car and offered me a temporary escape from the hell that was my home, I took it.
I more than took it. I practically dove into that seat.
Forty-five minutes later, I found myself sitting across from him at this bar in town called Biddies, with a half-eaten bowl of soup in front of me, a bottle of Coke, and a racing heart.
The moment we stepped through the door of the bustling pub, everyone inside had turned around and honed in on Johnny. It was incredibly intimidating just watching him try to deal with the attention thrown at him.
I was overwhelmed, so I couldn’t imagine what it must be like for Johnny. He was only seventeen.
