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“You’re high. ” Because no one in their right mind would find me attractive. Especially when that person had seen the infamous scars.
“Not yet, but I’m planning on it. Want to come?”
I didn’t need full use of my brain for this answer. “No. I like my brain cells. I find they come in handy when I … oh, I don’t know … think. ”
His wicked grin made me smile. Not my fake smile—my real one.
“Funny. ” In a lightning-fast move, he placed both of his hands on the brick wall, caging me with his body. He leaned toward me and my heart shifted into a gear I didn’t know existed. His warm breath caressed my neck, melting my frozen skin. I tilted my head, waiting for the solid warmth of his body on mine. I could see his eyes again and those dark orbs screamed hunger. “I heard a rumor. ”
“What’s that?” I struggled to get out.
“It’s your birthday. ”
Terrified speaking would break the spell, I licked my suddenly dry lips and nodded.
“Happy birthday. ” Noah drew his lips closer to mine; that sweet musky smell overwhelmed my senses. I could almost taste his lips when he unexpectedly took a step back, inhaling deeply. The cold air slapped me into the land of the sober.
He ran a hand over his face before heading toward the tree line. “See you soon, Echo Emerson. ”
“Wait. ” I began to pull off his jacket. “You forgot this. ”
“Keep it,” he said without looking back. “I’ll get it from you on Monday. When we discuss tutoring. ”
And Noah Hutchins—girl-using stoner boy and jacket-loaning savior—faded into the shadows.
NOAH
“What I don’t get is why you gave her your jacket. ” Beth’s head and hair dangled off the mattress. She took a hit off the joint and passed it to Isaiah.
“Because she was cold. ” I slouched so far back into the couch that if I relaxed any further it might open up and consume me. I chuckled. This was good shit.
After my run-in with Echo, I bought some pot, gathered Beth and Isaiah from the woods behind Michael Blair’s house and herded us back to Shirley and Dale’s. I couldn’t depend upon either one of them to stay sober enough to drive me home, and I intended to get fucked up beyond belief.
According to my social worker’s file, Isaiah, another foster kid, and I slept in bedrooms upstairs. In reality, this frozen hellhole, more cement block than basement, was where the three of us lived. We took turn
s sleeping on the old king-size mattress and couch we’d found at Goodwill. We let Beth have the bed upstairs, but when her aunt Shirley and uncle Dale fought, which was most of the time, she shared the mattress with Isaiah while I slept on the couch.
Besides my brothers, Isaiah and Beth were the only people I considered family. I’d met them when Keesha placed me at Shirley and Dale’s the day after my junior year ended. Child Protective Services had placed Isaiah here his freshman year. It was more like a boardinghouse than a home.
Shirley and Dale became foster parents for the money. They ignored us. We ignored them. Beth’s aunt and uncle were okay people, though they had some anger issues. At least they saved their anger for each other. Beth’s mother and boyfriend of the week, on the other hand, liked to take their anger out on Beth, so she stayed here. Keesha remained unaware of this arrangement.
Beth flipped so she could see me straight. “For real. Are you doing her?”
“No. ” But after standing so damn close to her, I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of her warm body under mine. I wished I could blame it on the pot, but I couldn’t. I had been as sober as the day of a court-ordered drug test standing next to her on that patio. Her silky red hair had glimmered in the moonlight, those green eyes looked up at me like I was some sort of answer, and, damn, she smelled like cinnamon and sugar fresh out of the oven. I rubbed my head and sighed. What was wrong with me?
Ever since that day at the library, I couldn’t get Echo Emerson out of my head. Even when I visited my brothers, I thought of her and that rocking foot.
She plagued me for several reasons. First, as much as I hated to admit it, I needed the tutoring. If I intended to get my brothers back, I needed to graduate high school, on time, with a job a hell of a lot better than cooking burgers. I’d missed enough class that I was behind and someone who attended class daily could help me catch up.
“Here. There ain’t much left, but give it a try. ” Isaiah sat on the floor between the bed and the couch. He passed me the joint.
I took the last hit and held the smoke until my nostrils and lungs burned. And then there were the reasons that confused me. I exhaled. “Tell me about her. ”
“Who?” Beth stared at the floor.
“Echo. ” What crackhead names their kid Echo? I knew her, yet I didn’t. I only pursued girls who showed an easy interest in me.
Isaiah closed his eyes and rested his head against the couch. He kept his hair buzzed close to his scalp. His ears were pierced multiple times and tattoos ran the length of his arms. “She’s out of your league. ”
