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“How about we try out our third kiss somewhere other than my school’s parking lot?”
Isaiah rubs that sensitive spot on my shoulder right near the curve of my neck. “I think that sounds like a plan. ”
I glance over at the main parking lot and note that cars have begun to fill the first few rows. As much as I wish this moment could last forever, it can’t. Especially when I have two brothers who would lose their minds if they caught me like this with Isaiah. “I don’t know what to do about my family. ”
“You like me, right?”
I nod.
“That’s all that matters. Let’s figure this out, pay off Eric, and then we’ll tackle the rest. ”
The blood drains from my face at the mention of Eric and I slip my hands down from his shoulders to wrap around his stomach.
As if knowing that Eric haunts me, Isaiah brings his arms around me, creating this protective blanket. I rest my head on his solid chest and listen to the sound of his heart. I could get very used to this.
After a few seconds, Isaiah kisses the top of my head. “I’ll keep you safe. ”
“I trust you. ” I regretfully slide away. “You’re going back to school, right?”
“Yeah. ” Isaiah pulls out the bagel and I take it as the need to bounce again returns. “Go on to class, Rachel. One of us shouldn’t break all the rules. ”
“I think I’m a rule breaker,” I say. “I mean, I did drag race. ”
Isaiah chuckles. “You’re gangster for sure. ”
With a silly smile plastered on my face, I retrieve my backpack from the passenger side of my car and wave at Isaiah before walking away.
Midway across the student lot, my phone rings, and I have to juggle the bagel in order to reach it before the call goes to voice mail. Quickly swallowing a piece, I answer. “Hello?”
“Hey, Rachel?” Isaiah says.
I spin around and in the distance I can spot him leaning against his car again. “Yes?”
“I called. ”
Joy blossoms through me, from my toes up into the rest of my body to the point that I look down to see if I’m flying. “Yeah, you did. ”
Chapter 33
Isaiah
I LEAN AGAINST THE FRAME of a ’76 Nova and listen as the guys from class shoot the shit during the last remaining minutes of school. Today, some other guys from class and I taught the freshmen how to strip the paint. With the paint job done, they continue their jacked-up conversation about some jock from school caught juicing. Life must suck when you have parents and money to blow on steroids.
I pull out my phone and reread last night’s conversation with Rachel. The two of us text. Sometimes we talk on the phone. Because of her parents and brothers, it’s hard for her to get out to see me, and I don’t want her taking a risk that’ll raise flags when we have other days that require her being out of the house.
I try not to overanalyze what’s going on with Rachel. I like her. She likes me. At some point, she’ll change her mind, but for now I’ll enjoy the ride.
In another world, she would have been the kind of girl I would have taken to dinner and a movie. I would have knocked on her front door, met her father, charmed her mother, brought flowers and done all that wooing shit that guys are supposed to do when trying to win the girl.
But all that crap means I would have lived another life. One with parents who gave a damn. One where I had a home and maybe a bed frame, maybe a room. In the span of one week, I’ve done the two things the system taught me neve
r to do: felt too much and dreamed of a different life. Wandering thoughts and feelings lead to an impending wreck.
I shove it all away. I’ve had a past that promises no future so it’s better to stick with the present.
Last night, my remaining favors came in. I bring up Rachel’s name in a text message. It’s time for me and her to meet again.
Me: where r u
