Beast Behaving Badly
Page 22
Thanks! She went around to the other side of the lockers for privacy, and Bo found a plastic bag to put her dirty clothes in and packed it into her backpack along with her skatesafter drying them off and wrapping the wheels in a plastic bag.
Blayne ran back out, now dressed, and reached for her bag. Bo put his hand over it and said, Shoes.
Oh! She spun in a full circle looking for her sneakers, so he held them up to her face.
Here.
Oh. Thanks!
Sit.
She sat down and undid the laces on her sneakers. At least she tried. Instead she made knots. Thats when her cell phone started to ring. She looked at it with something as close to fear as Bo had ever seen. He reached for it and she shook her head. Its gonna be Gwen, she whispered. Shell kick my ass.
Why are you whispering? he whispered back. Im sure she cant hear you.
You dont know Gwen.
He tossed her the phone and grabbed her sneakers. Answer it.
She did. Hello? She immediately winced. I know Im late. Ill be there in a few minutes. Where am I? Her eyes moved around the room, and he wondered what she was looking for. An acceptable lie?
Im, uh, stuck on Fifth. Why am I on Fifth?
Bo kneeled in front of her to put her sneakers on but stopped long enough to cover the phone and say, You stopped to get her breakfast.
I did?
You did now.
Oh! She smiled. Thanks. Clearing her throat, she said into the phone, I stopped to get you breakfast, but I didnt know traffic would be this bad. Is it a good breakfast? Blayne looked at him and he nodded.
Best in Manhattan, he whispered.
Best in Manhattan, apparently. She smiled, now relieved. Yes. The coffee will be hot. If its not hot, Ill get some more at a Starbucks or something. Okay. Wont be long.
She disconnected the call. I hate lying.
Probably because youre really bad at it.
I know.
If shed been standing in the room, youd have been screwed.
Thanks for the pep talk.
Bo put her sneakers on her feet and tied the laces. There. He reached over and grabbed her backpack. Ive packed up everything.
Blayne took the bag. That is so sweet. Thank you.
Yeah, yeah. He stood. Got a pen?
Yeah. She dug into her cargo pants and pulled out a pen. Bo took her hand and wrote on her palm, This is where youre going toget your breakfast for the two of you. Its shifter run and not far from here. Best Danish in Manhattan. Tell Mike I sent you. Ill call him and tell him youre coming. When Blayne only gazed up at him, he added, You go wherever youre going without food and/or coffee and that tigons going to rip your face off.
Good point. She slung the backpack over her shoulder. Thanks for all this.
No problem. And get a new watch.
I will . . . eventually. She took off out the locker room door, and as Bo came out behind her, Blayne was running back. He wondered if her life was made up of U-turns.
Wrong way, she said with a laugh.
I know. He sighed. And seven tomorrow. Here.
She tripped to a stop. Seven tomorrow here for what?
Blayne . . .
Oh. She laughed. Totally forgot. She pointed at her head. Thank God its attached. Without warning, she suddenly sprung upagain without a running startand kissed his cheek. Thank you so much! See you tomorrow!
And you better be on time! he yelled after her. And dont forget the Danish!
He was right, Gwen said around a mouthful of Danish. This is the best Danish in Manhattan.
Blayne nodded her head and ate. She was already in love with the bakery because she found treats that were sweetened with honey rather than sugar. When she reached for her third Danish, she said to Gwen, How did you know I was lying anyway?
I always know when youre lying. And those dramatic pauses certainly didnt help.
I know, I gotta work on the pauses.
So how did training go with the great Novikov?
It went really well. Apparently I dont have enough focus.
Someones Captain Obvious.
What does that mean?
It means that everyone knows you dont have enough focus. Even you know.
Blayne couldnt even find the energy to argue that point. Okay, yeah. I know. But you know, hes really not that bad a guy. In fact
Dont do it, Blayne.
I feel bad for the guy.
And here we go!
What does that mean?
He doesnt need to be fixed, Blayne.
Im not trying to fix him. She took another bite of Danish, chewed it thoroughly, swallowed, and said, But he could be a much happier person.
Gwens head dropped forward, a large sigh escaping.
Blayne ran back out, now dressed, and reached for her bag. Bo put his hand over it and said, Shoes.
Oh! She spun in a full circle looking for her sneakers, so he held them up to her face.
Here.
Oh. Thanks!
Sit.
She sat down and undid the laces on her sneakers. At least she tried. Instead she made knots. Thats when her cell phone started to ring. She looked at it with something as close to fear as Bo had ever seen. He reached for it and she shook her head. Its gonna be Gwen, she whispered. Shell kick my ass.
Why are you whispering? he whispered back. Im sure she cant hear you.
You dont know Gwen.
He tossed her the phone and grabbed her sneakers. Answer it.
She did. Hello? She immediately winced. I know Im late. Ill be there in a few minutes. Where am I? Her eyes moved around the room, and he wondered what she was looking for. An acceptable lie?
Im, uh, stuck on Fifth. Why am I on Fifth?
Bo kneeled in front of her to put her sneakers on but stopped long enough to cover the phone and say, You stopped to get her breakfast.
I did?
You did now.
Oh! She smiled. Thanks. Clearing her throat, she said into the phone, I stopped to get you breakfast, but I didnt know traffic would be this bad. Is it a good breakfast? Blayne looked at him and he nodded.
Best in Manhattan, he whispered.
Best in Manhattan, apparently. She smiled, now relieved. Yes. The coffee will be hot. If its not hot, Ill get some more at a Starbucks or something. Okay. Wont be long.
She disconnected the call. I hate lying.
Probably because youre really bad at it.
I know.
If shed been standing in the room, youd have been screwed.
Thanks for the pep talk.
Bo put her sneakers on her feet and tied the laces. There. He reached over and grabbed her backpack. Ive packed up everything.
Blayne took the bag. That is so sweet. Thank you.
Yeah, yeah. He stood. Got a pen?
Yeah. She dug into her cargo pants and pulled out a pen. Bo took her hand and wrote on her palm, This is where youre going toget your breakfast for the two of you. Its shifter run and not far from here. Best Danish in Manhattan. Tell Mike I sent you. Ill call him and tell him youre coming. When Blayne only gazed up at him, he added, You go wherever youre going without food and/or coffee and that tigons going to rip your face off.
Good point. She slung the backpack over her shoulder. Thanks for all this.
No problem. And get a new watch.
I will . . . eventually. She took off out the locker room door, and as Bo came out behind her, Blayne was running back. He wondered if her life was made up of U-turns.
Wrong way, she said with a laugh.
I know. He sighed. And seven tomorrow. Here.
She tripped to a stop. Seven tomorrow here for what?
Blayne . . .
Oh. She laughed. Totally forgot. She pointed at her head. Thank God its attached. Without warning, she suddenly sprung upagain without a running startand kissed his cheek. Thank you so much! See you tomorrow!
And you better be on time! he yelled after her. And dont forget the Danish!
He was right, Gwen said around a mouthful of Danish. This is the best Danish in Manhattan.
Blayne nodded her head and ate. She was already in love with the bakery because she found treats that were sweetened with honey rather than sugar. When she reached for her third Danish, she said to Gwen, How did you know I was lying anyway?
I always know when youre lying. And those dramatic pauses certainly didnt help.
I know, I gotta work on the pauses.
So how did training go with the great Novikov?
It went really well. Apparently I dont have enough focus.
Someones Captain Obvious.
What does that mean?
It means that everyone knows you dont have enough focus. Even you know.
Blayne couldnt even find the energy to argue that point. Okay, yeah. I know. But you know, hes really not that bad a guy. In fact
Dont do it, Blayne.
I feel bad for the guy.
And here we go!
What does that mean?
He doesnt need to be fixed, Blayne.
Im not trying to fix him. She took another bite of Danish, chewed it thoroughly, swallowed, and said, But he could be a much happier person.
Gwens head dropped forward, a large sigh escaping.
