My Soul to Keep
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Dude, calm down, Doug said, sniffling in the frigid wind, and I was relieved by the composedif stuffyquality of his voice. Somehow, though hed been on frost longer than Scott and had taken more of it, he was obviously much less dependent on it. Unless you want to explain to Coach what youre yelling about.
Scott only scowled and ducked into the backseat again, digging in the green-and-white duffel. But the volume of his anger and denial dropped low enough to avoid notice by the teachers monitoring the parking lot from near the west school entrance.
Nash dropped his bag at my feet, and I was impressed by how steady his cold-reddened hands were as he knelt to examine Scotts drivers side door, concentrating on the seal at the base of the window. It doesnt look like it was forced, but all that would take is a coat hanger or a slim jim He stood and wiped his hands on his jeans, then opened the door wider and fiddled with the automatic lock to demonstrate that it still worked. There doesnt seem to be any damage.
But Scott wasnt listening. He was still digging in his bag, anger exaggerating his jerky movements, like he might somehow have overlooked a half-filled black latex balloon among the sweaty sports equipment.
I glanced around the lot for Sophie and found her watching with a couple of her dancer friends, all bundled up as they unloaded several gallons of paint and new brushes from Lauras trunk. Presumably to be used on the booths for the Winter Carnival.
Whats wrong with him? Emma whispered, still staring at Scotts breakdown. Hes really freaking out.
I shrugged and shoved my frozen hands into my pockets. I guess frost is pretty hard to come by.
Em huffed, and a white puff of her breath hung on the air. What is it, anyway? Some kind of inhalant?
I dont know. I felt bad about lying to Emma, even if it was for her own good, so I compensated with a little bit of the truth. But its not good, Em. Look what its doing to Scott.
Scotts anger simmered just shy of the boiling point. Fortunately, the small crowd had dispersedall but the central playersand there werent many people left to watch as Doug and Nash tried to talk him down. Less than a minute later, their efforts failed.
Screw this! Scott threw his bag into the car, where it smacked the passengers side window, then tumbled to the floorboard. I cant be here right now. He dropped into the drivers seat and shoved his key into the ignition. Then he slammed the door and gunned his engine before taking off straight across the parking lot. Bright winter sunlight glinted on his rear fender as he raced between two parked cars, sending students scrambling out of his way.
Across the lot, theteachers on duty scowled and crossed their arms over their chests, but there was nothing they could do, except be grateful no one was hit. And possibly recommend that the principal suspend his parking pass.
With Scott gone, and Nash and Doug conferring softly in the space hed just vacated, my gaze settled on Sophie, who now stood alone in front of her friends car, a bucket of paint hanging from each clenched fist. Her mouth hung open, her nose red from the cold, and I got a rare glimpse of pain and disappointment before she donned her usual arrogant scowl and marched across the lot in a pair of trendy flats, as if she couldnt care less that her boyfriend had just bailed on his promise to her without a word.
And everyone knew it.
YOU SURE SCOTTS OKAY to drive? I asked as Nash placed his palms flat against my temporary car, on either side of me. I was trapped, but willingly, deliciously so, and when he leaned in for a kiss, I stood on my toes to meet him.
Yeah, hes fine. Nashs mouth pressed briefly against mine, then he murmured his next sentence against my cheek, near my ear, which lent his words a tantalizing intimacy, in spite of the subject matter. Hes pissed, not high. Another kiss, this one a little longer and a lot deeper. And Ill check on him when we get done here. He and Doug were going to stay and help the carnival committee, to honor their friends promise in his time ofwithdrawal. Call me when you get off work?
I ran my hand up the cold leather sleeve of his jacket. Yeah. My dads working late, and I think I might need help with my anatomy.
Nashs brows shot up. Youre not taking anatomy.
I grinned. I know.
The next kiss was longer, and ended only when Sophie made a rude noise in the back of her throat, wordlessly calling on Nash to help carry the five-gallon buckets of white paint. He waved her off without turning away from me. Leave them here, and Ill bring them in a minute.
Sophie stomped off, obviously irritated, but silent for once.
Here, let me get the balloon before you go. Nash glanced around the lot to make sure no one was within hearing range as he unzipped his nearly empty backpack.
Why dont you just come over and get it tonight? I said, reaching to open the drivers door.
Nash frowned. Has your dad checked out the loaner yet?
No. He passed out right after dinner last night.
So what if he gets off early today and decides to take a look? You want him to find that in your car?
Hes not gonna search the trunk, Nash.
His gaze hardened. Just give me the balloon, Kaylee, he snapped.
Scott only scowled and ducked into the backseat again, digging in the green-and-white duffel. But the volume of his anger and denial dropped low enough to avoid notice by the teachers monitoring the parking lot from near the west school entrance.
Nash dropped his bag at my feet, and I was impressed by how steady his cold-reddened hands were as he knelt to examine Scotts drivers side door, concentrating on the seal at the base of the window. It doesnt look like it was forced, but all that would take is a coat hanger or a slim jim He stood and wiped his hands on his jeans, then opened the door wider and fiddled with the automatic lock to demonstrate that it still worked. There doesnt seem to be any damage.
But Scott wasnt listening. He was still digging in his bag, anger exaggerating his jerky movements, like he might somehow have overlooked a half-filled black latex balloon among the sweaty sports equipment.
I glanced around the lot for Sophie and found her watching with a couple of her dancer friends, all bundled up as they unloaded several gallons of paint and new brushes from Lauras trunk. Presumably to be used on the booths for the Winter Carnival.
Whats wrong with him? Emma whispered, still staring at Scotts breakdown. Hes really freaking out.
I shrugged and shoved my frozen hands into my pockets. I guess frost is pretty hard to come by.
Em huffed, and a white puff of her breath hung on the air. What is it, anyway? Some kind of inhalant?
I dont know. I felt bad about lying to Emma, even if it was for her own good, so I compensated with a little bit of the truth. But its not good, Em. Look what its doing to Scott.
Scotts anger simmered just shy of the boiling point. Fortunately, the small crowd had dispersedall but the central playersand there werent many people left to watch as Doug and Nash tried to talk him down. Less than a minute later, their efforts failed.
Screw this! Scott threw his bag into the car, where it smacked the passengers side window, then tumbled to the floorboard. I cant be here right now. He dropped into the drivers seat and shoved his key into the ignition. Then he slammed the door and gunned his engine before taking off straight across the parking lot. Bright winter sunlight glinted on his rear fender as he raced between two parked cars, sending students scrambling out of his way.
Across the lot, theteachers on duty scowled and crossed their arms over their chests, but there was nothing they could do, except be grateful no one was hit. And possibly recommend that the principal suspend his parking pass.
With Scott gone, and Nash and Doug conferring softly in the space hed just vacated, my gaze settled on Sophie, who now stood alone in front of her friends car, a bucket of paint hanging from each clenched fist. Her mouth hung open, her nose red from the cold, and I got a rare glimpse of pain and disappointment before she donned her usual arrogant scowl and marched across the lot in a pair of trendy flats, as if she couldnt care less that her boyfriend had just bailed on his promise to her without a word.
And everyone knew it.
YOU SURE SCOTTS OKAY to drive? I asked as Nash placed his palms flat against my temporary car, on either side of me. I was trapped, but willingly, deliciously so, and when he leaned in for a kiss, I stood on my toes to meet him.
Yeah, hes fine. Nashs mouth pressed briefly against mine, then he murmured his next sentence against my cheek, near my ear, which lent his words a tantalizing intimacy, in spite of the subject matter. Hes pissed, not high. Another kiss, this one a little longer and a lot deeper. And Ill check on him when we get done here. He and Doug were going to stay and help the carnival committee, to honor their friends promise in his time ofwithdrawal. Call me when you get off work?
I ran my hand up the cold leather sleeve of his jacket. Yeah. My dads working late, and I think I might need help with my anatomy.
Nashs brows shot up. Youre not taking anatomy.
I grinned. I know.
The next kiss was longer, and ended only when Sophie made a rude noise in the back of her throat, wordlessly calling on Nash to help carry the five-gallon buckets of white paint. He waved her off without turning away from me. Leave them here, and Ill bring them in a minute.
Sophie stomped off, obviously irritated, but silent for once.
Here, let me get the balloon before you go. Nash glanced around the lot to make sure no one was within hearing range as he unzipped his nearly empty backpack.
Why dont you just come over and get it tonight? I said, reaching to open the drivers door.
Nash frowned. Has your dad checked out the loaner yet?
No. He passed out right after dinner last night.
So what if he gets off early today and decides to take a look? You want him to find that in your car?
Hes not gonna search the trunk, Nash.
His gaze hardened. Just give me the balloon, Kaylee, he snapped.
