My Soul to Keep
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I glanced at my watch and counted backward silently. Almost five hours ago.
And your dads still alive, right? Nash grinned like hed just discovered the meaning of life, or the root of all evil, or something equally unlikely, but I was already digging in my pocket for my phone. What are you doing? Didnt you see him right before you left?
Yeah. But I have to be sure. I autodialed my father, hoping the schools no-cell-calls policy didnt apply before the first bell.
Hello? my dad said into my ear, over the rush of highway traffic, and I let my head fall against the lockers in relief.
Kaylee? Whats wrong?
Nothing. I could practically hear the smile in my own voice. I just wanted to make sure youre not asleep at the wheel or anything, since I got you up so early.
Im fine. He paused, and I heard his blinker ding faintly.
Thanks for checking, though.
No problem. I gotta go. I hung up and slid my phone back into my pocket.
Feel better? Nash asked, brows raised.
Marginally. The front doors opened at the end of the hall, admitting a frigid draft, as well as several dozen freshmen and sophomores. The buses had arrived, and class would start in less than ten minutes. I gotta go finish my chemistry homework, I said, using the lock on the locker below mine to haul myself to my feet.
Nash stood with me. Ill walk with you.
I wrapped my arms around Nashs chest, content for the moment just to lean against him and breathe him inuntil his next words drenched my warm, cozy feeling like a cold wave crashing over a sleeping sunbather.
Have you seen Carter this morning?
No. In fact, I hadnt seen him since hed torn out of the student lot on Monday afternoon. Hed skipped school on Tuesdayhis parents were still out of town, but rumor had it hed convinced the maid to call him in sickpresumably too ill from withdrawal to deal with the usual school crap. And I hadnt given him a second thought so far today, thanks to my nearly sleepless Tuesday night.
His cars in the lot, Nash continued, voice low to keep anyone else from overhearing us as the hall filled with students. But we dont have any classes together till after lunch, and Im afraid hes
There he is, I interrupted the moment I saw Scott Carter turn the corner from the gym hallway, strutting as confidently as he ever had.
Nash followed my gaze. He looks happy. Whichassuming he hadnt found a miracle cure for addiction or withdrawalcould only mean one thing. Hed found Dougs supplier and madeanother purchase.
Maybe hes just a quick healer, I suggested, determined to be optimistic because the alternative made me want to rip out my own hair.
Well know in a minute. Nash held one hand up and called down the hall, Hey, Carter, where were you yesterday?
Scott threaded a path through the crowd toward us, greeting guys he knew on the way, and shared a hand slap with Nash, whose face froze the moment they touched. And if Id had any doubts before, they were obliterated a second later when Scotts hand brushed mine on its way to his side.
His skin was freezing, and his breath smelled like hed inhaled a hellion whole.
Sick, Scott said, smiling broadly for no reason I could see.
I could barely get out of bed. Had to get Carlita to call me in sick. Good thing shes picking up some English, right?
Nash shrugged. You got a lot of makeup work?
But Scott wasnt listening. He frowned, eyes narrowed and jaw tense as he stared over my shoulder. I turned to see what he was looking at and found only our own shadows stretched over the lockers, cast by bright light from the office window. But I couldnt help wondering what he was seeing.
Carter? Nash repeated, turning to follow my gaze while Scott shook his head, as if to clear it.
Nah, he said finally, like hed heard the question on some kind of time delay. I dont think theyll make me do any of it but that quiz in civics. He stepped back and made a sweeping gesture to encompass his entire body. Im Scott Carter, man. Nobodys willing to piss off my dad until the football team gets those new pads and tackling dummies for next season.
Jeez, you say your name like it should be written in all caps, I mumbled, slapping a smile on at the last minute, hoping theyd think I was joking.
Scott did. Sophie did not.
It should be, she purred, stopping at Scotts side to run one hand over his shoulder and down his back. But I guess you usually see yours handwritten by some nut job with a half-eaten crayon. Isnt that how they label stuff in the psych ward?
Only when youre in residence, I snapped. I was too tired to put up with Sophies crap that morning, and for a moment, awe at my own nerve energized me better than three cups of early-morning coffee had.
Scott laughed while Sophie fumed, cheeks hot enough to spontaneously combust. He slapped Nash on the back, still grinning. Sounds like your little puss grew some claws! Does she purr when you stroke her? Cause this one sure does. He pulled Sophie closer, his hand inching toward the denim pocket curved around her rear.
And your dads still alive, right? Nash grinned like hed just discovered the meaning of life, or the root of all evil, or something equally unlikely, but I was already digging in my pocket for my phone. What are you doing? Didnt you see him right before you left?
Yeah. But I have to be sure. I autodialed my father, hoping the schools no-cell-calls policy didnt apply before the first bell.
Hello? my dad said into my ear, over the rush of highway traffic, and I let my head fall against the lockers in relief.
Kaylee? Whats wrong?
Nothing. I could practically hear the smile in my own voice. I just wanted to make sure youre not asleep at the wheel or anything, since I got you up so early.
Im fine. He paused, and I heard his blinker ding faintly.
Thanks for checking, though.
No problem. I gotta go. I hung up and slid my phone back into my pocket.
Feel better? Nash asked, brows raised.
Marginally. The front doors opened at the end of the hall, admitting a frigid draft, as well as several dozen freshmen and sophomores. The buses had arrived, and class would start in less than ten minutes. I gotta go finish my chemistry homework, I said, using the lock on the locker below mine to haul myself to my feet.
Nash stood with me. Ill walk with you.
I wrapped my arms around Nashs chest, content for the moment just to lean against him and breathe him inuntil his next words drenched my warm, cozy feeling like a cold wave crashing over a sleeping sunbather.
Have you seen Carter this morning?
No. In fact, I hadnt seen him since hed torn out of the student lot on Monday afternoon. Hed skipped school on Tuesdayhis parents were still out of town, but rumor had it hed convinced the maid to call him in sickpresumably too ill from withdrawal to deal with the usual school crap. And I hadnt given him a second thought so far today, thanks to my nearly sleepless Tuesday night.
His cars in the lot, Nash continued, voice low to keep anyone else from overhearing us as the hall filled with students. But we dont have any classes together till after lunch, and Im afraid hes
There he is, I interrupted the moment I saw Scott Carter turn the corner from the gym hallway, strutting as confidently as he ever had.
Nash followed my gaze. He looks happy. Whichassuming he hadnt found a miracle cure for addiction or withdrawalcould only mean one thing. Hed found Dougs supplier and madeanother purchase.
Maybe hes just a quick healer, I suggested, determined to be optimistic because the alternative made me want to rip out my own hair.
Well know in a minute. Nash held one hand up and called down the hall, Hey, Carter, where were you yesterday?
Scott threaded a path through the crowd toward us, greeting guys he knew on the way, and shared a hand slap with Nash, whose face froze the moment they touched. And if Id had any doubts before, they were obliterated a second later when Scotts hand brushed mine on its way to his side.
His skin was freezing, and his breath smelled like hed inhaled a hellion whole.
Sick, Scott said, smiling broadly for no reason I could see.
I could barely get out of bed. Had to get Carlita to call me in sick. Good thing shes picking up some English, right?
Nash shrugged. You got a lot of makeup work?
But Scott wasnt listening. He frowned, eyes narrowed and jaw tense as he stared over my shoulder. I turned to see what he was looking at and found only our own shadows stretched over the lockers, cast by bright light from the office window. But I couldnt help wondering what he was seeing.
Carter? Nash repeated, turning to follow my gaze while Scott shook his head, as if to clear it.
Nah, he said finally, like hed heard the question on some kind of time delay. I dont think theyll make me do any of it but that quiz in civics. He stepped back and made a sweeping gesture to encompass his entire body. Im Scott Carter, man. Nobodys willing to piss off my dad until the football team gets those new pads and tackling dummies for next season.
Jeez, you say your name like it should be written in all caps, I mumbled, slapping a smile on at the last minute, hoping theyd think I was joking.
Scott did. Sophie did not.
It should be, she purred, stopping at Scotts side to run one hand over his shoulder and down his back. But I guess you usually see yours handwritten by some nut job with a half-eaten crayon. Isnt that how they label stuff in the psych ward?
Only when youre in residence, I snapped. I was too tired to put up with Sophies crap that morning, and for a moment, awe at my own nerve energized me better than three cups of early-morning coffee had.
Scott laughed while Sophie fumed, cheeks hot enough to spontaneously combust. He slapped Nash on the back, still grinning. Sounds like your little puss grew some claws! Does she purr when you stroke her? Cause this one sure does. He pulled Sophie closer, his hand inching toward the denim pocket curved around her rear.
