It Never Rains in Colombia by W.H. Benjamin

Author:W.H. Benjamin [Benjamin, W.H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bright Spark Books Ltd
Published: 2014-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

That afternoon, Patrick paced the group study room, thoughtfully walking past Christian, then said simply, “Harlow’s a chaser. The more she feels she can't have you, the more she wants you. If you come to her too quickly, you will spook her.”

Christian laughed. “She's a girl, not Black Beauty.”

“Black Beauty,” Patrick said, “a popular book targeted at girls and what's it about? The relationship between a girl and her horse.”

“But it's not a comparison of the two,” Christian explained.

“Isn't it?” Patrick replied slyly.

Christian asked, “Have you read it.”

“Yeah,” Patrick said, “right after I read Brokeback Mountain.”

Christian laughed.

Patrick went on, “Girls are horses.”

“You're an idiot,” Christian replied.

“Hear me out. Some girls are friendly and happy to do what you want to do. Some are wild and like a fast-paced life; they're headstrong, and no matter how much you try to change them, they will never bend to your will. Free spirits.” Patrick continued, “Other girls are docile and prefer a slower pace in life.”

Christian considered: Harlow, the punch, her untameable passion that had flared up as a hot temper when she was upset. But he didn't want Patrick to know that he might agree with the theory.

“She's a wild one,” Patrick said, completing his thought.

“She's a person,” Christian said, “she doesn't need taming. You don't know much about girls or horses, do you?”

Patrick shrugged, “Harlow's an animal just like you and me. It's the law of the jungle, dude. It rules.”

“Do horses live in the jungle?” Mei asked, coming into the room.

When Harlow walked into the study room, a few minutes later, Christian looked up at her then down again, trying to appear relaxed. Patrick's eyes followed her until she sat down next to Christian.

“Hey, guys,” Harlow said unpacking her books. “Sorry I'm late.”

Patrick shrugged, “Make yourself at home.”

Christian smiled faintly.

“What you doing?” Harlow asked curiously.

“Maths, just practising some stuff.” She leaned over Christian to see what he was writing. The scent of her perfume danced past his face. He took in her slender neck, looking at the silver necklace that swung forward from under her shirt.

“I didn't know we had maths homework,” she remarked.

“We don't, I'm just trying to keep the equations fresh in my head.”

“Okay,” she replied, leaning back.

Mei cleared her throat.

“Sorry,” Harlow said.

Patrick picked up his bag, “I'll leave you to it.”

“Where are you going?” Harlow asked.

He was already halfway to the door, “Remember, Christian, you scratch my back, I scratch yours,” Patrick said as he left.

The door clicked shut behind him. Christian sighed.

“What does he mean?” Harlow asked with interest.

Mei sighed in irritation.

“Nothing,” Christian replied. “Harlow,” he said tentatively a few minutes later.

She was already busy scribbling away in her notebook. “Yup?” she looked up.

“There's something,” he paused. “I need your advice on something.”

Harlow lowered her pen.

“Guys, the exams are just around the corner,” Mei interrupted.

“They're in two months' time,” Harlow reminded her.

Mei ran a hand through her hair, muttering, “This is why I hate study groups.”

Harlow turned to Christian with interest, “You need my help? Ha, since when?” she asked, smiling.

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