Red at Night (Harlequin More Than Words) by McGarry Katie

Author:McGarry, Katie [McGarry, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-04-01T04:00:00+00:00

Stella

I hold Jonah’s hand as we walk down the hallway to the guidance counselor’s office and I’m more than aware that he’ll regret this moment by tomorrow morning. People gawk as we pass. The girl with the purple hair, the girl who pulled her lunch out of the garbage can in third grade because some stupid boy threw it in there not understanding that’s all she’d eat for the day, is clutching the hand of the guy everyone knows and likes.

Jonah doesn’t notice the stares now. With his shoulders rolled forward and his hand gripping mine like I’m the sole thing keeping him from falling off a cliff, he’s lost in his own world. He blames himself for a death that couldn’t have been stopped.

How can I judge him for being so messed up? How many of us honestly see death face to face? Jonah has and it’s changed him. I sneak a peek at him from the corner of my eye. Yes, Rick’s right, people can possibly change. It sucks that it takes something so awful to make it happen.

I expect Jonah to release me when we get to the office, but instead he joins me. The secretary’s eyes flicker between us, and Jonah says, “I need a few minutes alone before class.”

“Okay,” she answers. “Your parents told us what happened. Why don’t you go into the sick room and lie down. I know Mrs. Collins would be willing to talk with you if you wanted.”

He says nothing to her, but he squeezes my hand. Knowing that this will probably be the last time I’ll be so close to him, I squeeze back. Instead of the smile I was hoping to see in return, Jonah lets go of my fingers and cups my face with both hands.

The heat from his skin radiates into mine and I swear his warmth rushes into my bloodstream. My heart stops as he angles my head to look at him. His thumbs sweep over my cheeks and the air around us crackles.

Crap, I just got dizzy.

“Are you Miss Vaughn?” says a female voice behind me.

Jonah lowers his hands and I slam my fingers onto the counter so that I don’t drop to the floor. Um, am I? “Yes.” That sounded correct.

When I have the slightest control over my voluntary motor functions again, I glance behind me and spot—all blonde and all professional—Mrs. Collins, our school’s in-house social worker. She assesses me, then Jonah. “Are you okay, Jonah?”

He nods. “Just need a few minutes.”

“Of course.” She flashes a friendly grin. “I don’t believe there’s anyone in the sick room. We can talk later if you’d like.”

I hear Jonah’s footsteps retreat, but I keep my sights locked on Mrs. Collins. I don’t trust social workers.

“Is that your boyfriend?” she asks.

My teeth click together. Nope, not having this. “My appointment is with Mrs. Branch.”

She doesn’t blink or even halfway frown at my comment. “I asked Mrs. Branch if I could take this meeting with you.”

“Well, then un-ask.”

“Why would I do that?” There’s a spark in her eye I don’t care for.

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