The True Story of Atticus and Hazel by Fisher Amelie

Author:Fisher Amelie [Amelie, Fisher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The Friday after Thanksgiving, I woke early, still unable to sleep, and showered, getting ready for my day. When I came out of the bathroom, Atticus was sprawled over my small full mattress, his long legs hanging off the edge, his beautiful hands clutched at the sheets. I leaned over him and kissed his cheek with every intention of getting to work on my own but when I lifted off the bed, his hand caught my arm and he pulled me into him.

“Let me take you,” his deep morning voice requested.

He stood up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. I grabbed a protein bar and an apple from the kitchen and ate them fast.

“Let’s go, sweet pea,” he said.

We locked the door and as we went to his car, he held my hand. I brought our joined fingers up and studied them. My own were starting to swell.

“Atticus,” I said nervously.

“Yeah?”

“I need to tell you something and I don’t think you’re going to like it.”

He stopped in his tracks. “What’s going on?”

“Well, when you left the room last night, Delilah and I had a chat.”

He kept walking. “I figured as much. Something felt weird.”

“Yeah, well, she essentially admitted to being into you.”

He looked at me like I was crazy. “Are you sure it’s not just—?” he began before thinking twice and holding his tongue.

“What?” I asked. “Just say it.”

“Well, hormones or whatever. Are you sure it’s not just an insecurity or something?” he stupidly asked.

I shook my head, desperate to keep my cool so it didn’t fuel his accusation, although I was seething inside. “It’s a good thing you’re pretty,” I threatened. “I assure you, Atticus Kelly, that it is not hormones, as you say.”

We reached the car and he opened my door for me so I climbed in.

“What did she say exactly?” he asked, his tone skeptical.

“You know what?” I said, pissed. “Never mind.”

“Hazel,” he said. “Are you okay?”

I laughed at the window. “Peachy.”

“Hazel,” he said, as we pulled up to my work.

I jumped out before he had a chance to open it for me and walked briskly toward the courtyard.

“Hazel!” he said, racing to catch up. “Hazel,” he said again, reaching me and grabbing my arm.

I pulled it away. “Listen, I’m just going to say this once and it’s not hormones or insecurities or whatever you’re looking for it to be. She told me she was going to try and get you. I’m just relaying the message.”

He shook his head. “This blows my mind because last night she told me you guys just talked about your paintings or whatever.”

I looked at him, annoyed. “She’s lying.”

“You didn’t talk about your work at all?” he asked.

“My answer isn’t going to change, Atticus!” I shouted.

“I’m just trying to piece it all together,” he defended.

“What’s to piece together? I’m telling you exactly what happened. You left the room, she pounced, asking all these questions about us, how long we’ve been together, and I told her I wasn’t stupid, that

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