Elect by Rachel Van Dyken

Author:Rachel Van Dyken [VAN DYKEN, RACHEL]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2013-10-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chase

I eyed the scotch on the table and poured myself a healthy dose of liquid and tossed back the contents, all before taking a seat next to Mil’s spot on the floor.

“So.” She tried her best to cover herself with the blanket but failed miserably. I hated myself that I was actually staring. But I was a guy; who would—could—blame me? I couldn’t decide if I was more embarrassed of the past we shared or the fact that everyone else in the room most likely knew about my feelings for Trace, too, and pitied me while I sat on the floor with the girl I’d lost my virginity to. “You look good.”

“I’d say the same”—I cursed and pulled the blanket around her—“but you look like hell.”

She shrugged and pulled the blanket higher, exposing her foot. “Did you get hurt?”

She took the drink from my hand and motioned for me to pour her more scotch. After she took a sip she sighed. “Nixon shot me.”

“In the foot?”

“Yup.”

“Why?”

“To prove a point, the jackass.”

I tried to hide my smile. “He may be an ass but at least he’s protecting you. Why is he protecting you, by the way? And why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be at some boarding school in Florida?”

“Not when I’m needed here.” Her eyes drooped as did her hand. I reached for the glass and set it on the floor.

“Mil,” I urged, trying to use a nice voice considering I’d just had a gun aimed at her face. “What’s wrong?”

“You have any regrets, Chase?”

Um, seriously? I looked back down the hall. Regrets. Nice, I freaking hated that word. It seemed to define everything that was happening in my life lately.

I regretted that I loved Tracey.

I wished I didn’t.

But I did.

I regretted that I’d do anything to have her.

And I regretted that in the end, it was Nixon in that bedroom and not me. So I answered, “Sure, I think everyone does.”

“I have lots.”

“Am I one of them?” I joked.

She laughed. I’d forgotten how pretty her laugh was. It was what attracted me to her in the first place. She’d always laughed like she didn’t give a rat’s ass if people heard her. She’d throw her head back and put her entire body into it; her entire face lit up like a Christmas tree and I was drawn into her web. Scary that some fourteen-year-old girls are born to look more like they’re twenty-two.

“Nah.” She looked up with her bright blue eyes and shrugged. “You weren’t a regret.”

“A mistake?”

“Yeah, I’ll drink to that.” She laughed again. For some reason it made me feel better, like if I focused on my past, my future wouldn’t look so bleak. “I hated you for a long time, Chase Winter.”

“Hated, as in past tense?”

“Oops, I slipped. I meant ‘hate.’ ”

“Noted.”

“You seduced me.”

“I was sixteen and it was hardly a seduction, Mil. You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“Clearly, you didn’t.”

“Very funny.”

She licked her lips. “I don’t regret you, Chase, so stop feeling sorry for yourself.

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