Fast (Not Like the Movies #2) by Lauren K. McKellar

Author:Lauren K. McKellar [McKellar, Lauren K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B071FHMF92
Publisher: Lauren K. McKellar
Published: 2017-05-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Walking along the side of a busy road in the rain shouldn’t be part of a recipe for a perfect date. It should be the kind of horror story you read about in teen magazines, under the What Went Wrong Q&A session run by Doctor Love.

Now, though? Right now, it’s something magical. And I don’t question it for a second.

“So Shantel let that guy see your boobs?” Liam gives my hand a squeeze. “What a bitch.”

“I know.” I shake my head, and silvery droplets blur my vision. The rain dances softly around us like a tiny ballerina, little footfalls of beauty.

“She’s clearly jealous of you.”

“Ha! No one’s ever been jealous of me in my life.” I don’t touch the side of my mouth, but it’s only because my hand is so tight in Liam’s grip that I feel I’d need a key to get it out.

Liam stops walking, turning to face me. Those stunning eyes capture my heart. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“There’s no point beating around the bush.” I gesture to my face. “Look at me. I’m disfigured. Scarred.”

Slowly, carefully, he raises his hand. His finger moves to trace a line over the puckered skin that pulls the side of my lips up and I flinch.

“Please?” His hand stills in its ascent.

I study the fingers so close to my face. The rounded tips glisten with drops of rain turned silver thanks to the sunset breaking through the clouds on the horizon. For so long I’ve wanted those fingers to touch me.

But not like this.

Never like this.

I step back, my hand over the side of my mouth. “This scar is more than just a physical reminder of everything that went wrong in my life. It branded me as an outcast when I went to university. No one ever wanted to talk to the girl with the banged up face.”

“Hey.” Liam frowns. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

I shake my head as if it’s nothing, but the pain still lingers just under the surface. “It’s true. I used to spend my lunchtimes writing—” I stop myself short. It’s bad enough I send emails to my dead brother that he’ll never be able to read; I don’t need to share this information with Liam, too. “I used to spend my lunchtimes writing and studying. I never really managed to make any friends. That’s why I know I could never just slot in somewhere as glamourous as Lola magazine. It’s everything.”

“Everything?” Liam snorts. “I’ve never met a problem a fashion magazine could fix.”

“You’re a guy. You just don’t get it.” I roll my eyes. “You don’t get that this scar is a big deal to me.”

A car beeps as it speeds by, a polite “watch where you’re going”. Liam’s eyes stay trained on my face, on this ugly reminder of our shared history. Of Braden.

I turn and keep walking toward the highway exit sign. “We’re nearly there. Let’s just keep moving so we can get out of this.” I flail my hand around, indicating the clouds still leaking their heartache all over us.

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