Some Boys by Patty Blount

Author:Patty Blount [Blount, Patty]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Young Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Psychology
ISBN: 9781402298561
Google: wrlJngEACAAJ
Amazon: 1402298560
Barnesnoble: 1402298560
Goodreads: 18509683
Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire
Published: 2014-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Grace

“Grace, you ready yet?” Mom calls. I grab my camera bag and jog down the stairs. Her mouth falls open. “Wow. You look so pretty. What’s the occasion?”

I face the mirror hanging on the hall wall and make sure my hair’s still smooth. I wrestled with it for an hour last night, blowing out my curls until my hair looked like a shiny curtain. I’m wearing jeans and a plain T-shirt. All my leather and spikes are upstairs. I don’t have to wear armor every day. I can be—you know—soft, I guess.

I slip my feet into comfortable flats instead of my studded boots and head for the kitchen to make a few sandwiches.

“Mom, where’s the roast beef?” I rummage through the drawer with cold cuts.

“Since when do you eat roast beef?” She nudges me out of the way, finds the roast beef hidden under a package of Swiss cheese.

I slap some mayo on a few hard rolls, layer on cheese, roast beef, and turkey, and then wrap the sandwiches in plastic.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

“Grace, seriously. What’s the deal?”

“No deal, Mom.”

“Okay.” She smiles. “Good for you.”

Fifteen minutes later she’s driving off while I head into the school. Damn it. Ian’s not here yet. I stow my bag, push the utility cart to where we left off yesterday, and snap on a fresh pair of gloves. Shivering, I glance around. Yep, definitely alone, but I swear I can still smell Zac standing right here, where Ian shoved him into a locker.

That was way unexpected. But seriously appreciated. I hope Ian knows that. I get how hard that must have been, going up against a friend. Lindsay won’t do it, even though I know she hates what Miranda’s turning her into. I glance at my phone. Ian’s late. Hope he didn’t have another dizzy spell. Oh, crap! I hope I didn’t get him into big trouble with his dad last night.

A noise way down the hall has me whipping around with a gasp, but nobody’s there. Frozen in place, entire body clenched, I finally notice an overhead light just popped, but I can’t relax. My fingers are numb. My heart’s galloping, and sweat beads line the back of my neck. I do not have time for this now, goddamn it. I am stronger than this. I grab the cart, wheel it to the lockers by the stairwell. I spray a bunch of lockers and scrub them out, looking over my shoulder after every one.

The door downstairs is still closed. But the numbness is spreading, and my chest is getting heavy.

Where the hell is Ian? I should call his dad. No, wait. If he’s ditching, I’ll get him in trouble. But what if he’s passed out somewhere? I can’t breathe. I grab my phone, call my mother, put it on speaker.

“Hey, Grace.”

“Mom. Help.”

“What? What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Can’t breathe, Mom.”

“Okay, hold on. I’m pulling over. Okay, get your water.”

Water? Right. My bag. It’s not on my shoulder. The cart. I put my bag on the cart.

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