Read Online Choices(Waiting for Forever BK 1) by Jamie Mayfield - Free Book Online
Authors: Jamie Mayfield
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hadn’t meant to say that last part, but it was true.
“I have too,” he whispered as we walked into the huge two-story bookstore at the end of the corridor. Out of habit, I went over to the clearance section and started checking out the paperbacks. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Jamie had gone farther down the aisle into science fiction. Picking through the haphazardly stacked piles of books, I found one by an author I liked and went to find two chairs next to each other, so when Jamie found something we could sit together.
I dropped into the worn leather chair and started to read the back of the novel. It promised to be every bit as good as the last book I’d read by the author, full of intrigue and the triumph over adversity. I knew not everyone triumphed, but it was nice to read about, even if it was just fiction. The music being piped through the in-store speakers was soothing, and when Jamie finally joined me, I’d already finished the first chapter.
He had a bag with him, which meant he’d already paid for his books. When I asked him about them, he just shrugged, dropped into his chair, and took one out of the bag. It was the new paperback novel by John Marshall, the same author I was reading.
“I didn’t know you were a fan of Marshall’s work,” Jamie said as he noticed the book in my hands. “It’s funny, there are books all over your room, and I’ve never taken the time to find out what they were.”
“I didn’t know you were a fan either. You… well, you don’t have any books in your room,” I said, a little sheepishly, because I had always assumed that just meant Jamie wasn’t a reader.
“That’s because I keep my books in my dad’s study. He has tons of bookshelves in there.”
“What else did you get?” I asked, curious to see if we had any other common interests we didn’t know about. I thought, after being best friends for almost six years, that we knew everything about each other. Apparently, I was wrong. However, Jamie didn’t let go of the bag and wouldn’t let me look in it.
“It’s nothing,” he insisted, and the note of urgency in his voice made me stop. Obviously there was something in that bag he was either embarrassed about or he didn’t want me to see. Immediately, I let go, and he relaxed a little into the chair, pushing his soft hair back from his eyes. A ton of possibilities, from gay-related books to sex-related books, chased each other through my mind as I tried to figure out what he was hiding.
Nervously, he checked his watch. “Hey, we’ve got to go; we’re supposed to be in the food court to meet Derrick and John,” he said as he pulled himself out of the chair. I tossed the paperback on my chair as I stood, and together we made our way to the door.
“Aren’t you going to get that paperback you started reading?” Jamie asked curiously as we left the store.
“Don’t you have it?” I asked casually.
“Yeah, I have it.” He turned the corner and headed back in the direction we’d come.
“Then I’ll just borrow yours,” I told him with a smirk. He grinned sheepishly as we passed the jewelry store again.
“You’re such a cheapskate,” he said, chuckling to himself, and pulled his bag from the bookstore up, hoisting it over his shoulder.
“Being a cheapskate will help me pay for college,” I told him. There was nothing from my parents. Either they hadn’t had anything, or it’d gone to the state for my care. If I wanted to go to college, I would have to find the money. Being the only child of a middle-class family, I didn’t think Jamie really understood that. He also never understood why I wouldn’t just let him buy the book, or the CD, or even the bag of chips, for me. When it came to matters of money, Jamie and I generally stood at an impasse.
“Of course you can borrow the book,” he said quietly as we walked quickly past the lingerie shop, and I remembered our earlier discussion with a grin. I could tell Jamie
“I have too,” he whispered as we walked into the huge two-story bookstore at the end of the corridor. Out of habit, I went over to the clearance section and started checking out the paperbacks. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Jamie had gone farther down the aisle into science fiction. Picking through the haphazardly stacked piles of books, I found one by an author I liked and went to find two chairs next to each other, so when Jamie found something we could sit together.
I dropped into the worn leather chair and started to read the back of the novel. It promised to be every bit as good as the last book I’d read by the author, full of intrigue and the triumph over adversity. I knew not everyone triumphed, but it was nice to read about, even if it was just fiction. The music being piped through the in-store speakers was soothing, and when Jamie finally joined me, I’d already finished the first chapter.
He had a bag with him, which meant he’d already paid for his books. When I asked him about them, he just shrugged, dropped into his chair, and took one out of the bag. It was the new paperback novel by John Marshall, the same author I was reading.
“I didn’t know you were a fan of Marshall’s work,” Jamie said as he noticed the book in my hands. “It’s funny, there are books all over your room, and I’ve never taken the time to find out what they were.”
“I didn’t know you were a fan either. You… well, you don’t have any books in your room,” I said, a little sheepishly, because I had always assumed that just meant Jamie wasn’t a reader.
“That’s because I keep my books in my dad’s study. He has tons of bookshelves in there.”
“What else did you get?” I asked, curious to see if we had any other common interests we didn’t know about. I thought, after being best friends for almost six years, that we knew everything about each other. Apparently, I was wrong. However, Jamie didn’t let go of the bag and wouldn’t let me look in it.
“It’s nothing,” he insisted, and the note of urgency in his voice made me stop. Obviously there was something in that bag he was either embarrassed about or he didn’t want me to see. Immediately, I let go, and he relaxed a little into the chair, pushing his soft hair back from his eyes. A ton of possibilities, from gay-related books to sex-related books, chased each other through my mind as I tried to figure out what he was hiding.
Nervously, he checked his watch. “Hey, we’ve got to go; we’re supposed to be in the food court to meet Derrick and John,” he said as he pulled himself out of the chair. I tossed the paperback on my chair as I stood, and together we made our way to the door.
“Aren’t you going to get that paperback you started reading?” Jamie asked curiously as we left the store.
“Don’t you have it?” I asked casually.
“Yeah, I have it.” He turned the corner and headed back in the direction we’d come.
“Then I’ll just borrow yours,” I told him with a smirk. He grinned sheepishly as we passed the jewelry store again.
“You’re such a cheapskate,” he said, chuckling to himself, and pulled his bag from the bookstore up, hoisting it over his shoulder.
“Being a cheapskate will help me pay for college,” I told him. There was nothing from my parents. Either they hadn’t had anything, or it’d gone to the state for my care. If I wanted to go to college, I would have to find the money. Being the only child of a middle-class family, I didn’t think Jamie really understood that. He also never understood why I wouldn’t just let him buy the book, or the CD, or even the bag of chips, for me. When it came to matters of money, Jamie and I generally stood at an impasse.
“Of course you can borrow the book,” he said quietly as we walked quickly past the lingerie shop, and I remembered our earlier discussion with a grin. I could tell Jamie
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