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Authors: Amarie Avant
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if you hadn't happened by, you wouldn't know, either.”
“Who do you think told him about you spending so much time with me?”
“You think she told Chris?” Raven let go of his hand and folded her arms. “Oh, I get it. Monica moved into town right before your disappearing act . Well, don’t you worry Sir Goldie Locks, she didn’t replace you as best friend. To be honest, I don’t believe in stupid titles anymore. Hello, like I just said, you think she told Chris. Right? Man-the-fuck-up and agree!”
Liam just glared at her. They had a standoff for a few moments before he spoke, “I didn’t say that, Raven, but you better take a moment to breathe before cussing at me again.”
She gave a sideways glance.
He grabbed her arm and yanked her to his chest, almost a little too hard. “We aren’t kids, Re. And trust me, baby girl, I’m all man. Man enough to take off my belt the next time something nasty comes out of that gorgeous little mouth of yours.”
Raven glanced to the ground. The Liam she used to know would meet her eye to eye, because they both were short, and damn it, he didn’t argue with her. But she’d started this mess. Perhaps this was the aftereffects of the children’s choir meeting she conducted last night. Josh acted a fool, and now she was too.
Though Liam’s warning scared her, Raven’s blue eyes turned a dark shade of indigo. She did sensor her words. “First of all, you and I, we aren’t doing anything worth telling. Second, there’s nobody I know who’d gossip about us, since as I’ve said, we aren’t doing anything. Regardless, I still won’t stop being friends with Monica because you think she gossiped. You don’t know her. And she’s been here for me since day one of our friendship. How about you?” Yeah, I got right on that soap box to ask him one single question.
Instead of waiting for a response, Raven did an about-face. Walking as fast as humanly possible, she realized just how angry she was about Liam leaving her when she needed him.
“Raven! Raven!” Liam called, but she didn’t stop walking, and she didn’t turn around.
~~~
For weeks he’d called or texted Raven’s cell and she’d been “busy” helping Annette get her prized flowers ready for Bellwood’s festival at the end of March. If Annette was anything like how Liam remembered her, she’d already have taken over the task and didn’t need help with anything. The woman had won three times in a row when they were kids. Her knack of always winning sparked a town meeting, and an argument ensued between Annette and another woman who thought the festival was rigged.
Liam sat, tapping his pen on the desk while his economics teacher gave a monotone lecture. All of the difficult macroeconomic formulas were going through one ear and out of the other. He’d learned them at the knee of a private instructor during his first year in France.
Frowning, he thought about how Raven downplayed their relationship during their last talk at Alvin’s home–that they weren’t doing anything. They hadn’t kissed, really. He wouldn’t count New Year’s Eve, but he’d be damned if they hadn’t been doing something!
Sitting back in his chair, legs wide, he wondered how long it would take Raven to get over Chris. Was their relationship that good? He’d stolen girls from their boyfriends before, countless times, but all he wanted was her .
The instructor wrote a new economic formula on the board, which Pierre had already taught him. Looking at his paper, he began to sketch a picture of Raven’s face. He already had an acceptance letter to his father’s alma mater, which was the same university where his grandfathers met in France. His father’s father, George Lemaître, could care less what Liam chose to do. But Pierre always called, motivating Liam to attend. Those years living in France, he’d become close with Pierre and was considering attending. It was already March, and his grandfather expected him
“Who do you think told him about you spending so much time with me?”
“You think she told Chris?” Raven let go of his hand and folded her arms. “Oh, I get it. Monica moved into town right before your disappearing act . Well, don’t you worry Sir Goldie Locks, she didn’t replace you as best friend. To be honest, I don’t believe in stupid titles anymore. Hello, like I just said, you think she told Chris. Right? Man-the-fuck-up and agree!”
Liam just glared at her. They had a standoff for a few moments before he spoke, “I didn’t say that, Raven, but you better take a moment to breathe before cussing at me again.”
She gave a sideways glance.
He grabbed her arm and yanked her to his chest, almost a little too hard. “We aren’t kids, Re. And trust me, baby girl, I’m all man. Man enough to take off my belt the next time something nasty comes out of that gorgeous little mouth of yours.”
Raven glanced to the ground. The Liam she used to know would meet her eye to eye, because they both were short, and damn it, he didn’t argue with her. But she’d started this mess. Perhaps this was the aftereffects of the children’s choir meeting she conducted last night. Josh acted a fool, and now she was too.
Though Liam’s warning scared her, Raven’s blue eyes turned a dark shade of indigo. She did sensor her words. “First of all, you and I, we aren’t doing anything worth telling. Second, there’s nobody I know who’d gossip about us, since as I’ve said, we aren’t doing anything. Regardless, I still won’t stop being friends with Monica because you think she gossiped. You don’t know her. And she’s been here for me since day one of our friendship. How about you?” Yeah, I got right on that soap box to ask him one single question.
Instead of waiting for a response, Raven did an about-face. Walking as fast as humanly possible, she realized just how angry she was about Liam leaving her when she needed him.
“Raven! Raven!” Liam called, but she didn’t stop walking, and she didn’t turn around.
~~~
For weeks he’d called or texted Raven’s cell and she’d been “busy” helping Annette get her prized flowers ready for Bellwood’s festival at the end of March. If Annette was anything like how Liam remembered her, she’d already have taken over the task and didn’t need help with anything. The woman had won three times in a row when they were kids. Her knack of always winning sparked a town meeting, and an argument ensued between Annette and another woman who thought the festival was rigged.
Liam sat, tapping his pen on the desk while his economics teacher gave a monotone lecture. All of the difficult macroeconomic formulas were going through one ear and out of the other. He’d learned them at the knee of a private instructor during his first year in France.
Frowning, he thought about how Raven downplayed their relationship during their last talk at Alvin’s home–that they weren’t doing anything. They hadn’t kissed, really. He wouldn’t count New Year’s Eve, but he’d be damned if they hadn’t been doing something!
Sitting back in his chair, legs wide, he wondered how long it would take Raven to get over Chris. Was their relationship that good? He’d stolen girls from their boyfriends before, countless times, but all he wanted was her .
The instructor wrote a new economic formula on the board, which Pierre had already taught him. Looking at his paper, he began to sketch a picture of Raven’s face. He already had an acceptance letter to his father’s alma mater, which was the same university where his grandfathers met in France. His father’s father, George Lemaître, could care less what Liam chose to do. But Pierre always called, motivating Liam to attend. Those years living in France, he’d become close with Pierre and was considering attending. It was already March, and his grandfather expected him
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