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Authors: Chiah Wilder
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dampened her exhilaration. As hard as she tried, she couldn’t shut out the images, and it pissed her off because she was sure he wasn’t thinking about her at all. What a fucking jerk.
“This is going to be awesome,” Ricky said as he tugged her close to him. “Are you feeling it?”
Even though she was overwhelmed by a hollowness in her chest, Kylie smiled. Ricky had purchased the tickets as a surprise for her. Taylor had told him how much she’d loved the band, and it was sweet that he’d done that. She didn’t want to ruin his night, so she leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I can’t believe you made all this possible for me. You’re a good person.”
He skimmed his lips over her cheek. “I’d do anything for you. I’m happy we’re here together.”
Turning her face away, she gave him a quick hug, wishing she were as into him as he was into her. Before she could muse further, the doors opened and the group of them moved forward, following the crowd.
The venue was packed, and Kylie and her friends found their spot right in front of the stage. Telling the guys to guard their territory, the girls went up to the bar to order sodas. “This is a great show so far,” Taylor yelled over the music. “The local acts are kicking ass.”
“They are. It’s a great lineup,” she agreed as she grabbed several cocktail napkins. Kylie hated holding a plastic cup that dripped water as the ice melted down. It was one of her pet peeves. “You want a Diet Pepsi? They don’t have Coke products here.”
Ari and Mary nodded, and Kylie placed their order. As she waited for their drinks, she watched the local band rocking out, the lights flashing on the stage. From the corner of her eyes, a flash sparked in the darkness. Turning in the direction of the gleam, she spotted him, the strobe lights bouncing off his gold frames. A cruel smile stretched across his mouth, and her stomach turned to ice.
Grabbing Taylor’s arm, she spun her friend toward her. “He’s here. The guy with the purple Corvette is here.” She competed with the thunderous bass and hard rock vocals bouncing off the venue’s walls.
Taylor shook her head as she pointed to her ears. Kylie jerked her thumb in his direction, yelling, “There he is!” Taylor’s eyes shifted from Kylie to the spot where she pointed, then she shrugged again. Wild-eyed, Kylie looked over, but he was gone. She desperately searched the crowd, on alert for a glimmer of anything. But nothing. It was as though he was never there, and maybe he wasn’t. Maybe she’d imagined the whole thing.
By the time Black Stone Cherry took the stage, Kylie was a bundle of nerves, seeing sparking flashes everywhere, but none of them were from gold-framed sunglasses. When the concert ended, all she wanted to do was go back to her dorm and shut out the images of scantily-clad women all over Jerry and mirrored sunglasses. Of course, the group wanted to munch on pizza and talk about the concert, so she went along, laughing, talking, and eating even though her nerves were in overdrive.
When they arrived at the campus, Ricky walked her, Taylor, Mary, and Ari to their buildings. When they reached her room, Taylor opened the door and went inside, lightly closing it behind her. Kylie and Ricky stood in the brightly lit hallway, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. “I had a great time tonight. I hope you did.” Ricky shifted from one foot to another.
“Oh, yeah. It was awesome. Thanks again for taking me. The band was totally cool.” Silence spread over them, and she brought her hand up and nibbled on her thumb. He clasped her hand and pulled it away from her mouth then leaned in, his hand tilting her head back. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him away, her heart lurching when he winced then sagged against the wall, his shoulders hunched. “I’m sorry.” Her voice hitched.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like me?”
Sighing, she leaned against the door. “It’s me.
“This is going to be awesome,” Ricky said as he tugged her close to him. “Are you feeling it?”
Even though she was overwhelmed by a hollowness in her chest, Kylie smiled. Ricky had purchased the tickets as a surprise for her. Taylor had told him how much she’d loved the band, and it was sweet that he’d done that. She didn’t want to ruin his night, so she leaned in and whispered in his ear, “I can’t believe you made all this possible for me. You’re a good person.”
He skimmed his lips over her cheek. “I’d do anything for you. I’m happy we’re here together.”
Turning her face away, she gave him a quick hug, wishing she were as into him as he was into her. Before she could muse further, the doors opened and the group of them moved forward, following the crowd.
The venue was packed, and Kylie and her friends found their spot right in front of the stage. Telling the guys to guard their territory, the girls went up to the bar to order sodas. “This is a great show so far,” Taylor yelled over the music. “The local acts are kicking ass.”
“They are. It’s a great lineup,” she agreed as she grabbed several cocktail napkins. Kylie hated holding a plastic cup that dripped water as the ice melted down. It was one of her pet peeves. “You want a Diet Pepsi? They don’t have Coke products here.”
Ari and Mary nodded, and Kylie placed their order. As she waited for their drinks, she watched the local band rocking out, the lights flashing on the stage. From the corner of her eyes, a flash sparked in the darkness. Turning in the direction of the gleam, she spotted him, the strobe lights bouncing off his gold frames. A cruel smile stretched across his mouth, and her stomach turned to ice.
Grabbing Taylor’s arm, she spun her friend toward her. “He’s here. The guy with the purple Corvette is here.” She competed with the thunderous bass and hard rock vocals bouncing off the venue’s walls.
Taylor shook her head as she pointed to her ears. Kylie jerked her thumb in his direction, yelling, “There he is!” Taylor’s eyes shifted from Kylie to the spot where she pointed, then she shrugged again. Wild-eyed, Kylie looked over, but he was gone. She desperately searched the crowd, on alert for a glimmer of anything. But nothing. It was as though he was never there, and maybe he wasn’t. Maybe she’d imagined the whole thing.
By the time Black Stone Cherry took the stage, Kylie was a bundle of nerves, seeing sparking flashes everywhere, but none of them were from gold-framed sunglasses. When the concert ended, all she wanted to do was go back to her dorm and shut out the images of scantily-clad women all over Jerry and mirrored sunglasses. Of course, the group wanted to munch on pizza and talk about the concert, so she went along, laughing, talking, and eating even though her nerves were in overdrive.
When they arrived at the campus, Ricky walked her, Taylor, Mary, and Ari to their buildings. When they reached her room, Taylor opened the door and went inside, lightly closing it behind her. Kylie and Ricky stood in the brightly lit hallway, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. “I had a great time tonight. I hope you did.” Ricky shifted from one foot to another.
“Oh, yeah. It was awesome. Thanks again for taking me. The band was totally cool.” Silence spread over them, and she brought her hand up and nibbled on her thumb. He clasped her hand and pulled it away from her mouth then leaned in, his hand tilting her head back. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed him away, her heart lurching when he winced then sagged against the wall, his shoulders hunched. “I’m sorry.” Her voice hitched.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like me?”
Sighing, she leaned against the door. “It’s me.
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