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before something else came along. This was apparently a copper-headed, gold hoop-wearing, trout-smelling bitch.
As if that wasn’t enough, Kate was probably just as mad as Lawrence was, and if I thought he was bad when he was angry, he had nothing on Kate.
Damn.
And so the tears started silently running again because all I wanted to do now was just get a ring from my mum telling me she had arrived back so I could catch the first available plane and get the hell out of there. Leave all this behind me and forget it even existed. Go back to my real home, call my real friends, flop down on my real bed, walk to the fish and chip shop and have some real food, and guzzle a ton of Red Bull. Go to college like I was supposed to, meet a decent guy who was nice, and friendly, and gentle, and caring, and much better looking than Kane.
Pshh . . . Who was I kidding? There was no one better looking than Kane. Perfection doesn’t do his looks justice. He was much more than perfect.
Lawrence’s eyes widened and he sighed. “Suranne, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just,” he ducked his head and kept his eyes on the floor, “I thought you were different,” he muttered.
“Lawrence I don’t know what you think is going on between Kane and me but I can assure you I haven’t done anything with him.”
Apart from kiss him in the early hours of the morning. And fantasise about him constantly.
His head snapped up and he looked at me in shock.
“You haven’t had sex with him?”
In my mind? Definitely.
“Uhh, no,” I replied, shifting my eyes from side to side, hoping that my blush wouldn’t betray me and my nightly dreams.
He seemed to believe me and he sighed in relief. His mouth spread into a wide grin and he patted the chair next to him as the class began to slowly fill up with students. I sat down next to him appreciatively and smiled back. “I’m sorry about what I said,” he murmured, his blue eyes warm and shining again as they gazed into mine.
“It’s OK.” I smiled back at him and he raised his hand slowly, brushing the tears away from my cheeks softly with the pad of his thumb. His eyes flitted to my lips for a few seconds before the teacher came in, and he reluctantly pulled away from me.
The day followed on sluggishly for me after that. At the end of every lesson my chest tightened and my heart thudded in my chest from the thought of running into Kane in the halls.
I never did, and for that I was grateful.
I did, however, have Lawrence escort me to all of my classes and was glad that he was here for me. I could tell from all the stares and the sideways glances from other people that, unlike them, Lawrence didn’t judge me anymore. But unlike them, he knew I hadn’t had sex with Kane Richards. They didn’t.
The bell rang to signal the end of school and I breathed a sigh of relief as I was met at the door by Lawrence, his bright blue eyes gleaming and a wide grin that, if Kane hadn’t existed, would count as being extremely sexy. He slung his arm around my shoulder and we made our way into the parking lot. I had accepted a ride home with him at lunch in the hope that I wouldn’t run into Kane.
I was taking no chances.
“So, Suranne, uhh, I was wondering, if umm, maybe, I don’t know, I just guess I would like it if you came back to my place and we hung out for a while. Kate’s always with us and I think it would be pretty cool if it was you and me,” Lawrence stuttered as I leaned against the passenger door and he leaned over me, his arm resting on the roof of his car, next to my head.
“Uh, sure,” I said absently, my eyes flitting around the lot, subconsciously looking for Kane. If I could get him on his own maybe I could scream at him and possibly spit in his too-beautiful face.
Or maybe kiss him again? Wait, what? Where the hell did that come from?
“Hey,” I heard Lawrence murmur whilst his hand cupped my chin and pulled me to face him. “You still with me? Looked
As if that wasn’t enough, Kate was probably just as mad as Lawrence was, and if I thought he was bad when he was angry, he had nothing on Kate.
Damn.
And so the tears started silently running again because all I wanted to do now was just get a ring from my mum telling me she had arrived back so I could catch the first available plane and get the hell out of there. Leave all this behind me and forget it even existed. Go back to my real home, call my real friends, flop down on my real bed, walk to the fish and chip shop and have some real food, and guzzle a ton of Red Bull. Go to college like I was supposed to, meet a decent guy who was nice, and friendly, and gentle, and caring, and much better looking than Kane.
Pshh . . . Who was I kidding? There was no one better looking than Kane. Perfection doesn’t do his looks justice. He was much more than perfect.
Lawrence’s eyes widened and he sighed. “Suranne, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just,” he ducked his head and kept his eyes on the floor, “I thought you were different,” he muttered.
“Lawrence I don’t know what you think is going on between Kane and me but I can assure you I haven’t done anything with him.”
Apart from kiss him in the early hours of the morning. And fantasise about him constantly.
His head snapped up and he looked at me in shock.
“You haven’t had sex with him?”
In my mind? Definitely.
“Uhh, no,” I replied, shifting my eyes from side to side, hoping that my blush wouldn’t betray me and my nightly dreams.
He seemed to believe me and he sighed in relief. His mouth spread into a wide grin and he patted the chair next to him as the class began to slowly fill up with students. I sat down next to him appreciatively and smiled back. “I’m sorry about what I said,” he murmured, his blue eyes warm and shining again as they gazed into mine.
“It’s OK.” I smiled back at him and he raised his hand slowly, brushing the tears away from my cheeks softly with the pad of his thumb. His eyes flitted to my lips for a few seconds before the teacher came in, and he reluctantly pulled away from me.
The day followed on sluggishly for me after that. At the end of every lesson my chest tightened and my heart thudded in my chest from the thought of running into Kane in the halls.
I never did, and for that I was grateful.
I did, however, have Lawrence escort me to all of my classes and was glad that he was here for me. I could tell from all the stares and the sideways glances from other people that, unlike them, Lawrence didn’t judge me anymore. But unlike them, he knew I hadn’t had sex with Kane Richards. They didn’t.
The bell rang to signal the end of school and I breathed a sigh of relief as I was met at the door by Lawrence, his bright blue eyes gleaming and a wide grin that, if Kane hadn’t existed, would count as being extremely sexy. He slung his arm around my shoulder and we made our way into the parking lot. I had accepted a ride home with him at lunch in the hope that I wouldn’t run into Kane.
I was taking no chances.
“So, Suranne, uhh, I was wondering, if umm, maybe, I don’t know, I just guess I would like it if you came back to my place and we hung out for a while. Kate’s always with us and I think it would be pretty cool if it was you and me,” Lawrence stuttered as I leaned against the passenger door and he leaned over me, his arm resting on the roof of his car, next to my head.
“Uh, sure,” I said absently, my eyes flitting around the lot, subconsciously looking for Kane. If I could get him on his own maybe I could scream at him and possibly spit in his too-beautiful face.
Or maybe kiss him again? Wait, what? Where the hell did that come from?
“Hey,” I heard Lawrence murmur whilst his hand cupped my chin and pulled me to face him. “You still with me? Looked
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