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Authors: Lisa de Jong
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been up to, college boy?” I ask, resting my head on my pillow.
“Are you changing the subject on me?” His voice is a mixture of amusement and frustration.
“Beau, please.”
“Fine,” he sighs. “I’ve been going to class, hitting the gym, studying, eating and sleeping. Nothing much more exciting than what you’ve been doing, I’m sure.”
He’s right. I’ve been working, running, and sitting alone in my bedroom.
And, every now and then, my mind wanders away from Beau and veers toward Asher. I barely know him, and I haven’t seen him since he left the note on the napkin, but I can’t help but wonder what he’s all about.
“How are your classes?”
“They’re not hard, but I had two papers assigned to me already this week. You know how much I fucking hate writing papers,” he replies.
“Yeah, but you’re good at it. I think you just hate them because they’re too easy for you,” I say, smiling slightly. Beau was one of the smartest kids in our class. He hasn’t decided what he wants to be when he “grows up,” but he can really do anything he wants.
“I guess I am,” he says. If I’m not mistaken, I think I can sense a smile in the tone of his voice. “Look, Kate, I hate to cut this short, but I have a class I need to get to. I’ll talk to you again tomorrow.” The last part sounds like more of a question than a statement.
“I work until two, but I’ll answer if you call me any time after that.”
Talking to Beau actually makes me feel better, rather than sad. I’m looking forward to talking to him again. I’m hoping that with each day, and each phone call, the distance between us will get a little easier to handle. Maybe I can make it without him here.
“You better.”
“Bye, Beau.”
“Bye, Kate.”
Since I have the whole day off, I’m going to run until my legs give out on me. I pull on a pair of gym shorts and a tank top before lacing up my tennis shoes. It’s the one thing I still like to do. It’s a way for me to clear my mind and let go of some of the pent up anger and stress that has taken residence in my body.
I close the front door and stand on the porch of our small one story house, stretching my legs and arms. Fall will be here soon, and the humidity has already started to dissipate, leaving a tolerable warm September day. Our small town has a few biking trails that are nice for running, but I choose to stay close to the busy streets. There are always lots of people and cars around—the only way I really feel safe.
I take off, letting my feet hit the pavement as I take in the sights and sounds, allowing all my thoughts to come to the forefront. My feet may be moving, but I’m still in the same place, trying to figure out what the future holds for Kate Alexander. I think about my mom and how she had me when she was about my age. I couldn’t imagine having a child right now. I think about my dad and what he would have been like. My mom says she only dated him for a couple months, and that he had quite the wild streak.
I think about all the things that have happened in my life, good and bad, but in the end I always end up focusing on the worst. I don’t know why I continue to do this to myself. I let it all play out in my head over and over until my legs can no longer carry me. Maybe I’m hoping that if I think about it enough, I won’t be able to think of it at all. I know that’s not going to happen, but that doesn’t mean I have to stop wishing for it.
I always run the same path, but today for some reason, I find myself detouring down Mr. McNally’s street. I know I’m just curiously looking for a glimpse of Asher or his life, but I can’t stop myself. Whenever there’s a puzzle, I want all of the pieces so that I can put it together. Whenever there’s a mystery, I want to solve it. It’s the main reason I wanted to study law.
Asher is a puzzle to me. Why is he in Carrington? Why does he look at me like he knows me when I’ve never seen
“Are you changing the subject on me?” His voice is a mixture of amusement and frustration.
“Beau, please.”
“Fine,” he sighs. “I’ve been going to class, hitting the gym, studying, eating and sleeping. Nothing much more exciting than what you’ve been doing, I’m sure.”
He’s right. I’ve been working, running, and sitting alone in my bedroom.
And, every now and then, my mind wanders away from Beau and veers toward Asher. I barely know him, and I haven’t seen him since he left the note on the napkin, but I can’t help but wonder what he’s all about.
“How are your classes?”
“They’re not hard, but I had two papers assigned to me already this week. You know how much I fucking hate writing papers,” he replies.
“Yeah, but you’re good at it. I think you just hate them because they’re too easy for you,” I say, smiling slightly. Beau was one of the smartest kids in our class. He hasn’t decided what he wants to be when he “grows up,” but he can really do anything he wants.
“I guess I am,” he says. If I’m not mistaken, I think I can sense a smile in the tone of his voice. “Look, Kate, I hate to cut this short, but I have a class I need to get to. I’ll talk to you again tomorrow.” The last part sounds like more of a question than a statement.
“I work until two, but I’ll answer if you call me any time after that.”
Talking to Beau actually makes me feel better, rather than sad. I’m looking forward to talking to him again. I’m hoping that with each day, and each phone call, the distance between us will get a little easier to handle. Maybe I can make it without him here.
“You better.”
“Bye, Beau.”
“Bye, Kate.”
Since I have the whole day off, I’m going to run until my legs give out on me. I pull on a pair of gym shorts and a tank top before lacing up my tennis shoes. It’s the one thing I still like to do. It’s a way for me to clear my mind and let go of some of the pent up anger and stress that has taken residence in my body.
I close the front door and stand on the porch of our small one story house, stretching my legs and arms. Fall will be here soon, and the humidity has already started to dissipate, leaving a tolerable warm September day. Our small town has a few biking trails that are nice for running, but I choose to stay close to the busy streets. There are always lots of people and cars around—the only way I really feel safe.
I take off, letting my feet hit the pavement as I take in the sights and sounds, allowing all my thoughts to come to the forefront. My feet may be moving, but I’m still in the same place, trying to figure out what the future holds for Kate Alexander. I think about my mom and how she had me when she was about my age. I couldn’t imagine having a child right now. I think about my dad and what he would have been like. My mom says she only dated him for a couple months, and that he had quite the wild streak.
I think about all the things that have happened in my life, good and bad, but in the end I always end up focusing on the worst. I don’t know why I continue to do this to myself. I let it all play out in my head over and over until my legs can no longer carry me. Maybe I’m hoping that if I think about it enough, I won’t be able to think of it at all. I know that’s not going to happen, but that doesn’t mean I have to stop wishing for it.
I always run the same path, but today for some reason, I find myself detouring down Mr. McNally’s street. I know I’m just curiously looking for a glimpse of Asher or his life, but I can’t stop myself. Whenever there’s a puzzle, I want all of the pieces so that I can put it together. Whenever there’s a mystery, I want to solve it. It’s the main reason I wanted to study law.
Asher is a puzzle to me. Why is he in Carrington? Why does he look at me like he knows me when I’ve never seen
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