Read Online Rain 01 When It Rains by Lisa de Jong - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Lisa de Jong
Ads: Link
him before? I want to know it all, and I have no idea why. I haven’t cared about much of anything in two years. He’s different than other guys in Carrington. He has this confident yet mysterious thing about him that I can’t stop thinking about. I feel like he wants to know me, but not like he’s judging me. He’s not comparing me to anything that I used to be.
McNally’s house is quiet, but there’s an old black Mustang in the driveway that was never there before. I slow my pace just a little to get a better look before speeding off toward home.
I’m only a couple blocks away from my house when it starts to rain. It takes only seconds before my muscles tense and I start to feel dizzy. My legs are so tired, but I push myself as hard as I can to escape the weather. Whenever it rains, it all comes rushing back to me. Every single second of what happened that night flashes through my mind. I can see Drew. I remember the sharp pain he caused inside me, and the rough feel of his light stubble on my face.
My jaw and hands start to tingle by the time I finally reach my front door and run inside. I don’t bother taking off my shoes. I go straight to my room and turn the radio on so that it’s loud enough to mask the sound of the rain on my window. I lie in bed and let tears fall down my face, soaking my pillow until I can’t cry anymore. It should never be okay for someone to spend more time crying than they do smiling.
I remain in my room, listening to music for the remainder of the day, only getting up to take a shower and grab a sandwich from the kitchen. Having a day off work gives me too much time to think and I find myself actually looking forward to tomorrow.
I’m just finishing up with Ms. Carter when the door opens and Asher walks in. I stop wiping off the table and stand up straight, waiting to see what he’s going to do next. He’s wearing grey shorts and a black t-shirt that just grazes the top of his shorts and his blonde hair is as unruly as the first day I saw him. But today, he doesn’t look confident or sad; he looks unsure as he stands with his hands in his pockets.
He slowly walks toward me, a small smile playing on his lips. I have no idea what he’s going to do and it both excites me and scares me.
He stops two feet in front of me. “You look surprised to see me,” he says to me confidently.
I can’t take the eye contact anymore. It’s making me feel crazy things that I haven’t felt in forever. “No. I mean, I thought maybe you left town. It only takes a couple hours to see all this place has to offer.”
He laughs, leaning in close so I can feel his breath on my ear. “I saw you run by my house yesterday,” he whispers. I instantly jump back out of fear. I hate when people get that close to me. The only two people who I allow to touch me are my mom and Beau. I quickly look around the room to make sure no one has seen us, but we’re the only two people in the dining room. His eyes follow mine before they meet again. I can’t get his amused expression out of my head.
I take a deep breath to regain my composure. “I run every day,” I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
“Did you like my car? You seemed to be admiring it,” he says, running his teeth over his bottom lip. I’m drawn to them, but I quickly refocus my eyes on his.
“I’ve never seen a car like that up close before. It’s very nice,” I say, trying to suppress the warmth I feel on my cheeks.
“It’s a 1967 Mustang, fully restored.” He smiles. “I worked on it for two years to get it looking that good.”
We’re both still, locked in some sort of crazy awkward staring contest. I’m waiting for him to say something because I struggle with this social stuff. He obviously doesn’t, so I try to leave the ball in his court until I can’t take it anymore.
“So, do you want a table?” I finally ask, breaking the uneasy silence.
He smiles. “Yes, it’s been a couple days since I’ve had a
McNally’s house is quiet, but there’s an old black Mustang in the driveway that was never there before. I slow my pace just a little to get a better look before speeding off toward home.
I’m only a couple blocks away from my house when it starts to rain. It takes only seconds before my muscles tense and I start to feel dizzy. My legs are so tired, but I push myself as hard as I can to escape the weather. Whenever it rains, it all comes rushing back to me. Every single second of what happened that night flashes through my mind. I can see Drew. I remember the sharp pain he caused inside me, and the rough feel of his light stubble on my face.
My jaw and hands start to tingle by the time I finally reach my front door and run inside. I don’t bother taking off my shoes. I go straight to my room and turn the radio on so that it’s loud enough to mask the sound of the rain on my window. I lie in bed and let tears fall down my face, soaking my pillow until I can’t cry anymore. It should never be okay for someone to spend more time crying than they do smiling.
I remain in my room, listening to music for the remainder of the day, only getting up to take a shower and grab a sandwich from the kitchen. Having a day off work gives me too much time to think and I find myself actually looking forward to tomorrow.
I’m just finishing up with Ms. Carter when the door opens and Asher walks in. I stop wiping off the table and stand up straight, waiting to see what he’s going to do next. He’s wearing grey shorts and a black t-shirt that just grazes the top of his shorts and his blonde hair is as unruly as the first day I saw him. But today, he doesn’t look confident or sad; he looks unsure as he stands with his hands in his pockets.
He slowly walks toward me, a small smile playing on his lips. I have no idea what he’s going to do and it both excites me and scares me.
He stops two feet in front of me. “You look surprised to see me,” he says to me confidently.
I can’t take the eye contact anymore. It’s making me feel crazy things that I haven’t felt in forever. “No. I mean, I thought maybe you left town. It only takes a couple hours to see all this place has to offer.”
He laughs, leaning in close so I can feel his breath on my ear. “I saw you run by my house yesterday,” he whispers. I instantly jump back out of fear. I hate when people get that close to me. The only two people who I allow to touch me are my mom and Beau. I quickly look around the room to make sure no one has seen us, but we’re the only two people in the dining room. His eyes follow mine before they meet again. I can’t get his amused expression out of my head.
I take a deep breath to regain my composure. “I run every day,” I reply, shrugging my shoulders.
“Did you like my car? You seemed to be admiring it,” he says, running his teeth over his bottom lip. I’m drawn to them, but I quickly refocus my eyes on his.
“I’ve never seen a car like that up close before. It’s very nice,” I say, trying to suppress the warmth I feel on my cheeks.
“It’s a 1967 Mustang, fully restored.” He smiles. “I worked on it for two years to get it looking that good.”
We’re both still, locked in some sort of crazy awkward staring contest. I’m waiting for him to say something because I struggle with this social stuff. He obviously doesn’t, so I try to leave the ball in his court until I can’t take it anymore.
“So, do you want a table?” I finally ask, breaking the uneasy silence.
He smiles. “Yes, it’s been a couple days since I’ve had a
Similar Books
