looking around me. Shit . “What happened to your hand?”
I turned my hand over, wincing as the fabric of the duvet scraped against the broken skin. “Nothing.”
“Err , Mum, why don’t you go see if Dad’s okay,” Grace said. Mum hesitated before leaving the room.
“ So…spill it. What happened with Tegan?” she said as soon as Mum’d shut the door.
“Nothing.”
“Oh, come on! You two could barely take your eyes off each other all weekend. I’m not an idiot, Luke, start talking.”
Fucking twin. T here was no way I was going to win this.
Blowing out a big breath, I launched into the whole thing. “Okay. The first night she arrived I took her bags up for her, our hands touched, one innocent touch that should be nothing, but she freaked and ran off.”
Grace pursed her lips and nodded. Blue eyes that mirrored mine shone in amusement. Glad she found the whole thing entertaining.
“When we were at the zoo and…had a ‘moment’, she freaked big time and ran away. It took me ages to find her and then she said she couldn’t get into anything. We talked and she told me she wanted to be friends, which was fine until we got back here. She can hug everyone but not me. I asked her what was going on and she just says it’s because I make her feel , whatever that means. Oh, then she left abruptly and I have no idea what’s going on.”
“Seriously? You don’t get it?” she asked, smirking.
“I don’t speak girl , Grace.”
“Come on, Luca s. Alison and Ava said she completely shut herself off when Simon died. She wouldn’t deal with anything, she hasn’t cried since before his funeral. She goes out, gets drunk and parties all the time. She won’t sing or play the piano anymore. She’s pushing everything and everyone away because it’s too painful. You make her feel something, which scares her because it means she will have to deal with everything and she’s not ready. That’s why she’s keeping you at a distance.” She broke into a huge smile. “God, I’m good.”
“Right,” I replied slowly. “ Okay. I guess that makes sense. I just have no idea what to do next. Should I call her?”
“You got it bad , haven’t ya?” she sang annoyingly.
“Just shut up and tell me what to do.”
Grace laughed and punched my arm. I did have it bad, though. No girl had ever made me feel like this before. It was stupid and frustrating but it wasn’t something I had any control over.
“I wouldn’t call her, she might not appreciate that and it would put her on the spot. Text her.”
“Okay, I’ll give that a try. Thanks, Grace.”
“Anytime.” She smiled and stood up to leave. “Oh , and the hand?”
“Punched the wall.”
“Of course you did. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”
As soon as she left I picked up my phone and stared at it, trying to decide on what to write. After pacing the room for a while I forced myself to send the message.
‘Hey, are you ok? I really need to talk about before. Lucas’
I pressed send and instantly regretted it. That was lame. Sighing, I ran my hands over my face and waited for her reply. A reply I wasn’t at all convinced I’d ever get.
Grace returned to my room a few minutes later with an ice pack for my swollen hand. “She replied yet?” she asked, placing the pack over my knuckles.
“ Thanks. No, not yet.”
“ No probs. And, hey, I’m sure she’ll reply soon.”
“Yeah, not sure I wanna hear it again, though.”
My phone beeped in my hand making me jump a little, her name showed up on the screen. Christ, I was nervous to open it, imagining two words that were probably waiting for me: Fuck off.
‘I’m fine. I’m sorry , I can’t.’
I stared at the text for a while. That was exactly what I expected but it still made me feel like shit.
“Well , what did she say?” I handed the phone to Grace without looking up. “Ah, I’m sorry, Luke. Just give her some time if she’s really what you want?” She put the phone
I turned my hand over, wincing as the fabric of the duvet scraped against the broken skin. “Nothing.”
“Err , Mum, why don’t you go see if Dad’s okay,” Grace said. Mum hesitated before leaving the room.
“ So…spill it. What happened with Tegan?” she said as soon as Mum’d shut the door.
“Nothing.”
“Oh, come on! You two could barely take your eyes off each other all weekend. I’m not an idiot, Luke, start talking.”
Fucking twin. T here was no way I was going to win this.
Blowing out a big breath, I launched into the whole thing. “Okay. The first night she arrived I took her bags up for her, our hands touched, one innocent touch that should be nothing, but she freaked and ran off.”
Grace pursed her lips and nodded. Blue eyes that mirrored mine shone in amusement. Glad she found the whole thing entertaining.
“When we were at the zoo and…had a ‘moment’, she freaked big time and ran away. It took me ages to find her and then she said she couldn’t get into anything. We talked and she told me she wanted to be friends, which was fine until we got back here. She can hug everyone but not me. I asked her what was going on and she just says it’s because I make her feel , whatever that means. Oh, then she left abruptly and I have no idea what’s going on.”
“Seriously? You don’t get it?” she asked, smirking.
“I don’t speak girl , Grace.”
“Come on, Luca s. Alison and Ava said she completely shut herself off when Simon died. She wouldn’t deal with anything, she hasn’t cried since before his funeral. She goes out, gets drunk and parties all the time. She won’t sing or play the piano anymore. She’s pushing everything and everyone away because it’s too painful. You make her feel something, which scares her because it means she will have to deal with everything and she’s not ready. That’s why she’s keeping you at a distance.” She broke into a huge smile. “God, I’m good.”
“Right,” I replied slowly. “ Okay. I guess that makes sense. I just have no idea what to do next. Should I call her?”
“You got it bad , haven’t ya?” she sang annoyingly.
“Just shut up and tell me what to do.”
Grace laughed and punched my arm. I did have it bad, though. No girl had ever made me feel like this before. It was stupid and frustrating but it wasn’t something I had any control over.
“I wouldn’t call her, she might not appreciate that and it would put her on the spot. Text her.”
“Okay, I’ll give that a try. Thanks, Grace.”
“Anytime.” She smiled and stood up to leave. “Oh , and the hand?”
“Punched the wall.”
“Of course you did. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.”
As soon as she left I picked up my phone and stared at it, trying to decide on what to write. After pacing the room for a while I forced myself to send the message.
‘Hey, are you ok? I really need to talk about before. Lucas’
I pressed send and instantly regretted it. That was lame. Sighing, I ran my hands over my face and waited for her reply. A reply I wasn’t at all convinced I’d ever get.
Grace returned to my room a few minutes later with an ice pack for my swollen hand. “She replied yet?” she asked, placing the pack over my knuckles.
“ Thanks. No, not yet.”
“ No probs. And, hey, I’m sure she’ll reply soon.”
“Yeah, not sure I wanna hear it again, though.”
My phone beeped in my hand making me jump a little, her name showed up on the screen. Christ, I was nervous to open it, imagining two words that were probably waiting for me: Fuck off.
‘I’m fine. I’m sorry , I can’t.’
I stared at the text for a while. That was exactly what I expected but it still made me feel like shit.
“Well , what did she say?” I handed the phone to Grace without looking up. “Ah, I’m sorry, Luke. Just give her some time if she’s really what you want?” She put the phone
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