but I couldn't
lie to myself.
"I just don't get it." Jamie said as he chewed on his
straw. "It's not that you're not, you know, cute Salem, but I
really don't think you're his type at all."
"Thank you Jamie, for your insight." I sipped my
drink.
"Hey, I'm just saying."
Chloe slid the straw out of her drink and used a
spoon to scoop out the whipped cream. "Well, it doesn't matter
anyway, why Josh is interested, because it's not like Salem's
interested back." She eyed me curiously when I didn't say anything
right away. I knew she was expecting me to agree with her.
"Right?"
I nodded vigorously, although my heart wasn't into
the agreement. I was sort of interested. "Right. I'm not
interested at all. He's a jerk."
I didn't think she was convinced of my vehemence
because she asked, "If he asked you out, you'd say no, wouldn't
you?"
"Of course." I avoided her gaze as I said the words.
Instead, I concentrated on picking up a piece of chocolate with the
tip of my straw.
She nudged me in the arm, and my chocolate flake
dropped onto the table. "Salem. I can't believe you're considering
going out with him."
"Holy crap, Chloe, he hasn't even asked me out." I
dabbed at the chocolate on the table with my napkin. "Why are we
even discussing this?"
"Because we basically have nothing else interesting
to talk about," Jamie said.
"That new band Supernatural is coming to
town," Chloe offered, as she licked whipped cream off her chin. "We
should go."
Jamie smirked. "I hate those guys."
"What? You just downloaded their latest CD," she
said.
"Yeah, that's why I hate them. It sucked donkey
balls."
Chuckling, I stood. "I'm going to hit the head."
I made my way over to the ladies' room in the far
corner of the shop. Both stalls were empty when I entered and I
quickly used one, humming a little tune as I did. But when I came
out the tune stuck in my throat and I nearly choked.
Trevor sat on the counter near the sink, a café mocha
in his hand. He sipped it, his gaze never leaving my face.
I gaped, my mouth opening and closing like a guppy.
"What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Trying to help you."
I went to the sink, turned on the water and washed my
hands. As I dried them with the paper towel, I scowled at him. "How
did you get in here anyway? Is the men's room all full or
something?" I tossed the wet towel in the garbage.
He motioned toward the door. "I came in through the
door, genius. I placed an out of order sign on it and locked it so
we aren't disturbed."
"You can't just pop in here uninvited and expect me
to be all grateful and happy about it."
"I don't, but I do expect you to listen at
least."
"Why should I?"
"Because I'm going to tell you the whole truth but
only if you promise not to freak out."
"Dude, I'm already freaking out. How much worse could
it get?"
"Oh, it's going to get a lot worse, trust me."
"Well, that's the thing, I don't. I don't have any
idea who you are."
"I'm the band's roadie. I've been with them for three
years now."
My heart sped up and my palms went all sweaty. Panic
was starting to settle inside. I didn't think I wanted to hear what
Trevor had to say. He was going to tell me what I feared had
happened that night. He was going to confirm that I'd been
raped.
"You can tell Thane that I don't remember what
happened that night. I'm not going to go to the cops or
anything."
"The cops couldn't help you anyway."
The way he said it, the menace in his voice, made the
little hairs on my arms stir. A lump formed in my throat. I looked
around the bathroom searching for anything I could use as a weapon
if I had to. A warning bell sounded in my head. He was here to
strike fear into my heart. And it was working real well. My heart
was all but dripping with it.
He must've sensed my rising alarm, the instinct to
fight or flee, because he set the drink down and slid off the
counter to stand next to me. Was he going to grab me?
In a panic, I picked up the liquid soap dispenser on
the counter and threw
lie to myself.
"I just don't get it." Jamie said as he chewed on his
straw. "It's not that you're not, you know, cute Salem, but I
really don't think you're his type at all."
"Thank you Jamie, for your insight." I sipped my
drink.
"Hey, I'm just saying."
Chloe slid the straw out of her drink and used a
spoon to scoop out the whipped cream. "Well, it doesn't matter
anyway, why Josh is interested, because it's not like Salem's
interested back." She eyed me curiously when I didn't say anything
right away. I knew she was expecting me to agree with her.
"Right?"
I nodded vigorously, although my heart wasn't into
the agreement. I was sort of interested. "Right. I'm not
interested at all. He's a jerk."
I didn't think she was convinced of my vehemence
because she asked, "If he asked you out, you'd say no, wouldn't
you?"
"Of course." I avoided her gaze as I said the words.
Instead, I concentrated on picking up a piece of chocolate with the
tip of my straw.
She nudged me in the arm, and my chocolate flake
dropped onto the table. "Salem. I can't believe you're considering
going out with him."
"Holy crap, Chloe, he hasn't even asked me out." I
dabbed at the chocolate on the table with my napkin. "Why are we
even discussing this?"
"Because we basically have nothing else interesting
to talk about," Jamie said.
"That new band Supernatural is coming to
town," Chloe offered, as she licked whipped cream off her chin. "We
should go."
Jamie smirked. "I hate those guys."
"What? You just downloaded their latest CD," she
said.
"Yeah, that's why I hate them. It sucked donkey
balls."
Chuckling, I stood. "I'm going to hit the head."
I made my way over to the ladies' room in the far
corner of the shop. Both stalls were empty when I entered and I
quickly used one, humming a little tune as I did. But when I came
out the tune stuck in my throat and I nearly choked.
Trevor sat on the counter near the sink, a café mocha
in his hand. He sipped it, his gaze never leaving my face.
I gaped, my mouth opening and closing like a guppy.
"What the hell are you doing in here?"
"Trying to help you."
I went to the sink, turned on the water and washed my
hands. As I dried them with the paper towel, I scowled at him. "How
did you get in here anyway? Is the men's room all full or
something?" I tossed the wet towel in the garbage.
He motioned toward the door. "I came in through the
door, genius. I placed an out of order sign on it and locked it so
we aren't disturbed."
"You can't just pop in here uninvited and expect me
to be all grateful and happy about it."
"I don't, but I do expect you to listen at
least."
"Why should I?"
"Because I'm going to tell you the whole truth but
only if you promise not to freak out."
"Dude, I'm already freaking out. How much worse could
it get?"
"Oh, it's going to get a lot worse, trust me."
"Well, that's the thing, I don't. I don't have any
idea who you are."
"I'm the band's roadie. I've been with them for three
years now."
My heart sped up and my palms went all sweaty. Panic
was starting to settle inside. I didn't think I wanted to hear what
Trevor had to say. He was going to tell me what I feared had
happened that night. He was going to confirm that I'd been
raped.
"You can tell Thane that I don't remember what
happened that night. I'm not going to go to the cops or
anything."
"The cops couldn't help you anyway."
The way he said it, the menace in his voice, made the
little hairs on my arms stir. A lump formed in my throat. I looked
around the bathroom searching for anything I could use as a weapon
if I had to. A warning bell sounded in my head. He was here to
strike fear into my heart. And it was working real well. My heart
was all but dripping with it.
He must've sensed my rising alarm, the instinct to
fight or flee, because he set the drink down and slid off the
counter to stand next to me. Was he going to grab me?
In a panic, I picked up the liquid soap dispenser on
the counter and threw
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