right. I can play Scott, keep Isaiah, and find a way to take care of Mom.
He pulls something out of his back pocket and tosses it to me. I slide open a shiny new gray cell phone. “We saw Scott trash your cell so I bought a new one for you and put you on my plan.”
I quirk up a smile. “You got a plan?”
He shrugs. “Noah and I got a plan and we
put you on it. Cheaper that way.”
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“How…” Echo inspired. “Grown-up.”
“Yeah. Noah’s been doing a lot of that.”
“How did you know? That I’d be here? In
Groveton? At school?”
Isaiah focuses on the trees. “Echo. At the police station, she sat close enough to your uncle and your mom to overhear what was
going down. Then Echo talked Shirley into giving us the rest of the information. Scott told Shirley his plans.”
“Great,” I mumble. “I’m in debt to psycho bitch.” The moment I say it, I feel a twinge of remorse. She’s not entirely crazy, but the truth is our relationship is strained. She’s sweet and she’s nice and she makes Noah happy, but
she’s brought change…too much change…and
how can I like that?
He shifts from one side to another. That’s not good. “What else, Isaiah?”
“Echo sold a painting.”
I raise my eyebrows. “So?” Echo’s been
selling her paintings since last spring.
He reaches into his back pocket again and produces a wad of cash. Holy Mother of God, I’m going to start painting. “It was one of her favorites. Something she painted for her
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brother before he died. Noah was ticked
when he found out.” He holds out the money.
“She did it for you.”
Pissed. I’m beyond pissed. “I don’t want her charity.” She didn’t do it for me. She did it for Noah and Isaiah, but she mainly did it so I’d have to owe her and she knows that pride is one of the few things I rightfully own.
Isaiah closes the distance between us and shoves the bills in my back pocket before I have a chance to step away. “Take it. I want to know you have cash in case you need to bail quickly. It’s my debt to pay.”
The wad of cash feels heavy in my back
pocket. Even though I’m determined to see this year out, I also know that life sucks. It’s best to be prepared.
The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. “I gotta go.”
As I walk past him, Isaiah wraps a hand
around my arm. “One more thing.” His eyes darken into shadows. “Call me. Anytime. I swear to you, I’ll answer.”
“I know.” It takes a second to work up the courage to say it, but he’s my best friend and worth the words. “Thank you.”
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“Anything for you.” Isaiah releases me,
and as I walk back to school my fingers trace the area where my skin still burns from his touch. He’s my friend…my only friend.
I pull on the handle of the same door I’d snuck out of and my heart sinks as the door stays shut. No. I broke the cardinal rule of ditching: always make sure you can sneak back in. I wiggle the handle. Nothing. I wiggle the other door’s handle. Same result. The dread sparks deep in my stomach and becomes a
flash fire of panic in a heartbeat. I can’t get back in, which means I’ll be busted when I don’t show for next period. When Scott finds out, he’ll burst a blood vessel.
With both hands, I grab the handle again.
“Come on!” I yank. The door gives. A hand flies out, snatches my arm, and drags me into the building.
I glance up at my rescuer and my insides
become liquid when I see the most beautiful light brown eyes staring down at me. Ruining the moment, their owner speaks. “I’m not sure this is what your uncle meant by showing you around.”
“Damn, my life sucks,” I mutter.
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It’s Ryan. I really hate this town.
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Ryan
SKATER GIRL IS ON THE LOSING END of this moment. She snaps her arm out of my hand
and glares at me with those unblinking blue eyes. “I don’t want your
He pulls something out of his back pocket and tosses it to me. I slide open a shiny new gray cell phone. “We saw Scott trash your cell so I bought a new one for you and put you on my plan.”
I quirk up a smile. “You got a plan?”
He shrugs. “Noah and I got a plan and we
put you on it. Cheaper that way.”
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“How…” Echo inspired. “Grown-up.”
“Yeah. Noah’s been doing a lot of that.”
“How did you know? That I’d be here? In
Groveton? At school?”
Isaiah focuses on the trees. “Echo. At the police station, she sat close enough to your uncle and your mom to overhear what was
going down. Then Echo talked Shirley into giving us the rest of the information. Scott told Shirley his plans.”
“Great,” I mumble. “I’m in debt to psycho bitch.” The moment I say it, I feel a twinge of remorse. She’s not entirely crazy, but the truth is our relationship is strained. She’s sweet and she’s nice and she makes Noah happy, but
she’s brought change…too much change…and
how can I like that?
He shifts from one side to another. That’s not good. “What else, Isaiah?”
“Echo sold a painting.”
I raise my eyebrows. “So?” Echo’s been
selling her paintings since last spring.
He reaches into his back pocket again and produces a wad of cash. Holy Mother of God, I’m going to start painting. “It was one of her favorites. Something she painted for her
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brother before he died. Noah was ticked
when he found out.” He holds out the money.
“She did it for you.”
Pissed. I’m beyond pissed. “I don’t want her charity.” She didn’t do it for me. She did it for Noah and Isaiah, but she mainly did it so I’d have to owe her and she knows that pride is one of the few things I rightfully own.
Isaiah closes the distance between us and shoves the bills in my back pocket before I have a chance to step away. “Take it. I want to know you have cash in case you need to bail quickly. It’s my debt to pay.”
The wad of cash feels heavy in my back
pocket. Even though I’m determined to see this year out, I also know that life sucks. It’s best to be prepared.
The bell rings, signaling the end of lunch. “I gotta go.”
As I walk past him, Isaiah wraps a hand
around my arm. “One more thing.” His eyes darken into shadows. “Call me. Anytime. I swear to you, I’ll answer.”
“I know.” It takes a second to work up the courage to say it, but he’s my best friend and worth the words. “Thank you.”
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“Anything for you.” Isaiah releases me,
and as I walk back to school my fingers trace the area where my skin still burns from his touch. He’s my friend…my only friend.
I pull on the handle of the same door I’d snuck out of and my heart sinks as the door stays shut. No. I broke the cardinal rule of ditching: always make sure you can sneak back in. I wiggle the handle. Nothing. I wiggle the other door’s handle. Same result. The dread sparks deep in my stomach and becomes a
flash fire of panic in a heartbeat. I can’t get back in, which means I’ll be busted when I don’t show for next period. When Scott finds out, he’ll burst a blood vessel.
With both hands, I grab the handle again.
“Come on!” I yank. The door gives. A hand flies out, snatches my arm, and drags me into the building.
I glance up at my rescuer and my insides
become liquid when I see the most beautiful light brown eyes staring down at me. Ruining the moment, their owner speaks. “I’m not sure this is what your uncle meant by showing you around.”
“Damn, my life sucks,” I mutter.
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It’s Ryan. I really hate this town.
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Ryan
SKATER GIRL IS ON THE LOSING END of this moment. She snaps her arm out of my hand
and glares at me with those unblinking blue eyes. “I don’t want your
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