Glass Girl (A Young Adult Novel) by Laura Anderson Kurk Page A
Authors: Laura Anderson Kurk
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A hand appeared from under the blanket, grabbed hold of my ankle and squeezed, hard. I whispered an apology, and pulled my foot back. I tried not to stare as I leaned gingerly over them to crank open the window.
The room cooled down immediately and I parked myself back in my chair. If I knew where the stereo was, I’d turn down the obnoxious music. If it weren’t so cold outside, I’d go for a walk. If I knew how to hotwire cars, I’d take Tennyson’s and go home.
My phone in my pocket buzzed and I turned it on to read a text from Thanet.
Why are you at Taylor’s cabin?
I stood up and turned in a circle, looking for Thanet. I was both thrilled and angry at the possibility that he was there. I saw no sign of him, though, so I texted back.
Where are you? How did you know?
Haha. I have eyes everywhere. Do you have a car there?
I looked around the room again for clues about who might be feeding Thanet information. Tennyson was occupied, passing something around to smoke. It was ten o’clock and I should be getting home, but my ride was drunk and most likely high. And…walking with Matt toward the back of the cabin.
I’m here with Tennyson and she’s drunk. No wheels.
Falling back into my chair, I waited for Thanet to respond. I briefly considered calling my dad, but logic ruled. Either he’d ground me for being here in the first place and I’d never get to leave the house again or he’d wind up lost in the desolate Wyoming wilderness trying to find me and I’d never see him again. My phone buzzed with Thanet’s response.
I’m on it. Hang tight.
I smiled. Of course he was on it. He probably had a whole network of spies here and he’d bribe one of them into helping me. Hanging tight until then was my plan.
“Hey, Meg, what are you doing here?”
I glanced up to see Taylor’s brother, Luke—shiny, perfect, basketball player. At the moment, though, he was having trouble standing and his eyes were glazed. I laughed under my breath at how drunk he was, even though I was probably in grave danger of being puked on.
“Maybe you should sit down, Luke. Is the room spinning a little?”
He grinned and sat cross-legged on the floor next to me, using my leg as a brace and my lap as a pillow. “It’s just I didn’t really think you were the type. Quiet girls like you are usually disgusted by these shows of debauchery and passion.”
“Well, I was lured here under false pretenses.” I pushed his head toward my knees a little.
“Yep, you’re here with Tennyson.” His breath was hot and moist on my jeans. “She’s drunk.”
“I noticed. I’m learning a lot about her impulse control tonight.”
He grinned lazily. “Tennyson has always colored outside the lines. She’s been in love with Matt for a couple of years. He strings her along and sees her when he’s in town. She’d do just about anything for him. I tell her all the time, ‘whiskey is risky and it makes girls frisky.’ She probably lied to you so she’d have a DD to get her home.”
He glanced over his shoulder and snorted. “Matt and I have been friends since we were kids, but he’s not the best guy in the world. I’ve warned Taylor to stay away from him. But Tennyson? She’s always looking for trouble. Her older brother was a hellion.”
“She’s not as bad as you’re making her sound,” I said. “I like her. She’s smart. But this is a side of her I haven’t seen before.”
“You know what bothers me about girls like Tennyson?” He shifted a little and it knocked him off balance again. “They don’t get the whole ‘maybe you should be more subtle if you want a guy to honestly fall for you’ thing. You, on the other hand, seem to get it.”
I stared at him. How was he able to express himself like that when he was so jacked up? And was he making a play for me, really, or was that the alcohol talking?
“Well, little, tiny sister, I’d offer to drive you home, but I’m really not in any shape to get you there
The room cooled down immediately and I parked myself back in my chair. If I knew where the stereo was, I’d turn down the obnoxious music. If it weren’t so cold outside, I’d go for a walk. If I knew how to hotwire cars, I’d take Tennyson’s and go home.
My phone in my pocket buzzed and I turned it on to read a text from Thanet.
Why are you at Taylor’s cabin?
I stood up and turned in a circle, looking for Thanet. I was both thrilled and angry at the possibility that he was there. I saw no sign of him, though, so I texted back.
Where are you? How did you know?
Haha. I have eyes everywhere. Do you have a car there?
I looked around the room again for clues about who might be feeding Thanet information. Tennyson was occupied, passing something around to smoke. It was ten o’clock and I should be getting home, but my ride was drunk and most likely high. And…walking with Matt toward the back of the cabin.
I’m here with Tennyson and she’s drunk. No wheels.
Falling back into my chair, I waited for Thanet to respond. I briefly considered calling my dad, but logic ruled. Either he’d ground me for being here in the first place and I’d never get to leave the house again or he’d wind up lost in the desolate Wyoming wilderness trying to find me and I’d never see him again. My phone buzzed with Thanet’s response.
I’m on it. Hang tight.
I smiled. Of course he was on it. He probably had a whole network of spies here and he’d bribe one of them into helping me. Hanging tight until then was my plan.
“Hey, Meg, what are you doing here?”
I glanced up to see Taylor’s brother, Luke—shiny, perfect, basketball player. At the moment, though, he was having trouble standing and his eyes were glazed. I laughed under my breath at how drunk he was, even though I was probably in grave danger of being puked on.
“Maybe you should sit down, Luke. Is the room spinning a little?”
He grinned and sat cross-legged on the floor next to me, using my leg as a brace and my lap as a pillow. “It’s just I didn’t really think you were the type. Quiet girls like you are usually disgusted by these shows of debauchery and passion.”
“Well, I was lured here under false pretenses.” I pushed his head toward my knees a little.
“Yep, you’re here with Tennyson.” His breath was hot and moist on my jeans. “She’s drunk.”
“I noticed. I’m learning a lot about her impulse control tonight.”
He grinned lazily. “Tennyson has always colored outside the lines. She’s been in love with Matt for a couple of years. He strings her along and sees her when he’s in town. She’d do just about anything for him. I tell her all the time, ‘whiskey is risky and it makes girls frisky.’ She probably lied to you so she’d have a DD to get her home.”
He glanced over his shoulder and snorted. “Matt and I have been friends since we were kids, but he’s not the best guy in the world. I’ve warned Taylor to stay away from him. But Tennyson? She’s always looking for trouble. Her older brother was a hellion.”
“She’s not as bad as you’re making her sound,” I said. “I like her. She’s smart. But this is a side of her I haven’t seen before.”
“You know what bothers me about girls like Tennyson?” He shifted a little and it knocked him off balance again. “They don’t get the whole ‘maybe you should be more subtle if you want a guy to honestly fall for you’ thing. You, on the other hand, seem to get it.”
I stared at him. How was he able to express himself like that when he was so jacked up? And was he making a play for me, really, or was that the alcohol talking?
“Well, little, tiny sister, I’d offer to drive you home, but I’m really not in any shape to get you there
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