My Soul to Keep (The Soul Keeper Series - Young Adult Paranormal Romance) by Melissa Solis
Authors: Melissa Solis
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I
am going home. Elijah is driving me. I'll call you tomorrow, byes Em.” I traipse
off toward the string of cars and look for Elijah's baby blue Camaro. The door
is unlocked and I get inside and recline the seat. I must have fallen asleep because
I am startled awake by the door clicking open. I hear Elijah slide into the
leather seat and I put my hand around his muscled forearm. I open one eye to
make sure it’s him before closing it again. I see his sweet smile reassure me before
I pass out.
Chapter 8 ~ Pajama Day
Ugh, is someone
seriously ringing my doorbell? It sounds like a thousand crashing symbols have
hit the tile floor. My head is killing me. What time is it anyway? Again, the
bell rings, sending another round of stabbing pain into my brain. Okay, okay,
I'm coming I mumble to myself. I feel incredibly dizzy when I sit up. I slowly
make my way downstairs. Someone will surely die for this. I find myself holding
on to the railing apparently still drunk from last night. Why did I drink so much?
Oh, yes, because of
you. Sam stands outside my door looking fresh and clean and fully awake. You
are the reason I nursed the soda-wine can last night, well half of the reason,
the other half is probably next door plotting all of the ways he will never let
me live this down. I don't even bother looking at a mirror. I know my hair is a
wreck and my teeth are un-brushed. I open the door anyway. My eyes are only
half way opened when I greet my visitor. I swing the door open wide and sweep
my arm inside.
"Come on
in." I pad to the living room in my bathrobe not bothering to look back
and see if he's following me. I am sure my appearance may have sent him running
in the other direction. I plop on the sofa and lay my head on the cool pillow.
"Well now, let
Dr. Montgomery take a look at his patient." He cracks open the top of a
bottle of Gator-aid and puts a couple of pills in my hand. "Here is some
ibuprofen for your head."
I pop the pills
into my mouth and barely lift my head to swallow them. The cold liquid rushes
down my throat and swims in my stomach.
"Thank you
Sam, but shouldn't you be tending to Avery's hangover." Sam sits on the
floor beside me.
"No Brennen, that’s
what I wanted to talk to you about. I met Avery this summer and it never went
anywhere. Last night Emily said you saw me kiss Avery but she actually kissed me. I told her that I had feelings for someone
else and she still kept trying to talk to me all night. I didn’t know what to
do. I was hoping to spend some time with you at the party but every time I went
to find you, you were in the company of some other guy or Avery would track me
down again. When you said you had a complicated love life you weren't kidding,
I guess I do too."
I move to sit up
and drink a long chug of the gator-aid hoping it will rehydrate me, drown out
this nasty feeling.
"My lack of a
love life is no more complicated than yours. Elijah and I shared one kiss and
he just wants to be friends. Jesson and I were just hanging out. He is in my
Government class. He didn't even hit on me."
"Wait, if
Elijah just wants to be friends then why is he always giving me murderous
looks."
"He's my
neighbor I guess he is just protective over me I don't know." I lie back
down as my head feels like it's in a vice.
Sam sits up
straight and looks around. I pry one eye open and try to figure out what he is
doing.
"Okay so
Elijah is nowhere in sight. When you’re feeling better can I take you out on a
date?"
I smile and cover
my eyes with my arms.
"No."
"Oh, um
okay." He sighs and begins to get up off the floor. I grab his hand,
smiling again.
"Why wait for
dinner? Today is pajama day, you can be totally
useless with me if you want." I catch his eye and he smiles.
"Only
if you let me buy the pizza."
"It’s a
date." I try to laugh but I am in too much pain. I drink down the rest of
the orange flavored drink and Sam finds the remote to the television. "I
am going to try to take a hot bath
am going home. Elijah is driving me. I'll call you tomorrow, byes Em.” I traipse
off toward the string of cars and look for Elijah's baby blue Camaro. The door
is unlocked and I get inside and recline the seat. I must have fallen asleep because
I am startled awake by the door clicking open. I hear Elijah slide into the
leather seat and I put my hand around his muscled forearm. I open one eye to
make sure it’s him before closing it again. I see his sweet smile reassure me before
I pass out.
Chapter 8 ~ Pajama Day
Ugh, is someone
seriously ringing my doorbell? It sounds like a thousand crashing symbols have
hit the tile floor. My head is killing me. What time is it anyway? Again, the
bell rings, sending another round of stabbing pain into my brain. Okay, okay,
I'm coming I mumble to myself. I feel incredibly dizzy when I sit up. I slowly
make my way downstairs. Someone will surely die for this. I find myself holding
on to the railing apparently still drunk from last night. Why did I drink so much?
Oh, yes, because of
you. Sam stands outside my door looking fresh and clean and fully awake. You
are the reason I nursed the soda-wine can last night, well half of the reason,
the other half is probably next door plotting all of the ways he will never let
me live this down. I don't even bother looking at a mirror. I know my hair is a
wreck and my teeth are un-brushed. I open the door anyway. My eyes are only
half way opened when I greet my visitor. I swing the door open wide and sweep
my arm inside.
"Come on
in." I pad to the living room in my bathrobe not bothering to look back
and see if he's following me. I am sure my appearance may have sent him running
in the other direction. I plop on the sofa and lay my head on the cool pillow.
"Well now, let
Dr. Montgomery take a look at his patient." He cracks open the top of a
bottle of Gator-aid and puts a couple of pills in my hand. "Here is some
ibuprofen for your head."
I pop the pills
into my mouth and barely lift my head to swallow them. The cold liquid rushes
down my throat and swims in my stomach.
"Thank you
Sam, but shouldn't you be tending to Avery's hangover." Sam sits on the
floor beside me.
"No Brennen, that’s
what I wanted to talk to you about. I met Avery this summer and it never went
anywhere. Last night Emily said you saw me kiss Avery but she actually kissed me. I told her that I had feelings for someone
else and she still kept trying to talk to me all night. I didn’t know what to
do. I was hoping to spend some time with you at the party but every time I went
to find you, you were in the company of some other guy or Avery would track me
down again. When you said you had a complicated love life you weren't kidding,
I guess I do too."
I move to sit up
and drink a long chug of the gator-aid hoping it will rehydrate me, drown out
this nasty feeling.
"My lack of a
love life is no more complicated than yours. Elijah and I shared one kiss and
he just wants to be friends. Jesson and I were just hanging out. He is in my
Government class. He didn't even hit on me."
"Wait, if
Elijah just wants to be friends then why is he always giving me murderous
looks."
"He's my
neighbor I guess he is just protective over me I don't know." I lie back
down as my head feels like it's in a vice.
Sam sits up
straight and looks around. I pry one eye open and try to figure out what he is
doing.
"Okay so
Elijah is nowhere in sight. When you’re feeling better can I take you out on a
date?"
I smile and cover
my eyes with my arms.
"No."
"Oh, um
okay." He sighs and begins to get up off the floor. I grab his hand,
smiling again.
"Why wait for
dinner? Today is pajama day, you can be totally
useless with me if you want." I catch his eye and he smiles.
"Only
if you let me buy the pizza."
"It’s a
date." I try to laugh but I am in too much pain. I drink down the rest of
the orange flavored drink and Sam finds the remote to the television. "I
am going to try to take a hot bath
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