Not Your Average Fairy Tale (Not Your Average Fairy Tale #1) by Chantele Sedgwick
Authors: Chantele Sedgwick
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hours. People acting like kids, couples making out in every corner. And me, sitting on a bench outside, watching it all unfold. Tessa was with me most of the time, pointing out cute guys.
When Scott came through the back doors, Tessa started toward the house.
"I'm gonna go grab a piece of pizza. Want anything?" she asked.
"Just some water," I said.
She looked at me funny, shrugged, and walked away.
I stood near the pool, watching some girls in dresses flirting with guys who were pretending to jump in. I wanted to shove them in myself.
Cameron found me two seconds later. It was as if he had been waiting for Tessa to leave me alone.
"Hey, Kendall," he said. "Having fun?" He stood next to the patio, a drink in one hand.
"Sure," I said. I wasn't sure if I should be happy he was talking to me or not.
"I'm glad you came. You look really nice tonight." His fingers brushed my arm and I cleared my throat, uncomfortable.
"Thanks."
"Look, I'm sorry about how I acted the other night. I didn't mean to make things weird. I was a jerk." He took a sip of his drink and my chest tightened.
"What’s that?" I asked. My heart started beating faster, the blood rushing to my face. The stench of the cup's contents assaulted my nose, putting my whole body on edge.
"Oh, this?" He took a step back, his hand covering the top of the paper cup. "It's nothing." His easy smile was back, but his eyes were guarded.
"Are you drinking ?" My heart was racing now. Images began dancing behind my eyes.
The car careening out of nowhere, not even giving me enough time to scream.
Flashing blue and red lights.
Faces hovering above me as I lay bleeding on the ground.
Me, screaming for my dad.
My eyes burned, blurred by the tears that threatened to spill over. I was having another attack, and couldn't do anything about it. I was barely aware of Cameron still standing in front of me until he spoke again.
"Kendall, it's not what you think."
My head snapped up, and my eyes re-focused. There was nothing he could say to stop the anger pulsing through my body.
My fists clenched at my sides. "Don't you dare make up excuses! You know how I feel about that ... that ..." I sucked in a breath, trying to keep myself under control.
His eyes widened, and he glanced around. "Hey, don't be like this. I'm sorry. I didn't even think about your dad when I picked it up. It was stupid." Avoiding my eyes, he dumped the liquid into the grass a few feet away. "Look. Problem solved."
"You think this is just about my dad? Do you even remember what happened to me?"
"Kendall–" he started.
"I was in that accident too, Cameron."
He hesitated. "I know that. I know you're still upset that your dad died. I can't imagine what that feels like, but you need to move on. You're alive. You're fine.”
"I'm not fine, Cam. Especially right now." I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "Do you remember what caused the accident?"
"Yes, but–"
"My dad died because of a drunk driver. Because some stupid teenager thought it would be okay to drink and drive." My jaw clenched, and my body shook with rage. "My dad died, and the other driver walked away without a scratch!"
He grabbed my arm and leaned closer, the alcohol on his breath overwhelming, making me dizzy. "I wasn't going to drive home, Kendall. I'm not that stupid."
"It doesn't matter! Do you have any idea what the sight or the smell of that does to me?" I noticed people watching us, but I didn't care.
He put his hands on my shoulders, his fingers digging in to my skin. "Calm down. People are looking," he growled.
I shrugged away. "Don't tell me to calm down." I was breathing hard, holding my tears back.
"Come on, Kendall." He glanced around again. "Let me take you home and we can talk about this. Just not here in front of everyone. People are staring."
"There is no way I'm getting into a car with you."
His eyes widened. "I only had a sip! Quit making such a big deal out of nothing." He grabbed my arm and
When Scott came through the back doors, Tessa started toward the house.
"I'm gonna go grab a piece of pizza. Want anything?" she asked.
"Just some water," I said.
She looked at me funny, shrugged, and walked away.
I stood near the pool, watching some girls in dresses flirting with guys who were pretending to jump in. I wanted to shove them in myself.
Cameron found me two seconds later. It was as if he had been waiting for Tessa to leave me alone.
"Hey, Kendall," he said. "Having fun?" He stood next to the patio, a drink in one hand.
"Sure," I said. I wasn't sure if I should be happy he was talking to me or not.
"I'm glad you came. You look really nice tonight." His fingers brushed my arm and I cleared my throat, uncomfortable.
"Thanks."
"Look, I'm sorry about how I acted the other night. I didn't mean to make things weird. I was a jerk." He took a sip of his drink and my chest tightened.
"What’s that?" I asked. My heart started beating faster, the blood rushing to my face. The stench of the cup's contents assaulted my nose, putting my whole body on edge.
"Oh, this?" He took a step back, his hand covering the top of the paper cup. "It's nothing." His easy smile was back, but his eyes were guarded.
"Are you drinking ?" My heart was racing now. Images began dancing behind my eyes.
The car careening out of nowhere, not even giving me enough time to scream.
Flashing blue and red lights.
Faces hovering above me as I lay bleeding on the ground.
Me, screaming for my dad.
My eyes burned, blurred by the tears that threatened to spill over. I was having another attack, and couldn't do anything about it. I was barely aware of Cameron still standing in front of me until he spoke again.
"Kendall, it's not what you think."
My head snapped up, and my eyes re-focused. There was nothing he could say to stop the anger pulsing through my body.
My fists clenched at my sides. "Don't you dare make up excuses! You know how I feel about that ... that ..." I sucked in a breath, trying to keep myself under control.
His eyes widened, and he glanced around. "Hey, don't be like this. I'm sorry. I didn't even think about your dad when I picked it up. It was stupid." Avoiding my eyes, he dumped the liquid into the grass a few feet away. "Look. Problem solved."
"You think this is just about my dad? Do you even remember what happened to me?"
"Kendall–" he started.
"I was in that accident too, Cameron."
He hesitated. "I know that. I know you're still upset that your dad died. I can't imagine what that feels like, but you need to move on. You're alive. You're fine.”
"I'm not fine, Cam. Especially right now." I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "Do you remember what caused the accident?"
"Yes, but–"
"My dad died because of a drunk driver. Because some stupid teenager thought it would be okay to drink and drive." My jaw clenched, and my body shook with rage. "My dad died, and the other driver walked away without a scratch!"
He grabbed my arm and leaned closer, the alcohol on his breath overwhelming, making me dizzy. "I wasn't going to drive home, Kendall. I'm not that stupid."
"It doesn't matter! Do you have any idea what the sight or the smell of that does to me?" I noticed people watching us, but I didn't care.
He put his hands on my shoulders, his fingers digging in to my skin. "Calm down. People are looking," he growled.
I shrugged away. "Don't tell me to calm down." I was breathing hard, holding my tears back.
"Come on, Kendall." He glanced around again. "Let me take you home and we can talk about this. Just not here in front of everyone. People are staring."
"There is no way I'm getting into a car with you."
His eyes widened. "I only had a sip! Quit making such a big deal out of nothing." He grabbed my arm and
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