Unraveling You 02 Raveling You by Jessica Sorensen Page B

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    Sends my pulse racing.
     
    Her green eyes melt away
     
    The chill always in my soul.
     
    I’m liquefying into something else,
     
    Someone I don’t understand,
     
    Someone different.
     
    Someone not so handcuffed to my past?
     
    I wish.
     
    God, I wish, that were true. That the stress of my life was coming to an end instead of just beginning.
     
    She prods the tip of her boot against mine. “You are doing okay with that, right? I mean, with all the touching we did in class?”
     
    I twist the tuning pegs on the top of the guitar handle. “I’m fine. I promise. You don’t need to constantly worry about me.”
     
    “That will never happen, so get over it.”
     
    Quiet stretches between us as I work on tuning my guitar and Lyric messes with one of the amps. She’s wearing a short black dress with red flowers on the bottom. Every time she bends over, she flashes me. I don’t look away. I have tried too many times and realize how pointless it is to fight my attraction to her anymore.
     
    “Oh, I thought of a name for our band.” She stands up straight, tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, and then her brows dip. “Wait. Were you just checking out my ass?”
     
    I shrug, staring at my guitar. “Maybe.”
     
    She laughs as she plops down beside me. “I so just busted you.”
     
    “Well, I wouldn’t call it busting me since you willingly stripped down in front of me in the car. I’ve seen pretty much everything already.”
     
    She teasingly bumps her shoulder into mine. “Are you trying to flirt with me right now, Shy Boy?”
     
    “Maybe a little.”
     
    She sweeps my hair out of my face. “You’re so adorable.”
     
    I restrain a smile. “You do realize guys don’t like being called adorable, right?”
     
    “Yeah, right. You totally love that I do. Love that I give you little nicknames that no one else gets. Admit it.”
     
    “No way am I giving you that much power over me.”
     
    She grins wickedly. “Oh, yes you will.” She tickles my side and my pulse soars erratically. “Because you love giving me what I want.”
     
     “True,” I easily admit.
     
    Her lips part to speak, but the buzz of her phone interrupts her. She scoops it up from the Sage’s stool, reads the message, and frowns.
     
    “Who is it?” I set my guitar down on the floor.
     
    “My dad.” She texts something back then sets the phone down on the cushion next to her. “He was wondering where I was, like he doesn’t know. I’m at the same place I am every Friday night.”
     
    “Are you two still fighting over the club thing?”
     
    “That and the fact that he and my mom think I’m bipolar.”
     
    “I’m sure they don’t really think you are. They just worry about you.”
     
    “Yeah, but instead of whispering about it behind my back, they should have told me.” She reclines back on the sofa. “All my life, I’ve been taught to just say things how they are, not to hold things in or keep secrets. I was taught to be honest even when it is hard. They should be the same way with me.”
     
    “I know. I’m not saying what they did wasn’t wrong.” I relax beside her. “But don’t be mad at them forever, especially when they care so much about you.”
     
    “I won’t, at least over the bipolar thing. The band thing, on the other hand…” She faces me, bringing her leg up onto the cushion and tucking it under her ass. “I just really wish he’d give us a chance, you know? I’m starting to wonder if he has confidence in my talent at all. Maybe this whole concern for my mental stability is an excuse.”
     
    “I’m sure that’s not what it is. He knows how talented you are,” I assure her. “He’s probably just worried about you entering that life. He does know firsthand how intense it is to be a rock star.”
     
    “I’m not trying to be a rock star to get famous.” She flops her head back and stares at the ceiling. “I just want to perform onstage and share