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Several texts. I pull the phone away from my face to read the messages. Like big trouble. I put the phone back to my ear.
She responds with a panoramic picture of what looks to be the parking lot of her high school. Today the drama seems to be warranted. After quickly saying goodbye to Megan, I shoot another text to Ryan. Be right there. I throw on some leggings and an oversized T-shirt that maybe should have been in the laundry instead of on the chair in my bedroom. U R the best! Pick up an iced caramel macchiato on your way? I pull my car up to the parking space closest to the commotion and survey the situation before getting out.
She rarely misses an opportunity to protest when she feels a person or a group has been wronged. Another day she joined her church youth group at Civic Hall to protest the taxation of groceries. Once she handed out pamphlets at Crown Center about the plight of the sperm whales.
But I do care a lot about the emotions of this fiercely passionate girl. Immediately I hear Ryan. Though class has surely started, there is a small crowd gathered near her.
Several adult women are there—probably administrators—a couple of teenage girls, and a police officer. I head toward them. The cop is talking with one of the adults as I approach, his back to me.
I know the type. I brace myself for our upcoming interaction.
Carry her fireman style. She has black hair, pasty white skin that is so unnatural it had to have been applied, and red, red lips. I have a feeling seduction is her primary hobby, if not a part-time job.
But I appreciate the use of the bolt cutters. Now that I look, I can actually see a pool of silver links by the tree on this side of the road. Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. What did you do? Patiently, I stand behind the cop waiting for a good time to interrupt. You could touch me, Officer Kelly. And then I understand what all the fuss is about. Like, I-forgot-what-I-was-going-to-say hot. I-should-have-shaved-my-legs hot. His body? His closely trimmed beard? His sober expression? His thick arms fill out his sleeves, and even with all his gear on, I can tell his shoulders are broad and his waist is trim.
His cheeks and jaw are chiseled, the jut of his chin almost hidden by his beard. His nose is straight and strong, and, then, damn. You are. Too professional. Just as soon as I remember what facts are. Livia Ward. Both were unavailable. Silently, I continue to fume. She texted me when she thought she might be in trouble.
Just what I need. A ticket for driving without a license.
What exactly is happening? She has a name. I found them!
He turns toward the woman and nods appreciatively with just enough smile to send a blush crawling up her face. His smile is actually killer. Officer Kelly returns his attention to me. Refused to move? Are you kidding me? Thank you for coming. At least she seems like an easier pushover than Officer No Nonsense. Half of the school saw what she did here today. Make sure no one misses it when they drag her away in handcuffs later too?
Ryan can even make a statement. Sound good, Ryan? If you can get her back in class without any press finding out, that is. Ryan and I have a bond. Cheer uniforms! Because some boy complained it made him think impure thoughts. And maybe a part of me agreed.
Into my bed. She really was thoughtful to try like she did. It was just still difficult for me to know how to deal with people who cared about me besides Norma and Ben.
Which was silly, probably. And that took getting used to. That meant I was off the hook, and I willed my attention to turn to work. I let out a long breath and opened up the shared folder on my computer labeled Restaurant.
While I was mainly in charge of operations and Laynie was in charge of marketing and human resources, we found our best innovative ideas happened together.
So even though she primarily worked days and I worked nights, we made sure our hours overlapped several times a week so that we could collaborate and touch base. Friday nights we ran the club together. He was as controlling as she was obsessive. Somehow the two made it work. Perfectly, even.
However they did it, I was grateful that we had shifts together. Besides being a good friend, she was an amazing businesswoman. Presently, we were looking at chefs. The recurring date had strengthened our friendship. Norma, my sister, sometimes joined us, and every now and then Ben and Eric as well. It was a night that I looked forward to with as much intensity as I dreaded the loneliness of the Wednesday night that preceded it.
Obsessing again. It has a nice ring. But I had no strength when it came to JC, and Alayna knew it. I twisted my seat toward her and glared. She was staring out into space though and missed my evil eye. Jordan and Gwen.
I like that. Real catchy. Do you want me with him or not? I mean, I want you happy. So I wish he would come the fuck back from wherever he disappeared to and do that. I know, I know. He sounds amazing. Perfect for you. And after everything Hudson and I went through, I believe that love can overcome incredible obstacles.
I wanted to believe it too. He has to be here.
How much of your life is worth letting pass by while you wait for him to show up? What if he never shows up? I was lost.
But the heart of me—the part that believed in love and ever after and sweet kisses and romance—that part of me was lost. Seen pieces of myself that had hinted it was inside me. Without JC. But Alayna had a point. How long could I wait before at least pretending to move on?
Laynie was silent for a moment, and I could hear the wheels in her head turning. Merely a habit? And with that clarity, I realized that was exactly what I had to do—give him up. Laynie was right. I had to check in to JC Anonymous. I had to quit. Lauren of yours say is the way to stop? A date that you plan to quit waiting, or, in my case, obsessing, and then on that date, you stop. Like a job. Hand in your notice today and know that this is all the time you have left before you move on.
But it works. Nothing really works except not giving up. It would be easy to apply her words to reasons to not quit JC. That he had to go into protection until the trial. I had no way of knowing when the trial would end, and when it did, he was the one who had to find me. In my case, protection from my father. I had faith that he could find me.
But would he look? Because, yes, I still had feelings for him, but really, when I thought about it logically, it was ridiculous that I did. Ninety-five percent of that had been just sex. So what was it I was actually waiting around for?