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“I’ve been telling Coach Carter to outlaw that blasted game. You don’t know how many times I get students in here with dodgeball injuries.” She grabbed an icepack from the freezer. “You’re sure nothing else is wrong? Your face is so very red.”
Every time she said it, I’m pretty sure I blushed harder. I placed the ice on my nose. Luckily the icepack was big enough to pretty much cover my entire face. “Nope, I’m good otherwise,” I said.
“Alright. Sit down for a minute and ice your nose then.”
I sat down on the little cot in the corner of her office. The thin mattress sagged as Felix sat down beside me.
“Seriously though,” Felix said. “Money doesn’t make up for a bad character. It doesn’t make up for anything. And I don’t think you’re a loser. You’re kind. And sweet. And funny. And easy to talk to.”
I placed my hand down on the cot between us. I was a coward earlier. But when there was an icepack hiding my face, I found it a lot easier to be brave. One of the things that stuck with me the most about Friday night was how comforting it was when Felix held my hand.
“And beautiful.” He placed his hand down on top of mine. “You’re really beautiful, Brooklyn.”
I was glad the ice pack was hiding my eyes, because they were tearing up. He’d called me beautiful on Friday night. I’d forgotten that underneath all the embarrassing things that had happened.
Our fingers intertwined. And for a few minutes we just sat in silence. I was pretty sure they were the best few minutes of my life.
He reached over and pulled the icepack down from my face. “And one day when your nose isn’t hurting, I’d really like to kiss you, newb.”
I stared into his blue eyes. I wanted to focus on the fact that he wanted to kiss me as badly as I wanted to kiss him, but a question in the back of my mind was suddenly all I could think about.
What if?I didn’t know my father.What if?I knew I looked nothing like Felix. I mean, Felix was Felix.What if?But my mind had already started racing.What if?It was possible. It was horribly possible.What if Felix and I were related?
I swallowed hard and forced myself to smile before I pulled the icepack back over my face. I needed to talk to my uncle before I accidentally kissed someone who could be my half-brother. Or cousin. Or…nephew? Was that even possible? I was horrified by the fact that Felix could be in any way related to me. But more so by the fact that I wanted for him to be my first kiss without even knowing the truth.Please God, don’t let Felix be related to me.
Untouchable - Chapter 12
Monday
I plopped my lunch tray down in front of Kennedy. “I have a serious problem.”
“Me too. Do these look okay in black and white or would color be better?” She slid a few pictures toward me. “I’m thinking color might be better.”
I stared down at the pictures of me molesting Matt’s face. As in more than one. More than one angle. More than one shot. “What the hell arethese?”
“You’re right. Color would be better. You can keep those in the meantime.”
“I asked you to delete that picture. And there’s even more?” I lifted them up and sorted through the nightmarish stack of photos. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I think you and Matt make a great couple. Just look at how he’s looking at you. He’s smitten.”
I noticed before that there were stars in my eyes. But I was pretty sure the same stars were reflected in Matt’s eyes. I shook my head. It was just in my imagination. He didn’t look at me inthatway. “Matt is ignoring me. And I’m avoiding him. We are not and never will be a couple. Can we focus on my problem for one second instead of whatever the hell this is?” I tossed the photos back at her.
“Mhm. But those are for you.” She slid them over to me again.
“I don’t want them.”
We proceeded to push them back and forth until I noticed Matt walking into the cafeteria.
Shit.I grabbed them and shoved them in my backpack.
“You’re welcome,” Kennedy said with a big smile.
“I didn't thank you.”
“You will eventually.” She shoved a huge forkful of spaghetti into her mouth. “How’s the whole avoidance plan going?”
“Not great.”
