Page 12 of Missing Linc
“Shit.” I pull away and my eyes widen. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
Linc looks shell-shocked. I can’t blame the guy.
“Oh my God, Linc. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I don’t know what—”
“It’s okay. It’s okay, Cam,” he reassures me, but I’m anything but. “Get home safe, okay?”
He helps me into the car, but I can’t tell if he’s angry or not.
“Look after him please, will you?” he says to the driver, and the guy nods and drives off.
I try to apologize once again, but I don’t get the chance. He’s already turned his back to the car and my window is up.
“If you need to throw up, there’s a bag in front of you,” the driver says.
I nod.
I can’t promise that I won’t. Because I certainly feel like throwing up. But I’m far more concerned with what I just did.
Why did you have to go and kiss the guy, Cam? Huh? What’s wrong with you?
The drinking.
I’ll blame it on the drinking.
I mean, it was the drink’s fault.
Oh, who am I kidding? Drunk or not I would have kissed him, anyway, sooner or later. How could I resist him?
CHAPTER3
Linc
I holdmy toothbrush under the tap, but I’m not looking at it. I’m looking at my lips in the bathroom mirror.
There’s nothing wrong with them, of course, but they feel different. Like they don’t belong to my body anymore. I don’t know who they belong to, but it ain’t me.
The effects of the alcohol—and the brain freezes—have long now worn off, so I don’t know why I’m still feeling like that.
“Whoop whoop!”
The memory of him leaning on me at the bench outside, of his drunken blabbering, of his scent in my nostrils—apples and sandalwood—hits me like a new wave of drunkenness.
As does the kiss.
He kissed me.
Why did he do that?
I mean, I know he was drunk at the time, but… why would he kiss me? Did he… does he think I’m gay?
He also had assumed I have an ex-boyfriend. Why would he make that assumption? Is it something I give off? Is it Isaac’s influence on me?
“That’s stupid,” I tell myself in the mirror.
Gay doesn’t rub off on someone.
It’s nothing. I’m sure it’s nothing. People assume Isaac is straight all the time. It’s probably just that. Just… a young kid turning the tables on societal norms.
