Page 34 of Missing Linc
“So what if you are? Does that mean I can’t like you and want to be with you?”
He pulls away from my arms and walks down the corridor into my bedroom.
“Of course you can. But it means you’ll get bored of me and move on,” he says, putting his jeans on.
“I won’t get bored.”
“How do you know? You don’t even know me.”
“Then let me know you,” I say.
He puts his T-shirt on as well and then sighs looking at me.
“I don’t know, Linc. I… I need to think,” he says.
“Don’t let her ruin what we could have. Please, Cam. Let me take you out. Let’s go on a date,” I say, chasing after him in his search for his shoes.
“I-I don’t know, Linc,” he insists.
Just as he opens the door and makes to leave, I grab him and turn him to me, giving him a deep, meaningful kiss. One that says I’m not messing about.
“Please?”
He nibbles on his lower lip for what feels like a century before he finally accepts.
“Fine. I’ll go out with you.”
“Great,” I say and kiss him again. “Are you free tonight?”
He shakes his head.
“I can maybe ask for an evening off on Sunday, but I don’t know. It might have to be next week since my work schedule is already out for this week.”
“Okay,” I say. “Speak to your manager, and I’ll plan something.”
He gives me a half-hearted smile, and I give him another kiss as I try to convince myself that he’s fine. He’s just come face to face with Makayla. Of course he’s shaken. You can’t shake that woman off so easily. I should know. I’ve had practice and experience and yet I still can’t.
“See you tomorrow,” he says and leaves, closing the door behind him.
At least we’ll be seeing each other in rehearsals. At least he can’t escape from me there.
Or that’s what I try to convince myself as I head into the shower.
Showers for one are so fucking boring.
CHAPTER8
Camden
You’d expectAutumn to be sulking all week for not getting the job at the zoo—I don’t know why, she’d be great as an ape—but she isn’t.
Okay, yeah, she was an Autumn Emo on Monday after she heard back, but she’s been low-key excited after. To the point where I think she’s either on drugs or slowly losing it.
The former I can’t believe, but the latter… well, let’s just say I wouldn’t be surprised.
I love my sister, I really do. She’s been here for me when my parents weren’t. She took me under her wing and brought us to New Harlow where I could be myself away from the toxicity of our family, but sometimes she drives me absolutely, painstakingly, impossibly up the wall.
“So…” Autumn says as we start stretching with yoga in our living room.
