Page 47 of We Thought We Were Invincible
I should have felt bad. I was lying to Colby, Kat, Morgan and everyone else. But instead, I felt exhilarated.
I didn't go back to the beach, I couldn't stand it. The broken pieces of my mom's board now rested beneath my bed, out of sight. The dream returned, but then Jamie was able to push it out of my mind.
Before we knew it, it was November. The weather grew cooler, and the rains lessened. I didn't skip any more school and even received an A for the story on our skydiving adventure. Mr.Chase told us that before the holidays we'd be reading some of them aloud.
Mr.Chase, he hung around the diner and I even saw him at home. The way Aunt Kat looked at him started to remind me of the way Mom gazed at the faceless man in my dream. It made me smile to see her that way, but also sad because it obviously hadn't ended well for my mom. If it had, I'd know my dad.
The school hall buzzed around me as I walked toward Creative Writing, which had become my favorite class.
Before I made it there, a hand gripped my upper arm, pulling me into the women's bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, whipping my head around to make sure we were alone. “You shouldn't be in here.”
Jamie grinned. He was getting riskier. I couldn't say I hated it.
Before I knew it, my back was pressed up against the door. I dropped my backpack to the ground and hooked my fingers into his belt loops, pulling him closer.
When his lips brushed against mine, I didn't think about anything else. I couldn't say if my mind was clear or just too full of this boy who'd taken me by storm.
“I missed my morning kiss,” he growled.
“Because you went on an early run with Colby.” I shrugged. “Not my fault.”
He pressed his mouth to the hollow of my throat and an embarrassing moan escaped me. His lips curved up against my skin, his words vibrating off it as he spoke.
“What are you doing to me, Callie?”
I pulled him in for another kiss.
“Colby had a chat with me about you the other day.” He broke away.
That cooled the fire in my veins in record time. I slipped out of his arms and walked toward the mirrors. Gripping the sides of the sink, I hung my head, refusing to look back at him.
“He talked to me about it too,” I admitted.
“What'd he say to you?”
“No.” I turned around. “You first.”
Jamie ran a hand through his hair with a sigh, shifting his feet. A look of anger crossed his face as he thought about it, but then it was gone.
“He says you're off limits. That he could tell I was into you, but you aren't the type of girl I usually go after.”
Now it was my time to be angry. “Well, excuse me if I'm not one of those pin-ups out there.” I gestured toward the hall. “So, my brother doesn't think I'm pretty enough or popular enough for the great Jamie Daniels?”
Jamie moved forward, grabbing my hips to keep me from stepping away from him. “No, Callie. Just… no.” He rested his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling. “He says I'm just going to mess with your mind.”
“Are you?” I whispered, closing my eyes as he pressed closer.
For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss me again, but he pushed himself away instead. “I don't know.”
I gripped the sink again to keep him from seeing my shaking hands. “He told me to let you down easy.”
“Is that what you're going to do?” he asked.
“It'd be easier,” I admitted, pausing. “But when has my life ever been easy?”
He stopped, shifting to look at me. “So, you want to keep doing this?”
