vacant stare. "We had
to take turns sitting with you after that."
"Seth
is probably convinced I'm another psycho woman to steer clear from," I
sighed.
Shelley
snorted, "Please. He's been here every day to make sure you're okay.
Though I'm sure he wondered after you pounded on him for trying to calm you
down. More than once."
I
felt the blood rush in to paint my cheeks, "Great. Just freaking
great."
Shelley
patted my hand and pushed away from the table. She walked over to the counter
and retrieved a small scrap of paper. Handing it to me, she said, "Here,
this is for you."
There
was a phone number written on it and I narrowed my eyes in confusion,
"What's this?"
"Um?
Phone number? Hello?" She laughed and knocked gently on my head.
"Anybody home? It's Seth's phone number. He wants you to call him when
you're up to it."
I
chewed on my bottom lip and contemplated the number. She scooted my cell phone
across the table under my nose causing me to stare up at her, "I can't
call him. You crazy?"
I
swore her green eyes began to sparkle, "Okay fine." She snatched the
phone and the number away from me. "I'll call him for you then."
My
mouth snapped open, "You wouldn't dare!" But I knew she would and in
fact was already pressing in his number.
"Hey
Seth. This is Shelley. Jaq wanted me to call and let you know she's feeling
much better today and would like for you to give her a call sometime.
Soon," she said. She disconnected the call and tossed me the phone with a
smug grin on her face, "Here keep this close. You'll need it."
Chapter 12
With
everything that had happened in the past couple of weeks, I hadn't gotten a
chance to unpack all of my things. So I spent what was left of the morning and
part of the afternoon doing laundry and emptying boxes. Shelley had managed to
get her stuff moved in a little at a time without my even being aware of her
doing so.
While
I tried to get my room more organized there were so many different thoughts flashing
through my head, things I tried not to focus on for too long. My heart hollowed
when I thought about the last words Brad and I had spoken to each other. They were
so tense, to say the least. Part of me wanted to hate Damon Blackwell for what
had happened, but in reality I knew it wasn't his fault. I guess I was just looking
for someone besides myself to blame.
Then there was Seth Thomas. It was kind
of crazy how meeting Seth caused me to doubt my relationship with Rick. Then
the next time we meet, he wound up saving my neck by offering me a ride home.
Brad was supposed to have been my ride home from the party that night and by
all rights, I could very well have been riding in his truck with him when he
crashed. How was it that I'd never even kissed Seth Thomas and yet he'd already
managed come to my rescue? Twice?
"Is
there even a floor under there?" Shelley said as she leaned against the
door frame and grinned. I frowned and she shoved my cell phone at me. She
mouthed the name "Seth."
After
the call ended I couldn't remember much of the conversation. To be honest, he
lost me at: "Do you want to hang out with me tonight?" I only hoped I
hadn't sounded like a complete moron or worse yet, a love-struck fourteen-year-old.
Because, I'm not gonna lie, that's pretty much how he made me feel.
"So,
I take it that went well?" Shelley beamed when I slid into the kitchen
with a mile-wide grin snaking across my face.
"It
was okay," I feigned nonchalance with a shrug. "We're going out
tonight."
Shelley
flew off her chair, nearly toppling it over in her excitement and let out a
squeal. We hugged and jumped up and down. Okay,
to take turns sitting with you after that."
"Seth
is probably convinced I'm another psycho woman to steer clear from," I
sighed.
Shelley
snorted, "Please. He's been here every day to make sure you're okay.
Though I'm sure he wondered after you pounded on him for trying to calm you
down. More than once."
I
felt the blood rush in to paint my cheeks, "Great. Just freaking
great."
Shelley
patted my hand and pushed away from the table. She walked over to the counter
and retrieved a small scrap of paper. Handing it to me, she said, "Here,
this is for you."
There
was a phone number written on it and I narrowed my eyes in confusion,
"What's this?"
"Um?
Phone number? Hello?" She laughed and knocked gently on my head.
"Anybody home? It's Seth's phone number. He wants you to call him when
you're up to it."
I
chewed on my bottom lip and contemplated the number. She scooted my cell phone
across the table under my nose causing me to stare up at her, "I can't
call him. You crazy?"
I
swore her green eyes began to sparkle, "Okay fine." She snatched the
phone and the number away from me. "I'll call him for you then."
My
mouth snapped open, "You wouldn't dare!" But I knew she would and in
fact was already pressing in his number.
"Hey
Seth. This is Shelley. Jaq wanted me to call and let you know she's feeling
much better today and would like for you to give her a call sometime.
Soon," she said. She disconnected the call and tossed me the phone with a
smug grin on her face, "Here keep this close. You'll need it."
Chapter 12
With
everything that had happened in the past couple of weeks, I hadn't gotten a
chance to unpack all of my things. So I spent what was left of the morning and
part of the afternoon doing laundry and emptying boxes. Shelley had managed to
get her stuff moved in a little at a time without my even being aware of her
doing so.
While
I tried to get my room more organized there were so many different thoughts flashing
through my head, things I tried not to focus on for too long. My heart hollowed
when I thought about the last words Brad and I had spoken to each other. They were
so tense, to say the least. Part of me wanted to hate Damon Blackwell for what
had happened, but in reality I knew it wasn't his fault. I guess I was just looking
for someone besides myself to blame.
Then there was Seth Thomas. It was kind
of crazy how meeting Seth caused me to doubt my relationship with Rick. Then
the next time we meet, he wound up saving my neck by offering me a ride home.
Brad was supposed to have been my ride home from the party that night and by
all rights, I could very well have been riding in his truck with him when he
crashed. How was it that I'd never even kissed Seth Thomas and yet he'd already
managed come to my rescue? Twice?
"Is
there even a floor under there?" Shelley said as she leaned against the
door frame and grinned. I frowned and she shoved my cell phone at me. She
mouthed the name "Seth."
After
the call ended I couldn't remember much of the conversation. To be honest, he
lost me at: "Do you want to hang out with me tonight?" I only hoped I
hadn't sounded like a complete moron or worse yet, a love-struck fourteen-year-old.
Because, I'm not gonna lie, that's pretty much how he made me feel.
"So,
I take it that went well?" Shelley beamed when I slid into the kitchen
with a mile-wide grin snaking across my face.
"It
was okay," I feigned nonchalance with a shrug. "We're going out
tonight."
Shelley
flew off her chair, nearly toppling it over in her excitement and let out a
squeal. We hugged and jumped up and down. Okay,
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