all
in order to be with me—my dad. And determined enough to
find a way to win that battle.
While I knew that we both had things we wanted to say
to each other, I asked Zach if I could go first just in case I fell
asleep before we were finished talking.
I explained what
happened during the play—that I only took my ring off at
Lucas’s urging and only for the sake of costume consistency. Of
course I felt like a fool for listening to him now, but at the time I
trusted him and never dreamed that it was all a part of some
evil plan to break up my relationship with Zach.
The kiss
obviously wasn’t something I saw coming, either.
But the true
nature of Lucas’s scheme didn’t become clear to me until Zach
revealed the missing piece—Misty.
“I ran out of there before Stacy could finish her story
but I think I put the rest of it together myself. I think Lucas
having car trouble that day we met him was definitely the truth
and I don’t think he ever dreamed that you actually knew his
brother. He didn’t grow up with his twin so your reaction
caught him off guard. I don’t think Misty knew anything about
Lee or Lucas, either, until after Lucas moved to town. His dad is
working for Jack Wolfe and I think that’s how he met Misty. If
he made even the slightest mention of being at Rosewood, she
would have pumped him for information.
One thing led to
another—he was desperate for cash and she was more than
willing to provide it in exchange for Lucas turning your life
upside down. If it makes you feel any better, he was using the
money to help his dying mother.”
No, that didn’t make me feel even the slightest bit
better.
The whole thing was too much for my tired mind to
grasp. There were only two things that could bring any solace
right now.
First was
sleep which was
naturally
about to
overtake me. The second thing was safely tucked in the pocket
of my jeans.
“I can barely keep my eyes open. Will you do one last
thing for me tonight?” I asked Zach, knowing full well that I
could ask for the moon and he would somehow find a way to
pull it down for me.
“Of course I will, what do you need?”
“There’s something in the pocket of my jeans that I
need.
I left them lying on the bathroom sink. Can you bring
them to me?”
Zach sprang up like a man on a mission and returned
with my jeans in hand.
I dug inside and found what I was
looking for. My ring. The ring that never should have left my
finger in the first place and definitely never would again—even
if I did decide to make meatloaf. I held it up for Zach to see and
made my request.
“Will you put this back on my finger for me? I could
have done it myself but I wanted you to do it.
I thought it
would be a nice way for us to mark a turning point in our
relationship—kind of like a commitment to starting over the
right way. Another reinvention if you will.”
“That sounds perfect,” he said as took the ring from my
right hand and placed it back onto my left. “There—now
everything is back to normal.
No, scratch that—everything is
better than normal.
You are now officially ghost-free and we
can start focusing on other things again.”
“Ghost-free,” I repeated as my eyelids fluttered shut.
The last thing I felt before I drifted into sleep was the warmth
of his hand in mine and the wonderful feeling of normalcy that I
was so poorly acquainted with.
6. Fifty Shades of Clay
The first thought that came to mind when I awoke was
the fact that my ring was back on my finger where it belonged.
I could feel the metal pressing against my skin the same way it
always did except for two differences. One, I knew for certain
that it was there to stay. Two, it was cold—ice cold. My room
was as warm as it usually was but for some reason that one
finger alone was freezing cold.
It reminded me of the icy chill
that invaded me at the time of Zach’s accident. Could
something else bad have happened to him in the middle of the
night? My eyes flew open
in order to be with me—my dad. And determined enough to
find a way to win that battle.
While I knew that we both had things we wanted to say
to each other, I asked Zach if I could go first just in case I fell
asleep before we were finished talking.
I explained what
happened during the play—that I only took my ring off at
Lucas’s urging and only for the sake of costume consistency. Of
course I felt like a fool for listening to him now, but at the time I
trusted him and never dreamed that it was all a part of some
evil plan to break up my relationship with Zach.
The kiss
obviously wasn’t something I saw coming, either.
But the true
nature of Lucas’s scheme didn’t become clear to me until Zach
revealed the missing piece—Misty.
“I ran out of there before Stacy could finish her story
but I think I put the rest of it together myself. I think Lucas
having car trouble that day we met him was definitely the truth
and I don’t think he ever dreamed that you actually knew his
brother. He didn’t grow up with his twin so your reaction
caught him off guard. I don’t think Misty knew anything about
Lee or Lucas, either, until after Lucas moved to town. His dad is
working for Jack Wolfe and I think that’s how he met Misty. If
he made even the slightest mention of being at Rosewood, she
would have pumped him for information.
One thing led to
another—he was desperate for cash and she was more than
willing to provide it in exchange for Lucas turning your life
upside down. If it makes you feel any better, he was using the
money to help his dying mother.”
No, that didn’t make me feel even the slightest bit
better.
The whole thing was too much for my tired mind to
grasp. There were only two things that could bring any solace
right now.
First was
sleep which was
naturally
about to
overtake me. The second thing was safely tucked in the pocket
of my jeans.
“I can barely keep my eyes open. Will you do one last
thing for me tonight?” I asked Zach, knowing full well that I
could ask for the moon and he would somehow find a way to
pull it down for me.
“Of course I will, what do you need?”
“There’s something in the pocket of my jeans that I
need.
I left them lying on the bathroom sink. Can you bring
them to me?”
Zach sprang up like a man on a mission and returned
with my jeans in hand.
I dug inside and found what I was
looking for. My ring. The ring that never should have left my
finger in the first place and definitely never would again—even
if I did decide to make meatloaf. I held it up for Zach to see and
made my request.
“Will you put this back on my finger for me? I could
have done it myself but I wanted you to do it.
I thought it
would be a nice way for us to mark a turning point in our
relationship—kind of like a commitment to starting over the
right way. Another reinvention if you will.”
“That sounds perfect,” he said as took the ring from my
right hand and placed it back onto my left. “There—now
everything is back to normal.
No, scratch that—everything is
better than normal.
You are now officially ghost-free and we
can start focusing on other things again.”
“Ghost-free,” I repeated as my eyelids fluttered shut.
The last thing I felt before I drifted into sleep was the warmth
of his hand in mine and the wonderful feeling of normalcy that I
was so poorly acquainted with.
6. Fifty Shades of Clay
The first thought that came to mind when I awoke was
the fact that my ring was back on my finger where it belonged.
I could feel the metal pressing against my skin the same way it
always did except for two differences. One, I knew for certain
that it was there to stay. Two, it was cold—ice cold. My room
was as warm as it usually was but for some reason that one
finger alone was freezing cold.
It reminded me of the icy chill
that invaded me at the time of Zach’s accident. Could
something else bad have happened to him in the middle of the
night? My eyes flew open
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