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I Can't Get Away
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Jun 28, 2012 11:18PM
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you know i was reading some comments on other treads and i can't believe you and Sylvia still haven't met face to face yet! Outrageous! Oh if only i lived so close to you guys
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i know right i swear one of these days we will its just been so damm hectic for both of us atm its nuts we both havent even been reading for a while no damm time LOL but we will for sure!!
well i hope you do. It would be a shame not to meet. I know i will do everything in my powers to visit Australia next year so maybe we will all meet for a "live" chat about books,huh
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well considering that is where the Hemsworth brothers and Jesse Spencer come from and having people all around me talk in that awesome accent... the choice to stay won't be tough at all
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oohh that would be awsome us three !!
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I think so too hun :) it will be a blast !!
Adriana wrote: "Tatiana wrote: "well i hope you do. It would be a shame not to meet. I know i will do everything in my powers to visit Australia next year so maybe we will all meet for a "live" chat about books,hu..."Ahem LOL
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Yes and Jody you of course will be invited :)
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We would never want to leave you out of anything..I wish you were closer cause Mari, Adriana and I are trying to work out a time to meet these next couple of weeks :)
Ohhh that will be so amazing. I'm so jealous. I will come up one day. Maybe summer! Yay how awesome would that be.
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Omg that would be awsome all of us together yay!!!
Chapter 1Ryan
Ty Cobb once said, “I never could stand losing. Second place didn’t interest me.”
Doesn’t interest me either. Which sucks because my best friend is seconds from scoring a phone number from the chick working the Taco Bell counter, placing him in the lead.
What started as a simple dare had twisted into a night-long game. First, Chris dared me to ask the girl in line at the movies for her number. I then dared him to ask the girl at the batting cages for her number. The more we succeeded the more momentum the game gained. Too bad Chris owns a grin that melts the hearts of all girls, including the ones that have boyfriends.
I hate losing.
Taco Bell Chick blushes when Chris winks at her. Come on. I chose her because she caled us redneck losers when we ordered.
Chris rests his arms on the counter, inching closer to the girl, as I sit at the table and watch the tragedy unfold.
Every muscle in the back of my neck tenses as Taco Bell Chick giggles, writes something on a piece of paper and slides it over to him. Dammit. The rest of our group howls with laughter and someone pats me on the back.
Tonight isn’t about phone numbers or girls. It’s about enjoying our last Friday night before school begins. I’ve tasted everything—
the freedom of hot summer air in the Jeep with the panels down, the freedom of hot summer air in the Jeep with the panels down, the peace of dark country roads leading to the interstate, the exciting glow of city lights as we made the thirty-minute drive into Louisvile and, lastly, the mouthwatering taste of a greasy fast-food taco at midnight.
Chris holds the phone number like a referee holding up the glove of the prize champion. “It’s on, Ryan.”
“Bring it.” There’s no way I’m getting this far to have Chris outdo me.
He slouches in his seat, tosses the paper into the pile of numbers we’ve colected over the evening and tugs his Bulitt County High baseball cap over his brown hair. “Let’s see. These things have to be thought through. The girl chosen carefuly. Attractive enough so she won’t fall for you. Not a dog because she’ll be excited someone gave her a bone.” Mimicking him, I shift back in the seat and fold my hands over my stomach. “Take your time. I’ve got forever.” But we don’t. After this weekend life changes. On Monday, Chris and I will be seniors starting our last fall baseball league. I only have a few more months to impress the professional baseball scouts or the dream I’ve been working toward my entire life will dissolve into ashes.
A shove at my foot brings me back to the here and now.
“Stop the serious shit,” Logan whispers. He knows my facial expressions better than anyone. He should. We’ve been playing together since we were kids. Me pitching. Him catching.
For Logan’s sake, I laugh at a joke Chris told even though I didn’t hear the punch line.
“We close soon.” Taco Bell Chick wipes a table near ours and gives Chris a wink.
“I may call that one,” says Chris.
I raise a brow. He worships his girlfriend. “No, you won’t.”
“I would if it weren’t for Lacy.” But he has Lacy, and loves her, so neither one of us continues that conversation.
“I have one more try.” I make a show of glancing around the purple tex-mex-decorated lobby. “What girl are you choosing for me?”
A honk from the drive-through announces the arrival of a car full of hot girls. Rap pounds from their car and I swear one girl flashes us. I love the city. “You should choose one of them.”
“Sure,” Chris says sarcasticaly. “In fact, why don’t I hand you the title now?”
Two guys from our group hop out of their seats and go outside, leaving me, Logan and Chris alone.
“There she is.” Chris’s eyes brighten as he stares at the entrance. “That’s the girl I’m caling as yours.” I suck in a deep breath. Chris sounds too happy for this girl to be good news. “Where?”
“Just came in, waiting at the counter.”
Black hair. Torn clothes. Total Skater. Damn, those chicks are hard-core. I slap my hand against the table and our trays shift.
Why? Why does Skater Girl have to wander into Taco Bell tonight?
Chris’s rough chuckles do nothing to help my growing agitation. Admit defeat and you won’t have to suffer.”
“No way.” I stand, refusing to go down without a fight.
All girls are the same. It’s what I tell myself as I stroll to the counter. She might look different from the girls at home, but all girls want the same thing—a guy who shows interest. A guy’s problem is having the bals to do it. Good thing for me I’ve got bals. “Hi.
I’m Ryan.”
Her long black hair hides her face, but her slim body with its hint of curves catches my attention. Unlike the girls at home, she isn’t wearing marked-down designer labels. Nope. She’s got her own style. Her black tank top shows more skin than it covers and her skintight jeans hug all the right places.
Skater Girl turns her head toward me and the drive-through. “Is someone going to take my fucking order?”
Chris’s laughter from our corner table jerks me back to reality. I pull off my baseball cap, mess my hand through my hair and shove the hat back in place. Why her? Why tonight? There’s a dare and I’m going to win. “Counter’s a little slow tonight.” She glares at me like I’m a little slow. “Are you speaking to She glares at me like I’m a little slow. “Are you speaking to me?”
Her hard stare dares me to glance away. Keep staring, Skater Girl. You don’t scare me . I’m drawn to her eyes though. Her eyes are blue. Dark blue. I wouldn’t have thought someone with black hair could have such briliant eyes.
“I asked you a question.” She rests a hip against the counter.
“Or are you as stupid as you look?”
Yep, pure punk: attitude, nose ring and a sneer that can kill on sight. She’s not my type, but she doesn’t have to be. I just need her number. “You’d probably get better service if you watched your language.”
A hint of amusement touches her lips and dances in her eyes.
Not the kind of amusement you laugh with. It’s the taunting kind.
“Does my language bother you?”
Yes. “No.” I don’t care for the word, but I know when I’m being tested.
“So my language doesn’t bother you, but you say—” she raises her voice and leans over the counter “—I could get some fucking service if I watched my language.”
Time to switch tactics. “What do you want to eat?” “Fish. What do you think I want? I’m at a taco joint.” Chris laughs again and this time Logan joins in. If I don’t salvage this, I’ll be listening to their ridicule the entire way home. I lean this, I’ll be listening to their ridicule the entire way home. I lean over the counter and wave at the girl working the drive-through. I give her a smile. She smiles back. Take lessons, Skater Girl. This is how it’s supposed to work. “Can I have a minute?” Drive-Through Chick’s face brightens and she holds up a finger as she continues taking an order. “Be right there. Promise.” I turn back to Skater Girl and instead of the warm thank-you I should be receiving she shakes her head, clearly annoyed. “Jocks.” My smile falters. Hers grows.
“How do you know I’m a jock?”
Her eyes wander to my chest and I fight a grimace. Written in black letters across my gray shirt is Bulitt County High School, baseball State Champions.
“So you are stupid,” she says.
I’m done. I take one step in the direction of the table then stop.
I don’t lose. “What’s your name?”
“What do I have to do to make you leave me alone?”
“Give me your phone number.”
The right side of her mouth quirks up. “You’re kidding.”
“Give me your name and phone number and I’ll walk away.”
“You must be brain damaged.”
“Welcome to Taco Bel, can I take your order?” We both look at Drive-Through Chick.
I pull out my walet and slam ten dolars on the counter.
“Tacos.”
“And a Coke,” Skater Girl says. “Large. Since he’s paying.” Drive-Through Chick enters the order and returns to the drive-through window.
We stare at each other. I swear this girl never blinks.
“I believe a thank-you is in order,” I say.
“I never asked you to pay.”
“Give me your name and phone number and we’ll call it even.” She licks her lips. “There is absolutely nothing you can do to ever get me to give you my name or number.” Ring the bel. Playtime ended with those words. Purposely invading her space, I steal a step toward her and place a hand on the counter next to her body. It affects her. I can tel. Her eyes lose the amusement and her arms hug her body. She’s small. Smaler than I expected. That attitude is so big I hadn’t noticed her height or size. “I bet I can.”
“Eight tacos and one large Coke,” says the girl from behind the counter.
Skater Girl snatches the order and spins on her heel before I can process I’m on the verge of losing. “Wait!”
She stops at the door. “What?”
H e r what doesn’t carry much anger. Maybe I’m getting H e r what doesn’t carry much anger. Maybe I’m getting somewhere. “Give me your phone number. I want to call you.” No, I don’t, but I do want to win. She’s wavering. I can tel.
“I’ll tell you what.” She flashes a smile that drips with a mixture of alure and wickedness. “If you can walk me to my car and open the door for me, I’ll give you my number.”
Can.
She steps into the humid night and skips down the sidewalk to the back parking lot. I never would’ve bet this girl skipped. I folow, tasting the sweet victory.
Victory doesn’t last long. Before she can even make it past the yelow lines confining an old rusty car, two menacing guys climb out.
“Something I can do for you, man?” Tattoos run the length of his arms.
“Nope.” I shove my hands in my pockets and relax my stance. I have no intention of getting into a fight, especialy when I’m outnumbered.
Tattoo Guy crosses the parking lot and he’d probably keep coming if it wasn’t for the other guy with hair covering his eyes. He stops right in front of Tattoo Guy, halting his progress, but his posture suggests he’d also fight for kicks. “Is there a problem, Beth?”
Beth flashes an evil smirk. “Not anymore.” She jumps into the front seat of the car.
Both guys walk to their car while keeping an eye on me, as if I’m stupid enough to jump them from behind. The engine roars to life and the car vibrates as if duct tape holds it together.In no hurry to go inside and explain to my friends how I lost, I stay on the sidewalk. The car slowly drives by and Beth presses her palm against the passenger window. Written in black marker is the word signaling my defeat: can’t.
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No this is from the sequel to Pushing the Limits....can't wait!
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LOL i wish i could write something like that LOL hey Adriana! did you read Pushing the limits yet? if not then you have to.NOW!
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it's amazing! and you know where to find it ;)
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Awesome. let us know what you think
Yes! Start it tonight! You'll looooooove it! :)
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Yeah Beth is really something. Her story will definitely be entertaining
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Isn't he just the sexiest thing ever?!
See???? He is just the SEXIEST, KINDEST, SWEETEST, HOTTEST, LOVABLE, MOST AMAZING guy EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ugh, I love him so freakin much!!!!!
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Oh yeah it does that. I almost lost my eyes I cried so much!!!!!! So sad!!
Yeah its impossible not to cry. We are all pretty sensitive so I'm sure you'll sob your eyes out!!Adriana, how far are you?
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