Facade

I choose to ignore those words. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for you. I’m about to head out.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask him where he’s going, but I don’t think he’ll answer me anyway. He’s always been private, but even more so since everything went down.

As I’m about to tell him bye, I see her getting out of her car. She’s really pretty and for a second a tiny bit of jealousy sneaks up on me. I wonder if she and Adrian have ever had anything, but then I think about the blond guy and how they looked at each other.

The same way my mom used to look at Dad, like he was the most important person in the world.

“I have to go.” I try to walk around Maddox. I’ve been at this all day and there’s no way I’m going to back out now.

“Wait. I—”

“I can’t wait. I have to go. I’ll call you in a little while.” I pull my arm out of my brother’s grasp and that’s when he looks up and sees the girl. That quickly he knows. I’ve never been able to hide much from him. “What are you doing, Laney?” Concern weighs on his voice.

“Nothing. Just talking. It’s not a big deal.”

“Lane—”

“Don’t. I have to go. I’ll… It’ll be okay. I’ll talk to you later.”

He curses but doesn’t try to stop me as I jog away. Jog toward this girl—Cheyenne—to try to get information on Adrian.

She’s almost to the building as I catch up with her. “Hey! Cheyenne!”

She turns and at first, I’m worried this was a bad idea. She looks like she wants to take me out, but then recognition lights in her eyes and she smiles at me. “Hi. You’re Adrian’s friend. What was your name again?”

When I reach her, I stop and return her smile. “Delaney. My brother and I just moved in here.”

“That’s who he is. I wondered after I saw you with Adrian. He’s got half the girls in the building freaking out over him.”

I shake my head. “That doesn’t really surprise me.”

“I’m sure it doesn’t. So, what’s up? I have a two o’clock class, but I’m meeting Colt for lunch real quick.”

The way she smiles, I’m sure she’s meeting him for more than that. Again that jealousy tries to creep in. I’ve never in my life had someone to meet for something like that.

“Oh. I don’t want to keep you. It’s just…” I can’t believe I’m doing this. I feel like such an idiot. “Adrian… we kind of had a little disagreement earlier and… well, I want to see him, but I’m not sure I could find his house again, and—”

“Say no more,” Cheyenne interrupts me. I’m surprised when she reaches out and touches my arms. “What are you doing tonight?”

Giddiness I have no business feeling builds inside me. It’s only because I want to help him. Because I want to help us both.

“It’s my night off,” I tell her. “So I have no plans at all.”

Cheyenne smiles and something about that smile tells me she likes getting her way. Not in a rude way, but a real one.

“You do now.”

I do now.

Chapter Nine

~Adrian~

I don’t try and sleep today. Know there’s no way I could. When your mind starts cross-country running, there’s too much in the brain for it to settle down. My hand still hurts, but not enough that I take anything. Nothing you can buy in the store at least.

I watch as the smoke floats around my living room and wonder what it would be like if it could really transport me away. Lift me up and not stop going until I’m gone all together.

“Fuck.” Slouching, I lean back on my couch. I hate these thoughts. Hate living a lie between what’s inside me and what I show to everyone else. I want the weed to help me like it used to.

I start to wonder what Casper’s hiding. If it’s dark inside her like it is me, but then I try to push those thoughts away.

A few hours later, there’s no room in my brain to think of anything except the music beating in my veins. The crowd of people in my house who will always come if they know there’s a party and I count on that. Count on the distraction I know they can provide for me.

I’m sitting around the kitchen table with people whose names I don’t even know. Names I won’t ask because they really don’t matter, just like half of them probably don’t even know it’s my house they’re partying in right now.

My fingers itch to write and my mind itches to be transported away, but instead I laugh and fucking talk and pretend to see the future when some chick tells me she heard I’m psychic. What a joke.

“I need a drink.” Pushing up from the table, I head to the fridge. My hand touches a bottle of beer, but then I glance at my cell before I grab it. It’s after ten. Delaney’s at work by now and I think about the fact that in about three hours she’ll be there with no one out front if something goes down.

Closing the fridge, I lean against the counter. People go around me, through me, but all that’s in my head is that I need to stop seeing that girl. She’s not my problem and if she wants to work by herself at the same place someone held a gun to her head, it’s not my business. There’s one person in my life I really could have protected—Mom won’t ever leave Dad, so there’s nothing I can do about that. Angel got out the second she could. My sister was always stronger. She never needed me.

That left Ash and I let him die, so what the fuck do I think I’m doing pretending there’s anything I can do for Delaney?

Hell, why do I want to?

“Hey, Adrian.” I hardly get a chance to see who it is when the girl steps up to me.

“Hey, Trish.” I smile at her. She’s got dark skin and these sexy little braids that I’ve had my hands in more than once. “What took you so long to find me?” I ask.

She smiles, stepping right up next to me. “Maybe I was waiting to see if you’d come looking for me?”

And even though it should be all right, somehow this game feels wrong. It always has, but it’s vibrating through me a little deeper than it usually does. An earthquake below the surface and I wonder if it will cause a tsunami to drown me. I’m so fucking tired of it all. I want to step back into the quiet of the diner where I can pretend to be someone else. “Sorry… I’m not really looking to hook up.”

She frowns, but it looks more like confusion than annoyance and I know she catches my drift. I don’t want to play tonight.

“Oh… okay.” Trish still looks confused but doesn’t say anything else. Or maybe she doesn’t get a chance to, because Colt is pushing his way over to me. It’s surprising as hell to see him here and I’m about to tell him when he speaks.

“What the fuck, man. I’ve been texting you all night. Answer your fucking phone once in a while.”

“Miss me that much?” I tease him.

“No, though I guess your psychic ass should already know this, but…” He looks at Trish.

“Eh. I have better things to do than listen to you guys gossip like a bunch of girls anyway.” With that she walks away.

“Chey showed up with your girl today.”

What? “My girl?” I ask. “I know I’m good, but not good enough to handle girls I don’t know I have.”

“You wish, man. Chey thinks she’s playing matchmaker. Thought I’d try to warn ya.”

I don’t know what it is about those words that makes everything click into place. Before I have the chance to think about it much, Cheyenne and Delaney walk up to us. Her cheeks are pink and she doesn’t really look at me. Questions start falling down on me, but I don’t ask any of them. I’m in the mood to see what it looks like to watch that pink spread. I definitely didn’t expect her to come searching me out and I’m not ready to let myself think about what that means either. She’s not like Trish. She wouldn’t walk away, not giving a shit the way Trish did.

And there’s the fact that I still want her.

“If it isn’t Casper the Friendly Ghost.” I cross my arms and dare her to meet my eyes, which she surprisingly does quickly.

“Casper? What the hell’s that?” Cheyenne says over the music.

My eyes don’t waiver from Delaney’s. I’m daring her to look away. To give in first, but she doesn’t. Her gaze is strong.

“The name’s our little secret, isn’t it, Casper?” Inside, I’m begging her to back down. To walk out of here, because the fact that I’m playing this little game with her, that I’m still wondering what she thought of the poem or if she believes in happy endings means she’s gotten inside my head when I’m usually so good at keeping it on lockdown.

“You’re totally trying to intimidate her. Colt, your friend’s being a dick,” Cheyenne says. Colt laughs.

“ ’Bout time someone other than me gets called that,” he replies.

One of Delaney’s eyebrows rises. Is she issuing me a challenge too? Can I take her up on it?

“He’s not intimidating me,” she says.

“I like her,” Cheyenne jumps in.

“I like you,” Colt says back to her. It’s then I glance over to see her smile at him as he drags her away.

“Looks like it’s just us.” Pushing off the counter, I stand next to her.

“Yeah, us and the hundred other people in your house.”

“Eh. You learn to block them out.” She looks at me, like she’s not sure what I said, so I lean closer to her. Put my mouth by her ear. “I said you learn to block them out.”

She doesn’t reply to that. Instead, Delaney turns to my ear and asks, “How’s your hand?”

“I don’t know. Do you want to check it for me?”

We’re fucking close and she smells good. Apples and cinnamon.

“Sure… I want to help you.”

Her answer’s strange, but I don’t let myself think about it. Don’t let myself try and figure her out because I’m not sure I want the answers. Instead I nod and grab on to her shirt, right by her side. She jumps a little but doesn’t struggle as I lead her through the mass of people in my place. She tries to stop at the bathroom, but I keep going. Lead her to my room, unlock the door, and close it behind us.

“I’m only checking on your hand,” she says.

“That’s all I asked you to do.” I grab my first-aid kit off my dresser and sit on the bed. I glance at my pillow to make sure Ash’s shirt isn’t showing.

Delaney stands there, looking around. “Did you just move in?”

Through her eyes, I can see why she’d think that. I have a small bed, a table, and a dresser. There’s one desk lamp on the table that I use at night and a few notebooks stacked on my dresser. Those are the only things in my room that are out in the open.

“No. My interior decorator’s a little backed up.”

Sadness creases her eyes when she looks at me. I hate that fucking look, but still I find myself saying, “My sister used to go to this field when she was younger. She brought me there once. All I could see was what looked like weeds to me. No flowers. Just weeds. Dead ones at that. I asked her why she came and she told me to keep following her, so I did. Right in the middle of the field was one tall flower. Almost like it came from fucking nowhere. I told her it was lonely. She said it was beautiful. That there was nothing wrong with being strong, alone.”

I didn’t agree with Angel then and I don’t now. I’m not even sure why I told Delaney that. It doesn’t really have anything to do with my room because there’s nothing beautiful showing here. And I’m not strong in my loneliness.