Broken and Screwed (BS #1)

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. “Angie wanted to watch Justin. I came for support.”


His jaw clenched, he rubbed a hand over his chin.

Everything in me was chaos, but I rasped out, “I didn’t know you were on the team.”

“Why would that matter?”

My eyes jerked to his and I saw the question was real. I couldn’t stop a snort in disbelief. “Are you kidding? You hate me.”

“Oh.” Then he looked away.

My nerves were stretched to the max as I waited for him to talk. I needed something, anything. I wanted to hear that he didn’t hate me, but after another minute of silence I knew it wasn’t coming. My gut had been right.

When he turned back, his eyes were piercing. A dark emotion was there, but he held it back. “Come over tonight.”

“What?”

“Come over tonight.”

“Why? It’s not Ethan’s—”

But I was stopped as he stepped close. His body heat radiated off of him in waves and I held my breath. His fingers touched the side of my hip and he lowered his lips so they were an inch from mine. He said again, “Come over tonight.”

I closed my eyes when his hand touched the side of my face and I nodded. I would’ve given him anything in that moment. His lips touched my forehead in a soft kiss and then he ran his thumb over my cheek before he left.

“See ya, Hunt!” Justin hollered and I was jerked back to reality.

It was sweltering outside. I gasped for breath. As I fanned myself, I knew my entire face was red, but I couldn’t ignore Angie’s silence. I knew she had witnessed that and I knew she was biding her time until we were alone. And because I didn’t want to undergo an interrogation, I did something I hadn’t done in a year and a half.

I twisted around and shouted, “Jesse!”

He stopped and looked back, waiting.

“Alex?” Angie asked in a soft voice.

My heart was racing, but I took a deep breath. “Can I get a ride with you?”

He had pulled his black shades back on so his eyes were blocked, but he didn’t respond for a moment. And then his shoulder jerked up in a shrug and relief exploded inside of me. I trembled from the onslaught of it, but grabbed my purse and bolted around the car.

“Wha—huh?” Justin glanced at his girlfriend. “Ang?”

Her mouth snapped shut and she folded her arms.

I ignored it all and picked up my pace as Jesse had started for his car again. He didn’t wait for me until he got into the Ferrari. My fingers fumbled for the door handle. I cursed after the sixth try. It still wouldn’t open. He leaned across and opened it from the inside for me. When I climbed in, the air conditioner was already working and blasted me with cool air, but I glanced at him. I expected some scathing joke at my clumsiness, but there was nothing. His shades were in place and his lips were flat as he gunned the engine and we soared out of the parking lot.

When he went past my street, I looked over in surprise. “Where are we going?”

He didn’t answer. He kept driving.

Then we went past his street. I sat forward. “Seriously, Jesse. Where are we going?”

The corner of his lip twitched, but he asked in a low voice, “How are your folks?”

“What?”

“Don and Shelby. Your mom and dad. How are they?”

He hadn’t asked about my parents since…I blinked. It’d been before Ethan’s death. A different tension filled my body and I was rigid from my eyeballs to my toenails. “Why are you asking?” I couldn’t keep out the anger and I grimaced against it. I hadn’t wanted him to hear that.

He looked over this time, but didn’t say anything for a second. When he returned to the street, I caught the slight frown on his face. “Is something wrong at home?”

That got a laugh out of me. “Are you kidding?”

The frown vanished. There was nothing again.

I couldn’t stop another laugh and the sound was ugly to my own ears. “No, Jesse. My family’s great. Don and Shelby have mourned the loss of their son in their own way, and me, I’ll be just fine. I’m just screwing his best friend at times.”

And then I stopped. I had so much more to say, but I held it back. What good would it do? It’d only scare him away. At that confession, my heart shifted a bit. I felt it shrink or move or slip further away. I was with Jesse with the hopes that he’d give me anything, even a crumb of his touch. I was that girl. I sat back and stared straight ahead. I was that girl, just hoping for anything.

Shame filled me.

Jesse didn’t say anything more until the car started to slow down. I saw that we were at the ocean. When we got out, the salt in the air stung my eyes. That was why I was crying again. It had to be the reason. But I didn’t have time to continue my own lie as Jesse was already down a hill. I followed behind on the path and slowed as I watched where he was leading us. When he sat on the sand where there was no one around, I stopped in my tracks.

Why there? Why then? What was he—?