Beneath Our Faults



I wasn't sure how I was going to explain to her what happened because I couldn't just go blaring Keegan's business around. I might be furious at him but I wasn't going to morph into some vicious bitch. That just wasn't me. I leaned back on the resting bed and rubbed the temples of my head with the edge of my thumbs as I counted the ceiling tiles above me.

Damnit life, can't you just give a poor girl a break for a moment?



WE BOTH jumped at the loud squeal of tires braking against pavement directly behind us. I spun around and looked out of Cora's back window. Rain was pouring over a very familiar black SUV that was parked directly behind her car and blocking us from pulling out.

Fanfreakingtastic.

I had managed to talk the nurse into letting me stay in her office for the rest of the day. My phone kept alerting me with messages from Keegan and I finally sent him one back telling him I was going to ride home with Cora. As soon as I heard the bell ring at the end of the day, I sprinted out of the nurse’s office to Cora's locker ready to get the hell out of dodge.

“Would you listen to me if I asked you to put the car in reverse and get us the hell out of here before he makes a scene?” I asked Cora.

“As much as I would love to hurt his pride and joy, my dad wouldn’t appreciate it too much,” she said, glancing back at Keegan’s car from her rearview mirror.

The loud bang on the window next to me caused me to lunge out of my seat. I peeked over to see a fuming Keegan on the other side glaring at me with a scowl on his face. The heavy rain was pouring down his face and his nostrils were flaring in and out as raindrops fell off the tip of his nose.

"Get in my damn car, Daisy," he roared through the window, banging on it incessantly, which was annoying because he clearly had my attention along with everyone else's in the damn parking lot.

"Uhhhh.." Cora trailed off beside me, making a grab for her phone in the cup holder between us. Her wary eyes moved from me to the lunatic pounding and screaming next to me. "I'm just going to call Lane and tell him to come handle this," she finished, unlocking her phone.

"No," I responded, pulling the phone out of her hand and placing it back in the cup holder. I put my hand up at the window by Keegan's face, blocking a tiny view into the car. "Just give me a minute and I'll deal with it," I groaned, moving my hand away and hitting the button to roll the window down an inch.

"What's wrong?" I asked, trying my hardest to look confused. "I'm going home with Cora and we are going to have a girl's night," I yelled through the tiny opening, shrugging. My goal was to appear as casual as possible.

"Bullshit!" He screamed through the glass and banged his fist against it again. "I fucking know Piper cornered you in the gym earlier than you bailed on the rest of your classes. I texted you a million times and you ignored every single one," he pointed out the facts. Damn, couldn't the gossip mill at this school take a rain day?

"Keegan, stop acting like some deranged lunatic or I am going to call your aunt!" Cora leaned across the center console and screamed at him.

"I don't give a fuck."

The cold air hit my face when I rolled down the window more. "You're not going to move your car are you?" I grumbled, exasperated. I don't know why I even wasted my time asking the question because the answer was clearly obvious.

"My car will move when your ass is planted in the passenger seat," he fired back, wiping the wetness of the rain away from his face.

"Fine," I said. "I'll call you later," I called over my shoulder to Cora and got into his car. A few seconds later, I watched the driver's side open and Keegan jumped into his seat.

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck happened with Piper that has you all pissed off at me because I don't remember doing anything?" he asked. He hit a few buttons and heat flooded out the vent in front of my face. I shook my head in response, turning my attention out the window, looking at the large crowd that had yet to disperse.

"Daisy!" He screeched, pounding his palm against his steering wheel, causing the horn to roar to life.

"I will talk to you when you put this car into drive and we aren't creating a public spectacle in front of the entire student body!" I yelled back at him, signaling to the lurking audience with my hand.

His foot immediately shot down on the accelerator and the car shot forward, causing people to tumble out of the way. "Try not to kill anyone," I mumbled under my breath.

"Are you going to tell me now?" he asked, making a sharp turn into the street.

"I really don't think it's my place to tell you," I whispered, swallowing. I watched the windshield wipers in front of me move back and forth squeaking along the way.

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