He really wants me to kill him. All this because his mommy and daddy are getting a divorce. Apparently he thinks I give a damn about his sorry excuse for a problem.
“At least my mother gets paid for fucking your sick, disgusting father. Your mom fucks my dad for free,” I tell him, smirking when he turns an angry shade of red. I really like pissing him off. “I think I hear her scream his name at least twice a week nowadays. You sure you know who your real dad is? We could be brothers…”
He jumps up and charges me, and my fist slams into his side twice before my knee connects with his face. He’s thrown back and hits the ground with a hard thud that has everyone going silent around us who has gathered in the halls.
“Nah,” I say, laughing when he starts to cry. “No brother of mine would cry like a bitch when he takes a beating.”
“Chase James!”
Ah, fuck.
Turning around, I see Mr. Johnson stalking toward me. Looks like another week or two of detention.
The second we’re in his office, he shuts the door. “Suspended for one week,” is what I hear, but I don’t give a damn. That’s better than detention. Just means I get to hang out at the lake for a week or maybe pick up some extra hours at the diner.
“Let me guess, Heath doesn’t get anything again. Right?” I ask bitterly.
His eyes turn to angry slits as he glares at me.
“Heath isn’t the troublemaking little shit of a thorn in my side. Be glad Milton Dalton has an interest in you. Because of his relationship with the superintendent, I’m not allowed to expel you. In my opinion, you’re nothing more than a waste of breath and time.”
Milton. Should have known. No wonder I’m still in school. I don’t know why he likes me either, but it makes me glad at least someone besides my girl cares enough to have my back.
Summer will be coming soon, and nothing else will matter. For at least three months, they can all go to hell.
Mika is asleep on my chest, and I stare up at the ceiling, feeling like I can breathe so easily that it’s almost laughable. So much of my life was spent in survival mode that I never really lived until the day my mother died.
The only time I felt alive before that day was… summer.
Dark hair is fanned over my chest in waves as she sleeps so peacefully, completely naked. I’m tempted to pry into her life to search for answers. For three days, she’s soaked me in like I used to soak her in.
It feels so fucking good, but I keep feeling like she’s holding back, the way I always did. As though she’s waiting on everything to be taken away from her, just like I once felt.
We were many things over the years, but kindred was never one of them.
She sighs as she snuggles against me, and I hold her to me, brushing my lips across her head. Logically, I know we can’t pick up right where we left off—just like she pointed out.
Tell that to the illogical part of my brain though. It’s as though the past twelve years haven’t been missing. It’s as though the summers never stopped and life didn’t continue on. It feels like I just stepped out of the school for the last time, and the dream world we planned has finally come true.
And for once, I don’t want to hold back. I didn’t make her choose Hayden. She came back. Hell, I could go anywhere she wanted to now. There’s nothing keeping me here but her at this point. It’s always been her.
“You’re awake, aren’t you?” she mumbles against my chest.
“How’d you know?” I ask her, smiling like an idiot for no reason at all.
“Your breaths aren’t as deep when you’re awake.”
“Very perceptive.”
“You have no idea.”
She yawns while rolling over, and I come down on top of her, smiling down at her as she smiles up at me.
“Come on. I want you to hang out with me at the shop today.”
“Why?” she asks sleepily.
“Because I’m pathetic and don’t want to risk you disappearing,” I tell her with a shrug, watching as she beams up at me like I’ve said something magical.
Chapter 35
MIKA
My fingers have been running through Chase’s hair for so long, and he breathes easily as I continue my pattern.
“You’re the only one who has ever done that,” he murmurs sleepily.
A smile breaks across my face, and I kiss him on the cheek. “Good.”
He grabs my wrist and pulls it down to kiss my hand, before entwining our fingers together.
“I’ll go to sleep if you don’t stop,” he says with that boyish grin he’s been wearing lately. It’s a stark contrast to the scowl he wore when I first came into town. “And we still need to order something to eat,” he adds.
Smiling, I turn my attention back toward the sky.
“So no food is allowed in the house or something?” Chase asks me as we stare up at the stars, lying on the roof—our spot. We’re holding hands like teenagers, and my head is now on his shoulder.
“Or something,” I answer on a happy sigh, loving the way he feels against me.