My Bet Is You

by Manuela Ricci

  Lego hair into a high ponytail, brush my teeth, I give up the trick, I have no time now, I can not be late and go to the precipice of the bathroom.

  "Where are you going all in a hurry?" Tia is doing his usual yoga exercises. He says relax, but perhaps are not aware of being too relaxed.

  "I have to see Logan for course notes Professor Monthgomery." I grab a sapphire-colored blouse armhole, she puts on a pair of shorts torn jeans, and put the Vans.

  "Are you going to go dressed like that?"

  I bow my head to better observe me, I do not have much taste in clothes, but it does not seem to be a total disaster.

  "What's wrong?" Tia shakes his head with a mischievous smile on her lips.

  "Actually, you have nothing wrong, if you want to be distracted

  JJ. Trust me honey, that so perfectly tanned you will succeed. "I hasten to take the bag from the floor, where I had left it the night before. "I'm not going to distract him, and I do not think that will eventually impress so much, since it is led to read the entire California coast." We burst out laughing, and both start to feel your head that is free from the burden of memories.

  "I do not believe that you and I have done", the point a finger at him seriously.

  His cheeks blaze, knowing full well that I am referring to Scottie.

  "Carrie, I do not even know what I want, but I see him he messed up a lot." I understand exactly what he means, and that is why we must stay away from him.

  "You should give some time, and ... I do not know, see Blaze."

  I do not believe even I have done precisely his name, after having threatened to stay away from her, but they're just selfish, because if he knew what I hid, I know you miss it.

  If the Scottie would say that was cheating and that I was me to find out, I'll never forgive Tia.

  So, yeah, Blaze is now the person I need to keep her away from Scottie.

  "You seriously said Blaze?"

  He knows me so well, that she very hard to believe. I shrug my shoulders pretending to be indifferent.

  "Why not? We can only talk about it at lunch, I will not give you the satisfaction that asshole to be late. "

  I greet with a kiss on the forehead, and go out from our accommodation. Fortunately, Starbucks is not far from the student, but soon turn the corner, the gold color of his car, lit by the sun, dazzles me. "Hell is already here." He's sitting in the outdoor tables, wearing a baseball hat on backwards, light blue, and it does not use long to realize that it is the Dodgers baseball team.

  A white tank top, with a black print at the center, leaves on display well-defined muscles of his biceps. She puts her Rayban, if it slips off very slowly as if he was playing up to show me the blue of her eyes.

  "You're beautiful than ten minutes late." His gaze runs through my body, I hold my breath without realizing it, but it takes me half a second to regain all my self-control.

  In short, it will also be the number one assholes, but I can not deny myself that Mother Nature has been far too generous with him.

  "If you call me again beauty, you will have your nice hot coffee into his face, and stop looking at me that way." I sit down annoyed in front of him, waiting for the waitress comes to take your order.

  "Maybe you should get dressed then, why can not deprive my eyes of your legs if you slam me in the face."

  I roll my eyes, and we are saved by the girl that every morning I need my favorite coffee.

  "The usual Carrie?" I nod, a smile and then see it turn to Logan. They glide on the chair, even so it looks like he's trying shamelessly to the waitress, a hint of tongue moistens her lips, before asking a simple black coffee with a hint of cinnamon sugar.

  I believe that now do not seem even notice.

  "Then, the notes?" He asks impatiently. I will not pretend that we are friends, we are not and we have nothing to talk about, aside from the courses.

  "After my breakfast." He puts his elbows on the table, and lasted dangerously toward me, resting his chin on his fists joined hands.

  "I have not forgotten your poor bet Johnson, as I have not forgotten the fact that you would even light poles if breathed. So deleted the lascivious smile, and let's just talk only of the educational program. "

  I see his jaw twitch, the tense arms. I can not see his eyes, shielded by the lenses of his glasses that he trod on his face. But I know I have nailed him, I feel it on my body, as if they were following a path

  imagination that begins to unfold, under the power of the flames that come to life. They mark on me a trajectory that gives me goose bumps.

  The awkward silence is broken by our coffee that finally we are served. We'll just drink it, without anyone of us emit a breath. I still have not figured out why my words always manage to hit it. Even at the beach, he looked at me in a way that still can not decipher, the same one that I bet he's hiding under his glasses even at this time.

  "Come on," he exclaims, suddenly placing the cardboard cup on the table, stands up and follow him.

  "See you there, I'll walk." He pauses for a moment on his feet, but says nothing, gets into his car, I passing through the road in front of it flats a bit 'before heading over my shoulder. Through the small park, following the path that overlooks the other side of Westwood, right on the UCLA University.

  When I reach the entrance of one of the campus buildings, there is no trace of Logan, so I guess I have not waited. Follow the directions to get straight to the library. I have not yet had a way to visit, and when I'm not surprised by its size.

  Huge fine wood shelves lining the side walls almost to the ceiling, ten lined shelves stand at the center of the large room, I miss a moment with his eyes on all exposed textbooks. Their scent is so intense and enjoyable that I believe will become my favorite place.

  I see Logan already sitting at a table at the bottom. It's flipping those who will assume my notes. He pulled the chair carefully, not looks up, as if I were not even there.

  Pushes under my nose a sheaf of papers.

  "These are some of the notes that will serve you for the first three months. There are marked books you'll need to study the various topics and prepared for the first test, in which you should take top honors. Professor Monthgomery is very demanding, it does not admit the bare minimum. If you're someone who can give you a hundred, you will take him a hundred and ten. So you should put yourself in right away. "

  Listening carefully all that tells me, slide the pen on some parts of the program highlighted. His voice is quiet, calm, but warm, continues to tell me everything I need to impress the eyes of our teacher. I merely nodded occasionally, to ask him some questions about some points, on which lingers for delucidarmi at best. His words, all straight and concise reach me, but his eyes never to fall into mine.

  After half an hour rises undisturbed, he follows her figure.

  "Where are you going?" I ask, pulling off his jeans pocket, the car keys. "Now you have your notes Carrie. My role as tutor over if you need any more information just let me know. "

  It fades away with long strides, listening to his footsteps move away quickly and I find myself staring at his hunched back that disappears beyond the large wooden doors.

  The round by Danny's does not seem to have an end, I stayed the whole morning to take the books that I would serve for the course, those who advised me Logan.

  I was a real bitch, as expected at the end, I find it so natural that even I realize.

  "I're quiet today," I noted Mercedes, along sparecchiamo one of the hall tables.

  "I'm just tired," Chin. In fact I feel like shit, and I hate feeling this way. I have enough problems to worry about anything else, but I can not get out of my mind the way his jaw contracted to the sound of my words, as his voice was so distant and separated us only one table.

  "Yeah, it was a great party." I lift his head up toward the front door, the twins enter the diner followed by Blaze, rest impaled staring at the door, but with them there is Logan.

  I wanted to apolo
gize to him, in the end, even if it's a bit 'the idiot is an idiot who is helping me, an idiot with a nice butt turgid helping me. I bite my lower lip, cursing myself for my last thought, and go to the boys.

  "What do you bring?"

  Blaze tries perhaps trucidarmi with her emerald eyes.

  "Are you going to talk? Because I have not yet learned to read minds. "Lex and Gus, burst out laughing settling each elbow.

  "You become more and more friendly, CARRIE" marks emphatically. Sketch a fake smile that makes him even more nervous. Eventually, they decided to rattle their order, and before returning to the kitchen I find the courage to ask: "Your quarterback has abandoned you today?"

  Blaze's always staring at me in the same way, and slipped comfortable on the red leather sofa.

  "He's had a long morning with a big bitch."

  It does not use any filter, and I know perfectly well that the bitch in question is me.

  "Yeah, he was pretty pissed off when he entered the house hurtling straight toward his room. I thought that the mainstay of the cable becomes disconnected door as he slammed ... "Blaze angry, snaps his head toward Lex, letting him know to cut short.

  I believe that only knows Blaze of our meeting this morning, otherwise even the twins would certainly not spared a few jokes. I go into the kitchen, asking myself if I was a bitch so much that he lost his head, and then it loses his temper so easily? I'll be back by the boys with their dishes, while I continue to march back and forth to the local darting him constantly look at the clock affixed to the wall, the minutes pass slowly,

  almost like torture that maybe I deserve.

  "You prepare a giant hamburger with double dressing and double portion of chips takeout?", I ask Darren, the cook, and I hasten to pass in the towel on the counter of the bar area.

  "He really hungry today, Carrie," he says. I limit myself only to nod.

  Me hands it shortly after I removed the uniform. Puzzo from head to foot, fried and all the smells I feel stuck on them. I take the bag, greeting Marcy outside the room and I go back to my car. I took the car because I promised to Tia that I was going to do some 'spending for our apartment.

  I leave the district of Westwood, the sun has just gone down, walk the step S. Fairfax Avenue and next to the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. I promised myself, one of these mornings to visit. I've been here almost three weeks and I realize that you have not seen anything about the city I love most in the world. Merge onto the highway 7th to try to break free from the congested traffic of the end of the evening, until the exit on the Santa Monica Fwy.

  Hands take to sweat clinging tightly to the steering wheel, scocco look to the passenger next to me, a bag of junk food that is more fragrant than me.

  I try to remember the last time I was here, through the long sea, the face is buffeted by the smell of salt and I see a narrow road.

  I reach the top, and are happy to find the gate open. Parking my little jalopy along the way, I take the bag, I take a deep breath and I start down the driveway leading to the villa.

  After all there are only five miserable letters that are able to pronounce.

  SorryI just need to tell you this and give him his favorite snack as a sign of peace. I can do it. The parking lot in front of the house is empty except for the Escalade Logan.

  I straighten my back, and climb the three steps that separate me from white lacquered door. I ring the bell, and while I wait I get lost with the look on the games of pool lights.

  The colors change, following a precise rhythm and the water mixes of myriad hues that almost hypnotizes me to that vision. A click makes me turn toward the door.

  Logan stands in front of my eyes, is stripped to the waist, his hair a bit 'ruffled, the basketball pants trodden on the flanks hint at a well-defined V to perfection that surrounds his abdomen. His gaze seems confused, frowns.

  "Carrie?"

  I pull my lips, I try to burst out of his mouth the five fateful words.

  "Logan I ..." Do not finish the sentence that another voice called him behind his back. A girl wrapped only in a sheet is stopped in the middle of the internal stairs. The bag slips from my hand, I look at it almost in slow motion as it falls on the entrance door.

  "Carrie. Carrie wait! "I am traveling briskly to the car without my realizing it, my feet began to walk alone. He was having sex, and I like a fool I showed up at his house with a hamburger. A hamburger!

  "You want to stop?" I turn and I feel andarmi cheeks on fire.

  "I had not come." I open the door of my pickup, Logan's hand pressed against the body making it close. I feel his bare chest behind my back, the breath that floats between the hair making me hold my breath.

  "Why did you come?" His question was a hoarse whisper crashing on my neck.

  I close my eyes for a moment, to get away from this, by the fact that his voice penetrates lunge in my skin, to prevent his body, a few centimeters from my triggers an electrical along the spine download I can not control, and this is the biggest problem.

  I can not stop the way my body begins to react only to the person from whom I have to keep away.

  I turn to him, trapped in his arms are stretched against the body of my pick-up flicking the well-defined muscles.

  "I just wanted to apologize for today, and I'm sorry I interrupted you. It will not happen again. "His eyes come to me with arrogance and it's like he was digging inside, deep in that part I'm not ready to give to anyone. "Why did you run off like that?"

  The laugh in your face, it's the only thing I can do right now, I feel a small crack formed in the wall that I built around far too long.

  "Because it was a waste of time, and I have no time to lose ... to you ..."

  The deep blue of her eyes appears as a flash in the sea.

  "... so, take my apologies, because they are the first and last you'll hear out of my mouth."

  They shoved him to get into the car, but his hand binds my wrist.

  "You're not jealous Carrie, do you?" The only centimeters from my face, the smell of honey flavored with oak intoxicates my breath, which is docked in the chest at the sound of his words.

  "You do not mind that a few moments ago I was slipping into her ... or that my lips explored her body every inch, and that of his mouth a groan is out begging my name ..." He jerked his grip, shooting hand alone hitting him to his face, he rubs his cheek, a hint of a grin almost smug.

  "You're right, you lost time, but I'm losing more I stand out here and talk to a piece of ice, while I have a hot girl waiting for me."

  He turns to the gate and disappears over the hedges. I stand, feet planted on the ground as if they were about to

  take root, his words continue to fast vorticarmi in the head. The truth could not do more harm than that, I shut the world out of my life. I turned my way of being for not coming more hit, not to fall to pieces, that the spread would be lost again too.

  I had reckoned the feeling that I feel at this moment in her stomach, while provoking twists in a grip of the cramps that I can not assuage.

  "Cursed Logan ..." I murmur to a dark night like my heart, that all this time I kept hidden in the hope that does not begin pounding in his chest, as it is doing right now.

  6

  CHECK THE DISTANCE

  Logan

  Because it was a waste of time, and I have no time to waste with you.Small arrogant, do not understand why he hates me so much, I made the fool, I know, I accepted a stupid bet, but I apologized. But of course Carrie Murphy does not seem to be enough. The jaw is contracted, I reboot back home.

  The hazel of her eyes was a mixture of confusion and fear, just trying to see something besides the annoying person who pretends to be, yes, I do not believe she's really so. I stop in the doorway watching the take-away bag Danny's toppled to the ground. I gather, and I see that inside there is the usual burger that I always order ... and if she is remembered. In the head, like a runaway train, swoop the last words that I spit on him: You're right, you lost
time, but I'm losing more I stand out here and talk to a piece of ice, when I have a hot girl waiting for me.

  He manages to bring out the worst in me, the one that disconnects from the right.

  "You okay?" Bettany peeps out from the kitchen, still wrapped in the blanket of my bed, I had almost forgotten about her.

  "Yes, all right," I say, handing me his hand through his hair. By and close the door behind me, his hand reaches out, sliding on my biceps, nails painted a bright purple.

  "Who was that?" I do not like the tone that captures his voice, take her hand scrollandomela off badly, and head for the garbage pail to throw the bag.

  "None that you care!" I open the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap with the mind still clouded by his gaze and his voice, how the glow of the moon touched her amber skin, and the port the mouth trying to drown those thoughts.

  Bettany leans all his weight against the door frame, twisting her finger seductively a strand of wheat-colored hair.

  "Am I wrong, or was Danny's maid? You will not be dropped so low JJ? "Bet is the only girl with whom I more than one turn grant you, I know you do not care about having an exclusive relationship, it is only about sex, we use each other, and so far it was not easy.

  A message at any time of day or night, and if we were not already engaged, we will be granted us our dose of fun, then go back to our lives as if nothing had happened.

  We've known forever, is the daughter of my father's partner, which means that she is rich to suck, with the small difference that Bettany Clark slams you in the face without mercy, that you can never have.

  "Do not break my balls Bet, and above all, I believe that we have given away our orgasm so you know where the door is." A mischievous wink smile just by tilting the head. "It was her you were so frustrated when I arrived?" She likes to tease me, the hard right in the eyes of a green-colored water, surplus toward her, removes his hands from the sheet that ends up on the floor, leaving exposed all her curves perfect.