"Bel Air. Seriously? Are you going to impress
Jhonson? "The blow of accelerator that gives, smear me against the seat.
"No. I hate this place as you. I just want to be alone, to talk. "For a moment, as we passed stand manicured grounds adorned with flowers of all kinds and trees of all kinds, illuminated by elegant lanterns, I stop to think of the word" hate "united in place in which we find ourselves. I look at her profile contract, his hands clinging to the steering wheel with his knuckles turning white, his eyes fixed straight in front of him, as if you were striving to go further, as if there were an invisible boundary that only sees him.
"We're here," he announced with a shrug of the chin, pointing to an ultra-modern villa, entirely made of glass and steel. "My father is a little exhibitionist" comments and parked along the avenue.
"Your father? You brought me to his house? "
He frowned, with his hands resting on the dash, I turn toward him to meet his gaze.
"Relax, it's off to ...", mimics the quotation marks in the air, "work, we say, but the correct version is that you're slamming the new blonde of the month."
His face is a mask of rage and disgust from which I can hardly recognize him.
"Come." It comes down, and not make me say it twice I follow. Do not we head towards the magnificent front door, but we move around the house, until you reach the back, and could face the garden, and as a textbook for the mega villas, a swimming pool occupies almost the entire space.
"Follow me." I do not care to be barefoot, the tufts of grass tickling my feet, the skin has become accustomed to the breeze that is blown from the Pacific Ocean, now what draws my attention is the hunched shoulders of Logan, that penetrate in the midst of robust trees that stand before us. When it stops suddenly, the he almost bumped, rest stops to watch him without understanding what he is doing, then I follow his gaze that lifts up, and I see. "When I was little, I spent entire days locked up there, it was my refuge." He turns, and breathing takes my throat, while his gaze slips into mine, I shrug, not knowing what to say, and his suffering crashes with all his weight on me. I feel it running through my inside as my own, as if I belonged.
"Come, I'll help you up." He holds out his hand, but the avoidance and I go alone to the ladder.
"Well, I do not know if I step, saw the view you're showing me Murphy." Damn. I bite the inside of the cheek and increased his pace to climb onto a small terrace, in short, it is the tree house of the rich at the end. My, Stanley, came down to the first snowstorm.
"Now that you've watched the show for the second time you can also go up." His smile, that creates those dimples wide corners of his mouth goes out, and with four quick moves is already at my side. It takes a silver chain, which is hidden under the white cotton shirt to which a key is hanging, is peculiar, it seems almost old by its shape.
"Do you carry around?" The teasing, but only when I opened the door, and a faint light from a floor corner illuminates the space in front of my eyes, I see everything.
"Scu ... sorry," I say in a whisper that I can barely hear myself.
"You could not imagine it." Every corner is filled with photos of the mother, some object that belonged to him, even a luxurious jacket is hanging back in his chair, as if time had stopped, and I believe that Logan has tried to do this. He picks up a photo of his mother in high school, her blond hair is teased, eighties style, blue eyes stand out as crystals in the sun.
"I'm not crazy, if that's what you're thinking. I just tried to save what I had left her. What you see behind us was never my home. After the death of my mother, my father has burned to the ground ... "His fingers pressed
strong on the frame. "For him it meant to go forward, turn the page, to tear me all the memories I had of her. When he is humming in the kitchen while I prepared the muffins with blackberries and raspberries, or when burst into my room, and asked if I was going to see some Dodgers game with her. "To my mind back to the bonnet of Logan, who had the day we met to go to the library. Fragments, keeps alive the memory of his mother, with pieces of his past life.
"I'm sorry," I manage, before collapsing down on puff pous beige, sink, producing a thud. I know what he's doing, but I'm not like him, I still can not admit to myself what I did.
"Why are you working there? Carrie" seems to beg, rests the photo on the mobile, and sits on a dusty trunk, bringing his clasped hands to steady himself on the chin, with the ice of his gaze that takes possession of my own without asking permission.
I swallow, my mouth is parched, thirsty ... thirsty for him, I bit his lower lip before responding with the obvious: "I need the money to pay for my studies, it is a job like any other." That's not true, I do not it is for nothing, but I may, indeed, allow me to pull up a lot of money in a few hours, and we certainly do not spit on.
"You're lying to yourself, because I do not believe that like to undress you before the eyes of four horny bastards." I raise my eyebrows, wrinkling his mouth in a grimace.
"Tonight, you were part of those four also you assholes!"
The jaw pops contracting, and its profile noted, edgy, it is all that I would like to touch slowly, to memorize every centimeter.
"Shit Carrie, I do not attend the Night if that's what you're wondering. We were there for Carter. "Pesta fist on his thigh, and shakes his head with a bitter laugh that fills the silence that has fallen between us.
"Why are you like this? Why do you pretend that you do not fuck about anyone? "He's screaming, and lasted up to me.
"Because that's it. Do not carry it with me dreams to realize, I drag those broken, that's why I do not give a damn about anyone. "Inside, every cell vibrates, trembles, but outside stand still, the fast swirling memories trying to tear me to reality.
"Bullshit!" Retorts jumping up. He grabs my arm and pulls me toward him.
"Tell me that you do not give a damn about me. Tell Carrie. Why do you feel it is not so. "His colony spicy intoxicates my breath creeping into every cell and his warm body pressed against mine once again snatching from reality. I look at him straight in the eye, in that ocean that has the ability to drag me in the midst of his waves lambirebbero my body almost molding it and with breath that is consumed in the lungs say: "I do not give a damn about you!"
His forehead rests against mine, our eyes fit together, searching silently, as the greatest of secrets that can not be revealed.
"Say it again."
The tone of his voice, hoarse, hot, scratching against my heart, closed for too long in a cage.
"I do not ... I do not give a damn ... nothing about you." The words are struggling to slide on the tongue, his breath tickling my lips a few centimeters away. The fixed from beneath her lashes, then go back to nail me to his gaze. Her mouth touches the corner of my murmurs as he slowly, almost heartbreaking, "DILLOANCORA."
Each letter is marked by the sound of his voice that stuns me, filling me svuotandomi and at the same time. It's all one to which I would like to believe, but I'm not the princess of fairy tales, are not the Cinderella of the twenty-first century, and Logan is not my knight in shining armor.
I am the girl who has a secret that will bring me to the grave, and he is the first person to stay away from me. For this reason, despite my heart falls into the void, I say, lying to myself as well as him, because sometimes it is easier to get away, and this is the thing that the undersigned does best. "I do not give a damn about you Logan!"
strong press my hand against his chest, pushing him away from me, to breathe again, to regain control. Logan staggers a step backward, his eyes rest on that point that I have just touched, as if I had hurt, as if he were watching the indelible mark that will not go away anymore. I'm struggling to continue to drown because resurface, means
admit feelings for him, and I prefer not to prove anything, but feel at the mercy of feelings that would only capable of destroying both.
12
LIES
Logan
I do not give a damn about you .
.. LoganThis is imploding in my head, after his hand pushed against my chest, making me stagger on your heels. I look at his eyes who lie, I read it in burnt caramel shades that change color too easily, as if to hide what's really behind his words.
"All right," I raise my hands in surrender, rub your chin, do not I leave it in my eyes that flows with ease his body and followed every turn, as if it were a forbidden path, which I can not do without.
"So, you would not make any effect if you saw me with another?" Cancellation with a wide stride distance that tried to put between us, his breath is pressing against my face that leans towards her to observe better. "N ... No one," mumbles. Sketch a grin, shrugging.
"So ...", the extension phone from his pocket and stare at the screen, I can see the beating of the heart that beats strong against the amber skin of his neck.
He can say whatever he wants, will cast me as often as you want, but I know that she has feelings for me, something that I myself can not explain, but I hear it slide on the skin, roll in the chest, and tear the breath every time my eyes come in his losing,
"... if I called Bettany to get laid ... you do not. You. Neither. Sbatterebbe.Nulla? "Remarked every word that explodes on the mouth, I press your palms against the wall behind him, trapping her against my chest. They are a millimeter from his mouth, ready to know that Sapora have, to know how his lips would adhere to mine, while my tongue solleticherebbe to explore the taste that would leave an impact on me. I bath her lips, pulling them in, and your eyes will move on her. Having removed that horrible wig in the car, unruly hair framing her face where the now smudged make starts to show me the girl I met at the LAX parking.
"You're lying to yourself only Carrie." With the thumb stroked his cheek, his eyes half close in almost a thrill, I know it's here, behind whatever you're hiding. "Logan, please," pleads. I still feel the warmth of his skin against mine, warm, almost hot, the caress in small circular movements.
"Please what?"
The voice is hoarse, low coming out hard I try to keep a check that I feel almost vanish.
"You leave me alone, and no I'm not asking!" His eyes are nailed to me with the same tinge of arrogance and confidence that in such a short time, I was able to see her so many times. I know I have to do something, I can not give up, I have to have it. It is not a whim, it is not a challenge, a game to win, she is much more than that.
It is something unknown, of far and near at the same time. The I can look, feel, but I can not touch it as they would like my hands, wanting to get lost in its perfect curves, to hear what effect they would know to give her, while touching every centimeter of her body. "Let me be your friend," I give a start myself to my words, but I did not come anything better to say. I want to spend time with her, show her that not only what people go around saying. It's not just the football star, the emperor of the touchdown, are Logan, and I just want this to be her.
She bursts into laughter, schernendomi from head to foot.
"Friends? Really? I guess you never had a girlfriend, and then because now you want to be my friend? "He crosses his arms over his chest defiantly, like his arrogance, his way of not hold back ever, I have never met a so tenacious girl like her.
"Why not? Not as bad as a friend, the boys can confirm it. "
The I throw a joke, and I see his lips fact a slight bend of the in. Shit, I will certainly not be a friend, but if this is the only way to show them who I really am, I have no choice. For now let me tackle, with the nose smelling the fresh smell of your breath intoxicated, and dust covers the face.
"You're never going to be," he says, but I know it is about to give. "Let it bet? ... "I say rubbing my hand behind his head," ... well, maybe it is not the case that you and I make bets, "I add, thinking back to how things between us have been further complicated by the stupid bet made with boys.
"Yeah, I think I've bet enough on my ass." For the first time I see her smile and joke, look at that little glimmer of herself that is showing me, and I say that little by little, I want to find out all the light that is hides behind his armor that seems to have sewn on.
"Can I start giving you something to put on him, as a good friend right? Then, in short, what guy does not arraperebbe with a girl wrapped in a black silk robe? "Plays down, and I headed to a small room where I always leave some of my return, for every time I come to lock me out of the world, away from the limelight spotlight, where I can just be myself, and I remember that I keep.
I take a navy blue tracksuit trousers, and one of my old jerseys gold team, with the inscription UCLA, printed in italics.
"Here," I hand them to him, he'll quickly, almost tugging at my hands. "You can change you there." He pointed to the room from which I came out, I observe the closing the door behind him, and sit down again on the old trunk of my mother, where inside are still living the pieces of the time we spent together.
"Thanks," he says, a little later when he returns to sit down with my pants folded in life do not know how many laps, the coat of the falls to mid-thigh, but I had never seen anything so sexy. The atmosphere seems to have changed between us, as if we had said everything there was to know without that came out of our mouths in one breath.
"So, you wanna tell me why it works to Molly's?" He stiffens, maybe I should not return to the subject, but knowledgeable there, it's like having a knife in your back. I can not tolerate it, the view becomes blurred at the thought of her semi naked showing her body to other boys who return home to fantasize who knows what in their beds. Scaccio angrily from the mind that image because I could put this place upside down.
"Like I said, I need money, my scholarship does not pay all college expenses, and salary Danny's serves me just to pay for the room in the Hill and meet the bills." I never had to worry the price of something, from my clothes, the cars, to travel. I've only pulled out my credit card, to smear with no problems. When he says that our worlds are far apart, I realize the universe between us. I feel
a privileged fucking that you never stop to think for a moment that not all enjoy a comfortable life like mine.
Porta legs toward your chest, wrapping her arms.
"You could look for another job, something in another store, or in a pub, you know I know a ..." But do not let me finish speaking when replies immediately: "I need time also to study, in the end I do two jobs , just to be able to afford a graduate day. "
I bite the inside of the cheek, in the end I find myself thinking of Scottie, his brother, to how to go around without worrying about what life is compelled to have his sister.
"How can I help you?" I know I could detach a check, and pay the full course of study for the rest of the academic year, but if I realized something Carrie Murphy, is that she does not accept help from anyone.
"You can not Logan, is my life, I have always struggled ever since I was in high school and was working in the Public Library of Stanley," he says. His eyes briefly go off, as if that little light, to enlighten them eventually diradasse like mist at sunrise.
"Why Scottie, you should not slam the way you do?" Spit, and I must hide her hands instinctively clench into fists that I would throw on that asshole.
"Simple, is a football player, his scholarship, and his role in the team as a quarterback, covers all collegiate expenses." The phone vibrates in his jeans pocket, the extension, and I see that Lex is calling me for the third time in a row, it is usually not so insistent.
"Bettany?" Causes Carrie, I run my thumb on the display, and active call bringing the iPhone to the ear.
"I okay?" I ask quickly.
"Shit, man, you have to run here, there are those of USC, is going on a casino ..." Do not let him finish speaking when hanging up. I connect immediately the word "casino" in Blaze and Scottie, shit, I knew that sooner or later would happen. "We must go!" I grab the car keys flight. "What is it?" She asks Carrie, help to descend the ladder.
"I'll leave the Hill." I can not take it with me, but obviously Carrie does not seem to have my own plan.<
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"I come with you, I heard that it is the team of my brother," I take it from the hips then putting it on the ground.
"I do not think is the case, believe me."
So how are these fights, and I will not certainly put it in the middle.
"I think so, you said that we are friends, then as a friend I want to take you." Well, my own words you have just twisted against me.
Raggiugiamo the Escalade, put in motion, doing reverse at full throttle.
"Buckle up" the warning, Pigio so hard on the accelerator, the whistling of the United tires burned tires, disperses easily into the surrounding air.
"Do you think that has to do Tia?" He asks. The look I throw, is staring at the road, but she knows that big mess is proving all this, it's just that I've never seen him lose Balze his head to a girl, even if I think I'm the only one able to figure it out right now.
"I think so." I can not say more, I know I'll find myself stepping on his brother's face, to spit on him and could not stop, but my kids, my brothers do not touch, and Murphy has committed this mistake with me once already, now tried to mark the wrong person.
I articulated in night traffic, overcome Westwood, where I tried to download it at the entrance of the neighborhood, but I do, and point straight to the parking lot of Molly's. I wonder what the hell we did those of USC in our area.
"There they are!" Indicates Carrie, you only see a mob of muscles, arms and legs if the damage of holy right. It goes down like a fury of the car, leaving the door wide open.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He barked, Lex was brought down by a Tight End, which is loaded on tempestandolo of punches, Gus lightning bolt with an eye toward the twin, with a head extends one of Murphy's defenders, and his meter and ninety-eight grabs the guy's shoulders, dragging him away from
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