I couldn’t wait for tomorrow. I was giddy to see Blake again.
Dinner was quiet, and I had to force myself away from the table, not helping in the kitchen, as my anger usually lasted about a month before I spoke to Dad more than three sentences.
My feet slouched to my room.
“Elena!”
Crap.
I turned around and looked back at my father. He just stared at me and I shrugged.
“I’m sorry about this boy. But believe me when I say it’s for the best.”
I huffed, nodded, and turned around. He let me go.
I closed the door and fell on my bed. The fan on the ceiling with the lights cluttering the middle kept spinning. I worried about tomorrow. Being absent from half of today’s classes would bite me in the ass.
Fuck! What if they phone Dad and tell him I was skipping classes. He’ll skin me alive and then hunt down Blake. That’s for sure.
I cleaned the leather bracelet with a damp cloth and put it in my bag.
My phone buzzed, and I grabbed it. A smile spread over my lips when I saw it was from him.
I opened it.
Crap, there were like five messages already. Why didn’t I see them?
Why are you ignoring me?
Sorry, I wasn’t. Had dinner and had to do my homework.
What homework? You weren’t in class today.
My fingers glided over the keys.Yeah, I wonder whose fault is that.
We texted for a long time about music. What I liked, and he sent me a few links to music he liked.
The boy had style.
I didn’t send him “Fix You”. That song was beautiful, but also sad and he might read too much into it.
A knock came at the door and I shoved my phone underneath my pillow and grabbed my sketch pad, pretending that I was working on a drawing just before Dad opened the door.
“It’s almost ten, Elena. Lights out.”
“Just finishing here.” I lifted my drawing pad.
“Okay,” he muttered with a soft curl at the corner of his mouth. “Good night.”
“Night.”
He closed the door and his footsteps stomped through the hallway to his room and when his door closed, I grabbed my phone and texted Blake that my dad was just saying goodnight.
We said goodnight a few minutes after that.
I struggled to sleep. I was way too high. It felt as if I consumed some sort of love drug and couldn’t get it out of my system.
I never felt like this before, and I kept touching my lips. My first kiss was everything I’d ever imagined. Okay, not everything. I didn’t want it in the shady spot of the woods, but it sure was magical.
