Fighting Silence (On the Ropes #1)(5)

I chewed on the inside of my cheek to suppress my schoolgirl squeal. “Yeah. That sounds cool,” I said nonchalantly before quickly turning to face my locker. He was standing the good kind of too close and I needed an escape. The inside of my dark locker seemed like the most obvious of choices.

I leaned my head inside, pretending to look for a book, and allowed the huge grin to spread across my face. The very idea of telling Crystal about our date gave me almost as much as excitement as the date itself. She was going to have a stroke when I told her that he’d finally asked me out. It had taken long enough—that’s for sure. I thought the entire school knew he was interested in me, but I wasn’t exactly one the cool kids. But then again, neither was he. Not many of the jocks were enrolled in every possible art class, including the ones the school offered after hours. He was different, and I liked that. A lot.

“You okay, Eliza?”

I felt his hand on my back, and I literally squeaked. Probably not my subtlest move, but that squeak had suppressed a breathy sigh. I might have only been sixteen, but I knew that “breathy” never helped your case when trying to play it cool.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” I twirled to face him, and his hand found my hip. Like the proverbial wheel, I squeaked again.

Suddenly, a pair of unfamiliar, hazel eyes caught my attention. Oh, I knew every single curve on his ridiculously attractive face. I’d drawn each one of them more times than I cared to admit. But inside this building, I didn’t know those eyes from the man on the moon.

The smile fell from my face as he approached.

“Bennett, you need to get to the gym. Coach is looking for you,” Till said when he stopped in front of us.

I had gotten used to his cold avoidance over the years. He spent hours every night at my side in our condemned apartment, but never once had he acknowledged me at school. It had pissed me off at first. Yeah, okay. It still pissed me off.

“What? Why?” Daniel Bennett removed his hand from my hip.

Instead of another squeak, a growl pointedly aimed at Till rumbled in my throat.

“I wasn’t feeling confident about some of the plays. So we’re gonna watch last week’s videos again.” The side of his lip curled into a half smile.

Now that I recognized. He was up to no good.

“Seriously? I’ve got plans tonight,” Daniel groaned.

“Sorry, bro. Coach’s orders.” Till shrugged and tried to wiggle his hands into the pockets of his tattered jeans.

He’d recently found the weights, so his pants were quickly becoming too small to fit his large frame, but he wore them as if that were the sole purpose. Hell, knowing Till, maybe it was.

“All night?” Bennett clarified, tilting his head toward me.

Till sucked in a breath, and I knew he was enjoying it. “So it seems.”

I cocked my head to the side, not sure what to make of his sudden appearance, but if he noticed my scrutinizing eyes, he never acknowledged it.

“Shit,” Bennett mumbled, turning back to face me. “You think we could do dinner after the game tomorrow instead? Coach loves his videos, so this is gonna take forever.”

I let out a disappointed sigh. “I can’t. I have to work tomorrow night. The Smokehouse bustles at least twelve customers on a Friday night. How would they ever manage to get them all seated without me?” I replied sarcastically.

He groaned again. “Next weekend then?”

“Yeah. I can do that.” I flashed him a sweet smile.

“Okay. Next weekend. Dinner and a movie,” he confirmed before backing away.

“Watch out!” I laughed as he plowed over one of the freshmen.

“Sorry,” he apologized before tossing me a wink.

Covering my mouth, I tried to hide my smile. I watched until he was out of sight then turned back to my locker, but I paused because Till was still standing next to me.

I wasn’t sure why he was lingering. Closing my locker, I opened my mouth to say something, but he beat me to it.

“Doodle,” he said in greeting and dismissal.

My jaw dropped open as he sauntered away.

Three years. Three long years, and the first time he’d ever spoken to me at school, all I’d gotten was the stupid nickname I f*cking loved so much that I couldn’t even be mad.





Six months later . . .

“HEY, MRS. NOELLE. CAN I borrow your phone?” I asked the crotchety old lady who lived next door.

“Again?” she grumbled, handing me the portable phone through the crack in the door.

“Sorry.” I began dialing the number to my mom’s friend, Tracie. She had a cell phone, and even though she was a total bitch, I was hoping she would be able to help me out.

“Tracie. Hey, it’s Till. Do you know where my mom is?” I asked as soon as she picked up.

“Jesus, Till. Stop callin’ and wastin’ my minutes. Is your broke ass gonna pay my bill when I go over? I don’t think so. I have no clue where the hell your mom is. Stop callin’.” She hung up just as quickly as she’d answered.

“Shit.” I cursed under my breath, handing the phone back to Mrs. Noelle.

“You’re welcome!” she shouted as I headed back to my parents’ apartment.

“Yeah, thanks,” I responded absently.

I walked back inside and began pacing the den. Eliza was waiting for me. I knew she was. Her boyfriend, Daniel Bennett, had a midnight curfew, so he always dropped her off around eleven thirty. It was bad enough I had to share her with him, but since my mom’s trip to buy cigarettes had turned into a six-hour-long excursion, there was a good chance I was going to miss her entire birthday.