The Lovely Reckless(66)
He reaches out and lifts a few strands of my hair and rubs them between his fingers. “A smart girl like you from the Heights…” He drops my hair. “I bet you can figure it out.”
I shrink back and hate myself for letting a guy like Deacon Kelley intimidate me. I know he helped Sofia, but I still think he’s scum. But he’s dangerous scum, so I play along. “You don’t like Marco dating a girl from the Heights. Is that it?”
Deacon raises an eyebrow and gives me his poor imitation of a smile. “Dating? Is that what you think you two are doing?”
Why did I use that word in front of him?
“I don’t give a shit who Marco screws.” Deacon lowers his voice. “You’re not the first girl he hooked up with from the Heights. He’s always had a thing for rich chicks.”
He is trying to upset me. I meet his gaze. “I guess you just don’t like girls like me.”
Deacon shifts his weight. “Hey, come on now. I never said I didn’t like you, Angel.” The word sounds toxic coming from him. “This isn’t personal. You’re a distraction, and me and Marco have shit to take care of.”
“What kind of shit?”
Deacon’s ice-blue eyes turn dark. “With all the talking you two have been doing, I bet you know.” He doesn’t blink. He’s analyzing my reaction, the same way Dad does. “Don’t you, Frankie?”
“Is this some kind of test? Because I’m not interested.” Lying to Deacon can’t be any harder than lying to my father.
A Mazda honks, and Deacon’s head snaps in its direction. The kid behind the wheel turns pale. “Sorry, Deacon. I didn’t know it was you.”
Deacon brings his fist down on the hood of the car, and it leaves a dent. “Pay attention, or something might happen to this piece of shit you’re driving.”
The kid nods, his hands glued to the wheel.
A line of cars forms behind the Mazda. I step out of the way, and Deacon follows. If I don’t act normal, he’ll figure out I know more than I’m telling him.
“I gotta take off, Frankie. I’m glad we had time to talk.” He walks toward the Firebird. “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I’m just looking out for you. This thing with you and Marco will get old, and he’ll move on.” He pauses, and his expression hardens. “I’d hate to see a pretty girl like you get hurt.”
*
Marco pulls in just minutes after Deacon leaves. After my conversation with his so-called best friend, my knees still feel like rubber. I must look rattled, because Marco rushes over the moment he sees me.
He slides his arm around my waist, and I lean against him. Usually, I keep my distance until we’re inside the school, just in case Dad has someone watching me. Right now I don’t care. As soon as he touches me, I feel safe.
“Are you okay?”
“I was worried,” I manage.
He brings his lips to my ear. “Me too. I texted you three times.”
I’m two seconds away from spilling every word Deacon said when a gut feeling stops me. Deacon isn’t as stupid as people think. He’s playing a chess game, and I’m just one of the pieces. But I haven’t figured out his strategy yet.
I take a deep breath and run my fingers along the side of Marco’s face. “Did you think someone kidnapped me?”
Marco stiffens and looks at me. “Not funny.”
I push out my bottom lip and give him my best pout. “Come on … it’s a little funny.”
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll kidnap you myself.”
“Promise?”
Marco smiles and grabs my hand, pulling me through the doors of the main building. “What were you doing in the parking lot, anyway?”
“Looking for you.”
Inside, he walks me to my locker. I bang the side of my fist against the number two on the door, and it pops open. Most days, the instant gratification puts a smile on my face, but remembering that I’m using Deacon’s old locker makes me hate it all over again. I’ll ask Mrs. Lane to assign me a new one as soon as I have time. If she won’t let me switch, I will carry my books around for the rest of the year.
My cell vibrates.
We are leaving for Richard’s
college reunion at Yale. Hope all is
well. We’ll bring you a sweatshirt.
I’ll see you at the gala. xo Mom
Only my mother texts in complete sentences and ignores the fact that we aren’t speaking.
Marco rubs the back of my neck with his thumb. “I’d give kidnapping some thought if it was the only way to be alone with you.”
“Don’t plan any kidnappings yet. I think I just figured out a way for us to get some alone time.”
He grins. “How?”
The bell rings, and Cruz turns the corner like clockwork. She snaps her fingers and points in the direction of our classroom. “Let’s go. We’ve got poetry to destroy and a teacher to shock.”
“I’ll tell you later.” I shut my locker and let go of Marco’s hand at the last possible moment, rushing to catch up with Cruz.
I grab her arm just before we enter the classroom. “How well do you really know Deacon?”
“Too well. Why?”
“Will you tell me about him?” If Deacon is already playing a game, I need to catch up.