Ruin(11)

“And we were just leaving.” Weston grabbed my arm and pulled me closer to him.
“Remember what I said, freshman.” Lorelei eyed me one last time and waltzed out of the room. I exhaled and followed Weston as he steered me out of the house. The two guys he’d pointed out earlier trailed us a few hundred feet behind as we walked down the same street we’d just come up.
“I know you don’t know me.” Weston’s words were clipped as if all his joy had just been sucked out of him. “But you can’t trust anything that girl says. She’s trouble. Let’s just put it that way. She’s not even supposed to be within ten miles of me, let alone ten feet.”
“Is she a student here?”
“Nah.” He laughed without humor. “Graduated a year ago. Our parents were close.”
“Were?”
“Yeah.” His head jerked down as he cursed and bit down on his lip. “Until everything went down last year. They still think I did it. Doesn’t help that Laurali’s a struggling actress. The one and only time I ever saw her succeed in selling a part was when she was trying to put me in jail for something I didn’t even do.”
“I’m sorry.” My heart clenched in my chest.
Weston sighed. “Don’t be. What’s done is done, right?”
“Right,” I murmured.
“I’m not feeling very well.” He stumbled a bit. “I think I may be catching something, so I’m going to walk you nicely to your room and then say goodnight.”
“Have it all planned out, do ya?” I teased.
He actually laughed. Wow, his face lit up when he was happy. I wanted to be the reason he laughed even though I knew it was ridiculous. I hardly knew the guy and what I did know told me he probably wouldn’t be the best person for me to hang out with.
“Kiersten?”
“Yeah?” The party was still raging by the time we walked into the building and got on the elevator.
“Thanks.”
“For what?” My breathing seemed erratic as his eyes focused on my lips for a few seconds before looking back toward the elevator doors.
“For believing me.”
I reached for his hand. What was I doing? I clenched his fingers in mine. “Until you give me a reason not to trust you, I’ll always believe you. It’s what people do.”
“Blindly trust complete strangers?” His focus was elsewhere. His eyes had glazed over and he looked really pale.
“Nah.” We walked down the hall to my room. “Make friends and believe them when they tell the truth.”
“Kiersten…” Voice gruff, he leaned against my door. “I don’t want to be your friend.”
“Oh.” I hated how my stomach dropped to my knees, like he’d just told me he hated Christmas and wanted to burn every last romance book on my Kindle.
“More,” he whispered, and this time I could feel the heat from his lips on my ear as he talked. “With you, I think I’ll always want more. But—” He sighed and held out his hand. “I’ll settle for friends, that is, if the offer still stands.”
Fingers tingling, I reached for it and shook. His smile lit up my world. It shattered my previous existence, and again the same eerie feeling washed over me. Like I was running out of time, or maybe like the darkness was coming again. I tried to pull free but he held me there.
I hated that feeling of losing control. Usually the meds helped, but right then it was like his eyes were asking me to jump into the blackness with him and I wasn’t so sure I was ready for that.
“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered, taking a piece of my hair from the ponytail and examining it.
“What is?”
“Your first day of class.” A sad smile crossed his face. “What else would I be talking about?”
“Oh, you know… life,” I joked, trying to get his other smile back.
“Right.” His smile faded as he swallowed hard. “Well, sweet dreams, Kiersten. Think of me.”
“And your eight pack?” I offered.
He threw his head back and laughed. “Wow, I needed that. Thanks. Friend.”
“Anytime…” I fought to keep myself from touching him “Friend.”
“I think you may be the best friend I’ve ever had.” He didn’t move. Instead he watched me, and his eyes seemed to take in every detail about me as if I was going to disappear or something.
“That’s a good thing right?”
“I wish I knew.” He pointed down the hall. “My room beckons me, as does a five a.m. practice. Night.”




Chapter Nine

A gift? A curse? Who knew… but time was running out.

Weston
I groaned over the toilet, losing all my breakfast, lunch, dinner, and the protein shake I’d just choked down. I hated throwing up. It made me feel like a little kid all over again. My mom had always been there when I was sick.
Now it was just my dad.
And he sent people to do his dirty work. Not that he didn’t love me, he just had bigger things to deal with than his son tossing up his cookies. I was glad I was sick all night. It meant I was getting it out of my system before practice. Even on my worst day, I was still better than half the guys out there.
I shouldn’t have pushed myself so hard, especially after the new round of meds, but I’d wanted to help Kiersten. Her innocence called to me, just like her darkness. Damn, but I could almost see the dark cloud billowing over her head. I’d lived through that and more. Sometimes her smile was fake, other times she was so damn concerned with what others thought about her that I wanted to shake her. Maybe from the outside it didn’t appear that way, but her eyes, the way they would focus on everything almost as if taking too long to stare at something might bring attention to her. It was weird, seeing a girl who physically screamed look at me, cower into herself.