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“I talked to your father, he said you seemed distracted and out of sorts.  We discussed it and I really think whatever game you are playing with Gabe has to stop.  You’re a mature young woman now Shaw, you need to start making smarter life decisions.  Flitting from boy to boy just will not stand any longer.”

She didn’t even tell me happy birthday.  “I’m not interested in Gabe, mom, not at all.”

“Interest is frivolous.  He comes from a good family, he has a planned out future, those are things that a young woman of your linage need to look for in a partner.”

I blew a hiss out through my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut.  “So those are the things that drew dad to Marissa?  She comes from a good family?  She had a secure future?  Or maybe he just likes her big ole double-ds and the fact she does whatever he says.  Come on mom you’re being ridiculous.  I most certainly am not going to spend time with a guy that makes my skin crawl just because you like him.”

“Language young lady!  I don’t know where you think all those smarts you have came from, but I’m neither foolish or blind, I know that this has to do with that Archer boy.  It always does.”

I rubbed my forehead where I felt the beginning of a migraine starting, she brought them on faster than anything else.  “So what if it does?”

“Oh Shaw, when are you going to outgrow this silly crush?”

“Mom I’m starting to get a headache can this wait until another time?”

She was silent for a long minute and I could feel the waves of censure over the phone.

“I’m going to invite the Davenports to dinner.  You need to be there.”

“No.  Not if Gabe is going to be there.”

“Yes, you will be there.  Do not forget your father and I pay for your tuition.”

Great yet another parent that was extorting me, boy was I lucky.  “Yeah, fine, whatever.”  I didn’t even say bye I just chucked the phone under the other pillow and hit the lights.  I had no idea how Rome thought I could fix anyone, be good for anyone, I didn’t even have control over my own life and it was making me physically ill.

***

I spent the rest of the week and weekend being a good college student.  I studied every chance I got, finished my lab project, got a head start on one of my papers that was due at midterm and even managed to squeeze in some help for Ayden since she was struggling with I-Chem and I had breezed through it.  I was working on a piece for one of my prerequisite classes, a speech on why assisted suicide should be legal, super fun stuff, but the apartment was too quiet and I was tired of ignoring my phone every time it rang fearing it would be one of my parents or Gabe so I packed my laptop up and went down to Pikes Perk to finish it.  Ayden had texted that I should just come to the bar because it was slow, but I needed a less stimulating environment and a coffee shop full of hipsters seemed to be just the ticket.  I had a pile of research in front of me and a caramel latte cooling by my elbow, I was so into what I was doing that I didn’t notice the chair across from me at the little table getting pulled back until the metal legs craped across the floor.

In fact I was so intent on the paperwork spread out before me it wasn’t until a familiar hand with the snake tattoo and his name across the knuckles pushed shut the top of my computer that I realized I had company.  I blinked in surprise and looked up to find those arctic colored eyes watching me intently.  He was still rocking the mohawk, only now it was a shocking red and he looked ridiculously good in a tight long sleeved t-shirt and jeans that were a little baggy.  I didn’t bother to hide the fact that I was openly checking him out.

“What if I hadn’t saved any of that?”

“We’ve met, remember?  I know you well enough to know you probably save after every sentence.”

It was every paragraph but whatever.  “This is kind of out of the way for you, what are you doing here?”  I hadn’t seen him or spoken to him in exactly ten days.  The idea that he had purposely sought me out just seemed too farfetched to be believed so I scolded myself not to even begin to read into his sudden appearance.

“I actually went by the bar.  I ran into your roommate and she said told me you were probably here working on homework, Shaw we need to talk.”  I had never heard him sound so serious, it made me nervous.  I needed something to do with my hands so I picked up my drink and tried to hide behind it.

“I don’t think we do.”  I was halfway certain he was going to say something that was going to make me want to chuck the lukewarm coffee at his head.

He raised the eyebrow that had the double silver bars in and leaned forward so that he was resting his elbow on his knees and staring directly into my eyes.  There were interesting shadows dancing and flashing in the silver depths of his that I didn’t know what to make of, but he had never looked more enticing than he did in that moment.

“Come on.  You really think things can go down like they did and we just pretend like it never happened?”

“Why not?  It’s what we’ve been doing and it seems to be working just fine.”

“Shaw,” he sounded exasperated.  “We are not going to have seriously awesome sex that of which just happens to be your first time and not talk about it.  First off I want to know what you were doing with Remy for all those years if you weren’t sleeping together, that just doesn’t make any sense.  I also want to know why you took off the next morning, you didn’t even me a chance to try and talk to you.”