and my limbs feel weak from running.
When I started to run, I didn’t stop running until I went through the automatic doors of the Russell County Public Library. The smell of old parchment now brings me an odd sort of comfort. A smell I learned to love being with Dylan. I take a deep breath, curling my legs up under me. I want to disappear into myself, leaving behind the ever present pain that I cannot seem to outrun. The pain that I caused.
I clear my mind and train my eyes on a tall boy who is browsing the shelves. He picks up a book, flips it open, reads a random page and then sets it back down neatly on the shelf. Each time he reaches up, I glance at a thin trail of dark hair that disappears under a pair of tight, dark jeans that hang low on his hips. He has long, straight hair that he has dyed black with light roots that peek through. His eyes are a deep green-blue that hide behind thick, dark lashes.
He looks up and catches me with those two, lovely, deep, swimming pools and my heart rate picks up. He bites at his bottom lip for a moment and I catch a glimpse of a metal hoop nestled in the corner of his mouth. I look away too quickly, which catches his attention. He straightens up and walks over to me with an easy glide. A crooked smirk plays on his enticing, full lips. Lips that can numb me. I quickly shake the thought aside and fidget in my chair nervously. Nervous? Why the hell am I nervous? Is it because of what I might do? Or is it more? Is it that I am afraid of what Dylan would think? No. Just friends, remember? I don’t care what Dylan thinks.
“Are you reading that?” He points to a pile of books that sit on a blue plastic table next to me. I shake my head no. “Good.” He reaches a tattooed arm across me. He smells spicy with the hint of something sweet yet masculine at the same time.
He slowly straightens up to full height. Wow, he is tall. He taps the book in his hand. “Kai.” He holds out his hand.
“Barbie.” I cringe on the inside at my name.
“I like it.” He smiles.
“Really? I hate it; the whole stigma that goes with a name like Barbie.” I shudder.
He lets out a laugh. It’s a smooth, intoxicating sound that relaxes my nerves. “You don’t seem like the kind of girl who gives a shit about stigmas.”
I give him a knowing smile because he pinned me. Usually, when I am backed into a corner, I tend to want to run, but not with Kai. I can tell right away there is something different about him. “How come I haven’t seen you around… Kai? You are surely not from around here.” I bat my eyes at him, squaring my shoulders. I turn my nervousness into what I do best. Flirt.
Unfazed, he slips easily into the chair next to me, his long legs sticking out in front of him. “What makes you say that? I could be in all your classes and you just never noticed me before today,” he flirts back, looking me right in the eyes.
“Well, for one thing, I would have noticed you. I know all the boys that attend CHS. Another, this is a small town, people talk,” I lie to him. I have never heard a word about this boy.
“Yeah, and what are these people saying?” He leans his long body towards me. Oh my.
“Oh, you know; trouble maker, rock star wannabe.” I look at my fingernails like this is a boring conversation.
“Oh, really.” A tight smirk plays on his lips and it takes all I have not to smile back at him.
“Yep.” I lean towards him. I want to continue this conversation with Kai. It’s light and fun, and there is no pressure from him, no mixed feelings.
“Well, they are right.” He pushes a piece of stray hair off my face, securing it behind my ear. He is bold, like me. I like it. “I just moved here from New York. I am in a band, the Death Dog’s. We sing mostly rock, maybe you’ve heard of us?” I shake my head no. “No? Well we are new, but already have a pretty big following. Oh, and I do love to get into trouble in my free time. What about you?” He’s cocky;