The Arrangement 2 (6 page)

CHAPTER 10

He does it anyway. The metal clicks and his seatbelt is buckled. “Tell me not to come if you don’t want to see me.” Sean watches my face as he says it, knowing that I don’t want him to leave. He lifts his hand to my face and trails his fingers down my cheek.
Images of slippery bodies passes
through my mind.

“That’s not it.” I breathe. He’s an inch from my lips. That tugging consumes me. I want to close the distance and press my mouth to his, but I don’t.

“Then what is it?” he replies softly.

I’m quiet for a moment. I’ve forgotten what I’m talking about.
His eyes are so beautiful. The curve of those lips
is
hypnotic. No wonder why I can’t think around him.
I
find my brain
and tell him. “That seat belt only buckles. It’s doesn’t unbuckle.”

Sean
grins wolfishly, like he just deflowered an entire flock of virgins and
I’m next. “I guess I’m going with you, then.”

Shaking my head at his tenacity, I start the car. It lurches out of the parking spot and I get onto the road. Sean reaches for the heater. I tell him not to, but it’s too late.
A puff of white smoke shoots out of the vents. Reaching for the switch, I flip it off. “Don’
t touch anything.”

“There’s no heater?” he balks, but when he
glances
at me,
he
looks concerned. “Why aren’t you ever wearing a coat?”

“Because I don’t have one.
They’re expensive and it seemed like a waste of money. When it’s really cold out, I have a sweater I can wear.”

“You mean that other oversized ball of yarn I saw you wearing?” I nod. His eyes flick to the window, where it’s cracked open
next to my head
, blasting me with cold air. “Why are you still driving this thing? It’s a death trap.”

I shoot him an evil lo
ok.
“Seriously?
You’re asking me why I’m driving
a shitty
car?
Because,
I don’t have eight grand to blow whenever I want. I can barely keep this thing running as it is.” There must be
something about the way I say it, because Sean doesn’t press me. Instead the topic shifts to him.

Sean’s
fingers are at the top of the window, and he looks outside and up at the sky. “I haven’t been here at this time of year in a long time. I forgot how much I li
ke
it. The air smells like snow.” He gives me a half smil
e and asks, “Where are we going?
”

“You’ll see.” I drive into a park. It’s past dark and there aren’t many lights along the road once we’re inside.

Sean looks around and says, “If I wasn’t stuck in my seat, I’d be worried you were going to hack me up and leave me in the woods.”

Grinning,
I reply, “I have to get you out of the seatbelt somehow
.”

“You’re a little twisted, you know that?”

“Oh, and you aren’t?”

“I never said that.” Sean
gives me a look and shakes his head.

“What then
?” I say, driving past the building I was looking for. There are a few cars in the parking lot. I drive around back and stop the car. It s
h
udders and dies.

“You surprise me,
that’s
all.” Sean looks around and asks, “Where are we?”

“At the skating rink.”
I get out of the car and walk around to his side. I yank open the door to find him trying to free himself from the seat. “I’ll get it. Wait a second.” I flip open the glove box and gra
b a screw
driver. I lean across his lap and shove the screwdriver into the buckle. I can feel Sean’s breath on my cheek. His scent fills my head as I jiggle the screwdriver and the buckle comes free. “There.” Sea
n’s gaze is intense, like I just did something so sexy that he’s going to die. The way he looks at me, makes every nerve in my body feel like it’s strung tight. I want to scream in giddy excitement and laugh.

“Thanks,” S
e
an
says, his voice a little too husky.
I turn and walk away from the car. Sean
steps out of the old car and slams the door. “What are we—?” he asks but doesn’t have a chance to finish before getting hit in the face with a snowball.

I laugh hysterically, standing next to the enormous pile of ice shavings from the rink. After they fix the ice, all the shavings are dumped out back to melt. It’s the funniest
thing to grab some snow and hurl a snowball at someone when it’s summer. Since
it’s
cold outside, there is a lot more than normal because it hasn’t melted yet, but still—Sean doesn’t expect it. The look on his face is priceless.

Sean
turns toward me in slow motion, his eyes taking in the pile of snow. “You took me here to have a snowball fight?”

I nod. “Well, I can’t exactly take my chastity belt off for just anyone. You have to earn it
,
man.”

“I thought I bought it,” he says, walking slowly toward the pile of snow. It’s taller than both of us. It looks like the huge snow piles
you see in
parking lots after the plows push all the snow aside.

I back up the hill, grinning like a lunatic. “You bought the belt, not the key.”

“I’m going to pretend that I’m not in metaphorical hell and—”

Smack! I hurl another snowball at him. It hits his cheek and explodes into powder.

“You talk too much,” I giggle and start grabbing snow and throwing snowballs as fast as I can.

Sean doesn’t hesitate. He runs up the pile of snow
in his black suit and tailored black coat. He runs up the hill so that he’s higher
than me. I nail him in the stomach with a few throws before he has time to retaliate. A snowball clips my ear and the snow goes down my sweater. My hands start to sting from my lack of gloves, but I don’t really notice. We’re laughing and jumping around on the snow hill, pegging each other like little kids. Sean laughs so much that his eyes water. When I least expect it, he charges me run
ning
straight at me.
Sean’s
body collides with mine, and he pins me in the snow, holding my hands down at my sides.

I yelp as snow goes places it should
n’t
. “You suck! Let me go!
Lemme
go!
Lemmegahhhh
!”
My laughter turns into hysterical sc
reeches when he yanks my feet and snow gets shoved up my back. I try to twist away, but he doesn’t let me.

Flailing, I kick my legs out of his grip and swing. My leg clotheslines him and Sean falls next to me. I take my chance and jump on top of him, straddling him and shove
snow in his face. “You’re so mean!” I laugh, trying to make him eat snow.

Sean
grabs my wrists and pulls me down on top of him. Our eyes lock and I can’t look away. I’m freezing, but I don’t care. I want him. Leaning in slowly, I think about kissing him, about how it w
ould feel
. That’s when someone opens the backdoor to the ice rink and starts yelling.

“You damn kids! Get the hell out of here!” He can’t see us, it’s so dark, but we’ve been so loud up until now that he knows we’re here. He shines a flashlight at the snow pile.

My eyes go wide and I stifle a laugh. I get off Sean and pull him to his feet, dragging him by the wrist around to the back of the snow pile. We stay there for a second, until the guy gives up, and then bu
r
st out laughing.

“Holy shit,” he says, doubled over and breathing hard. “I haven’t gotten yelled at like that since high school.”

“Yeah, what’d you do then?”
I say
,
laughing.

“
Toilet
papered the principal’s car… and got caught by said principal when he
left for lunch early.” Sean snorts a blast of laughter and shakes his head. “He let me have it.”

I smile at him as we head to my car. It feels like I should take his hand in mine, but I don’t. We smile at each other and get back into the car. Breathing hard, I look at him. My face is frozen and I’ve been smiling so much that it’s stuck like that.

“Thanks,” I say.

“For what?”
Sean looks at me, but he doesn’t
know
it yet. There’s a stain that mars my life. It hangs over me like a lead balloon.

“I haven’t laughed so much in a really long time.”

Sean takes my hand and
holds it to his lips, cradling my frozen
fingers
between his.
“Neither have I.” Sean opens his mouth, like he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. Instead he releases my hand and I drive him back to the restaurant where he grabs his bike and we part ways.

CHAPTER
11

By the time I get home, I
’m
cold and tired. My head is
spinning,
unable to understand how tonight went from
disastrous
, to bliss. The laugh lines on my face seem like they’re going to be etched onto my skin until I walk into my dorm room. Amber is on top of some guy, riding him
like a horse,
and they’re both naked. I look away, but it’s not before I get an eye full of her bouncing boobs and sex noises that I could have lived without hearing.
Again.

I go into the shower and lock the door. I stay in there forever, hoping they’ll both pull their groin muscles or something. After a while, the hot water beats on my back and I start thinking about Sean. I wonder if I’ll ever be like that. Amber’s a skank. I wonder what made her that way, and hope to God that it doesn’t happen to me. When I get out of the shower, I wrap myself in a towel and
pad out into our room. The monkey loving is over, and I head to find clothes.

Amber is sitting up on her bed with a
pink
sheet draped over her body.
The guy she was with is gone.
Disgusted, I say, “Was
that the fourth guy this week?”

“Yes, no thanks to you. De
n
nis
tried to dump me after you blabbed.”
Amber
grabs a pack of
cigarettes
and smacks them into her palm after opening the window. She’s smoking again.
Wonderful.

“There’d be nothing to keep
secret if you didn’t screw every guy who walked in here.” I yank a pair of sweats on and head to my bed.

Amber
laughs bitterly, “You need to get laid. You should have taken
up
what’s-his-face up on the three
way
.”

“You disgust me,” I say
, staring at the ceiling and
wishing she’d fall out the window.

“Are you saving yourself, Avery? You think the right guy will just waltz into your life and you’ll be in love? Get real. Life doesn’t work that way. Sex is dirty. It has nothing to do with love.”

“I feel sorry for you,” I mutter
,
not thinking about what I’ve said.

“Screw you, bitch. You act like you’re better than me, but you’re not. You’re a goddamn
whore,
you just don’t know it yet.” She sucks on her cigarette and holds it in. “Or maybe you do
and that’s why you’re such a bitch.”
She releases a cloud of white smoke out the window.

When people find out that Amber’s my roommate, they feel sorry for me. Her reputation
precedes
her. She’s a total whore and everyone knows. The thing is, while she’s absolutely vile, her words are true. I turn my back on her and feel the center of my chest cramp. After tomorrow, I’ll be a whore—a real one.

Pressing my lips together, I say, “You’re right.”

Amber
laughs
, like she doesn’t believe me. She waits for me to say something else, to bash her again, but I don’t. I can’t. I’m a hypocrite. I don’t like that she’s slutty
,
because it affects me. No, that’s not true. I don’t like her because she’s vile, because she’s always
got
some guy’s dick in her
mouth. At least that’s what I’ve told myself all this time.

I d
on’t want to think about it any
more. I close my eyes, willing sleep to come, but it doesn’t. I lay there long after Amber passes out. My heart races so hard that I can’t stand it. I curl into a ball and feel the tears strea
k my face.
I wish things weren’t th
e way they are. I fall asleep
, wishing my life to be different, hoping for a miracle.