Unraveling (43 page)

I dropped my arm down to my side.

“If you’re trying to score points, it’s working,” I smiled at him.

“Just speaking the truth, kitten,” he kissed the side of my mouth. “Jump rope time,” he said, leading me over to a different section of the room.

We had never used jump ropes before and I had always sucked at them, even as a child. I was probably going to face plant on the ground and completely embarrass myself.

“Ready?” Jared asked.

“Uh-huh,” I said, mimicking the hold of his rope.

“We’ll do this for three minutes,” he said.

Oh, God. I wouldn’t last thirty seconds.

“Go,” he said, and I watched in amazement as he made it look effortless.

I followed his actions and the stupid rope got stuck in my hair.

“Try again,” he said, still jumping, not even winded.

The same thing happened.

“You need to bring it up higher,” he coached.

I did.

It went over my head this time but stopped at my feet.

“You need to put more momentum behind it,” this time he sounded a little bit out
of breath and I smiled to myself.

I tried again
and managed one jump.

“Forget this,” I said, throwing the rope down on the ground.

Jared chuckled but continued to jump, adding in some fancy tricks, while watching the clock on the wall.

When he finished
, he looked over at me, a small smile lifting the corners of his lips.

“Of all the things
, I thought you might not be able to do, jump rope wasn’t one of them. I thought all girls knew how to jump rope,” he grabbed a towel and wiped the sweat from his face.

“You thought wrong, bud,” I picked up my water bottle.

“Well,” he put his hands on his hips, “I think I’ve tortured you enough for the day.”

“Amen,” I cried, completely exhausted. I was going home, taking a shower, and sleeping until my birthday.

37

“We’re here,”
Jared said, pulling in front of the beat up building that housed the bowling alley. It looked like it had seen better days, but I thought it was perfect. It was exactly like I had imagined one would be.

A child-like giggle of excitement escaped me, and I jumped a little in the seat.

Jared laughed at my reaction. “It doesn’t take much to make you happy.”

“
No, it doesn’t,” I said, clamoring my way out of the vehicle.

We rented our shoes and Jared led me to the private lanes they had reserved for the party.

Magenta balloons were tied to the seats and I could see a small bar area where there was a cake and presents.

The others were already
here, putting on their rental shoes and entering their names into the computer.

“Piper!” I cried, spotting her pink and black hair.

I ran to her and hugged her. She was shocked, slowly wrapping her arms around me. I’d never touched her before.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I cried.

“I couldn’t miss your birthday. When Rollo called, I came straight home.”

“Thank you,” I pulled away. “How’d it go with your parents? I was worried, since they didn’t take the news about fashion school, well.”

She sighed. “It was extremely awkward and pretty quiet. At least, there wasn’t any yelling,” she shrugged.

“I’m sorry,”
I said.

“I knew they wouldn’t approve. I just wish they’d understand that I have to do this. I have to follow my heart,” she adjusted the hat on her head.

“They’ll get there, one day,” I patted her shoulder sympathetically.

“I just wonder how long it’ll take,” she looked at the ground. Brightening, she said, “Enough about my crappy life. Happy birthday! Say goodbye to your teens, they weren’t
all that great anyway.”

I laughed. “No, they weren’t. At least
, not until I met Jared.”

“
Awww,” Piper said. “That’s so sweet.”

“It’s true,” I looked around at everyone gathered.

I’d never had a party like this before. Something simple with people that actually cared for me, it was a foreign concept, but one I loved.

“Get your shoes on, kittycat,” Jared called.

I sat down in one of swivel chairs and yanked my shoes off. I put on a pair of socks and then, put on the bowling shoes. I giggled to myself. They weren’t very attractive.

“Are you ready?” Jared asked. “You’re up first.”

I blanched. “I hoped that you guys would go before me. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know what to do.”

Jared grinned. “No worries
, I’ll help you.”

I grimaced, biting my lip. “
Ooookay,” I said. I honestly doubted that anyone could help me. What twenty year old didn’t know how to bowl?

I picked the lightest bowling ball I could find and stood hesitantly in front of the lane.

“You’re holding it right,” Jared said, his breath gusting against my cheek. “Now just bring your arm back like this,” his hand was suddenly on my arm, “and swing forward, letting go.”

The ball thumped to the ground, rolling slowly for a few feet before falling into the gutter.

“I don’t think I did it right,” I frowned.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.” He brushed the hair off my neck and kissed a spot just below my ear. I shivered from the sensation.

“Jared!” Holden called. “The poor girl can’t think straight, let alone bowl, when you’re doing that.”

“Shut it,” Jared glared at his best friend.

The ball came back and I tried again.

I knocked down one pin.

One.

Stickin
’.

Pin.

“This is way harder than I thought it would be,” I grumbled.

“You’ll get the hang of it,” Jared said, leading me back to one of the small tables to wait for his turn.

Karlie was next and I made sure to watch all her movements. She managed to knock down all of the pins except for two. We clapped and she turned, taking a small bow, before proceeding, to knock the last two pins down.

Dan, Jared, and Holden, all got a strike… whatever that was. I assumed it was good since they knocked all the pins down at one go.
Piper and Patsy didn’t do too badly.

Rollo
, however, sucked, just like me. He hadn’t ever been bowling before, either. Our parents thought something like this, was beneath them.

“This is ridiculous!” Rollo cried when his ball went into the gutter a second time.

It was my turn again and Jared stood to help me but I waved him off. “I’ve got this,” I said.

“You sure?” he asked.

I nodded, picking up the ball, and he sat back down.

I studied the pins and took a deep breath.
I could do this.

I let the ball sling forward and closed my eyes as it rolled down the lane.

Cheers erupted behind me and I opened my eyes to see that only three pins remained standing.

I let out a squeal of delight.

Jared picked me up and swung me around. “Good job, kitten,” he kissed me.

The ball came back and I prepped myself to knock down the remaining pins.

I let the ball go and waited, eyes open this time.

Two went down but one remained standing, stubbornly.

I frowned, but I had done so much better than the first time, that I couldn’t be sad for long.

Plus, with all these people surrounding me, cheering me on, there was no way I could be miserable.

This was one of the best days of my life, definitely one I would remember for a long time.

~***~

We played two games and then stopped to eat at the bar area.

The bowling alley served concession type food. Jared said we could go to a restaurant but I thought this was perfect.

I ordered a hot dog and fries, slathering both with ketchup.

I bit into the hotdog and moaned. Nothing had ever tasted so good before.

Jared chuckled at my reaction.

“It’s so good,” I said, wiping ketchup from the corner of my mouth.

“It’s a hotdog,” he said in a tone that implied I was crazy.

“I don’t care, it’s yummy,” I took another bite.

“Katy Spencer, you are one strange girl,” he shook his head. “But I wouldn’t have you any other way,” he leaned over and kissed my cheek.

Everyone else was chatting, leav
ing Jared and I alone. I thought it was sweet that they were trying to give us space.

Jared looked around, making sure they were occupied and pulled a small, wrapped box from his pocket.

He handed it to me, a blush staining his cheeks. It was so unusual to see a man like Jared blush, which made me insanely curious to know what was inside the box.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered, sliding the box across the counter to me.

I ripped the hot pink paper off and was presented with a box similar to the one my bracelet had been in. Unconsciously, I fingered the soft cord material on my wrist. I never took it off.

I swallowed and lifted the lid off, lifting a slender gold chain out
, with a small gold key on the end; a gold heart was beside the key.

“Here’s where I get really cheesy,” Jared smiled, his cheeks growing redder. “I wanted to get you something special. Something with meaning.” He fingered the charms on the end of the long chain and said, “This symbolizes that you hold the key to my heart. Only you… always.”

“I- I-” I stuttered. My voice thickened as tears threatened to consume me. “That’s so sweet, Jared. I can’t thank you enough.” I handed the necklace to him and turned around, pulling my hair up to bare my neck. “Put it on me?”

He didn’t answer; I just felt the cool chain touch my skin. He clasped it and then kissed my neck.

I let my hair drop back down, and swiveled back to face him. “I love it,” I fingered the chain. “It’s perfect.
You
are perfect.”

“No,” he shook his head and played with a piece of my hair. “I’m not. No one’s perfect. But I try.”

“Thank you, Jared. I love it,” I leaned over and kissed him.

“Good,” he let out a sigh of relief, “I was worried you wouldn’t like it.”

“I would love anything you gave me, because I would know how much thought and care you put into it. You’re a special man, Jared,” I kissed the cleft in his chin.

“You’re the special one,” he breathed, cupping my cheek and pulling me towards him so that we were forehead to forehead.

“Hey!” Rollo called and tossed a rolled up napkin at our heads. “Stop looking at each other like lovesick puppies and cut that cake! I need cake!”

I laughed and looked into Jared’s warm brown eyes. “I think Rollo wants cake
.”

“We have to sing happy birthday
, first,” Jared swung his head in Rollo’s direction.

“Then get those candles in there and sing!” Rollo cried.

I busted out laughing. I don’t know what I would do without Rollo to keep me sane and make me laugh.

Jared stuck twenty candles in the cake and pulled a lighter out of his pocket.

As soon as they were all lit, they began to sing.

I blushed at the loud, off-key, way they sang the song. But despite my embarrassment, it was perfect.

I blew out the candles and didn’t bother making a wish.

Everything I
hadn’t known to wish for was with me in this room. I didn’t need anything else.

38

“Don’t you just looooove moving day!”
Rollo cried, clapping his hands together and jumping up and down, enthusiastically.

“I’m sure
, if you don’t have to lift any furniture, it’s wonderful,” Holden grumbled as he and Jared carried in a couch.

“You have bigger muscles than I do. I can’t strain myself,” Rollo laughed.

Holden rolled his eyes.

Jared and Holden twisted the couch at an angle to fit it through the door.

“I can’t believe you got your parents to agree to let you move on in,” I said, picking up a box and carrying it into the apartment.

Rollo followed me with empty arms. Figures.

“I think they were sick of me complaining about the dorm and figured this was the only way to shut me up,” he chuckled. “Lads!” he called to Jared and Holden.

Lads? I shook my head. Only Rollo would say something like that.

“What?” Jared looked up.

“I don’t want the couch there. I want it here,” Rollo pointed
to a different spot.

“You’ve got to be kidding m
e!” Holden cried, picking up an end of the couch again.