Complicate Me (The Good Ol' Boys #1) (15 page)

Tears fell from my eyes, down the sides of my face, and into a puddle where his emotions now lay beside mine. I couldn’t stop the tears, and for the first time I didn’t want to.

So I said the only thing that I knew to be true. “I love you, Bo,” I wept my voice breaking.

He hit his head against the wall, the ball no longer flowed through the air, but it was tightly gripped in the palm of his hand. His eyes shut like what I just expressed caused him pain. It only made me cry harder.

Then the ball unexpectedly hurled through the air, hitting the wall so hard it broke through the drywall. He immediately stood and was over to the door in three strides, opening it and stopping right before he stepped out onto the deck.

With a bowed head and soft voice he said, “I love you, too.” And then he was gone.

Only adding to the times…

That he walked away from me.

Lucas always comforted me. With his arms, his words, his expressions, even when he was hurting me. He was as much my refuge as I was his. I lay there for the rest of the evening, staring at the hole in the wall and letting the music lull me.

Waiting.

I heard the door open and close. I felt his presence as he sat beside me gently lifting my head into his lap. I closed my eyes while he lovingly stroked my hair.

Softly humming…

My Brown Eyed Girl.

I watched him walk in from the corner of my eye. It had been a few days since I first saw him. He sat out on the deck, and I made my way out there, tray in hand. I placed it on the table, and he smiled the same dimply grin that made my belly flutter and my palms sweaty.

“The boys didn’t scare you off, huh?” I joked with a hint of amusement in my voice and a hand firmly positioned at my hip.

“I like to live life on the edge.” He leaned back in his chair as he looked up at me with a slight glimmer in his gaze. “You’re too pretty to stay away from.”

The crimson red crept along my cheeks, immediately making me feel hot all over. I ignored his comment and moved the glass of water, with the chips and salsa from the tray to the table, not meeting his fixated glare that was intently placed on my flushed face.

“I really need to stop blushing around you,” I admitted, handing him the napkins.

“Please don’t,” was all he said.

I smiled, peeking up at him through my lashes.

“So, Alexandra—”

“You can call me Alex.”

“Can I now?” he teased. “What if I don’t want to?”

I raised an eyebrow, trying to hide the smile from my face.

“Alex is a boy name and you darlin’, are no boy.”

I giggled and it seemed foreign coming from my body. I sounded like a girl, and I tried to pretend that I didn’t love that. 

“Besides, Alexandra is a beautiful name and it suits you just fine.”

I nodded while I pursed my lips, making him cock his head to the side. “Are you enticing me, beautiful girl?”

“Wow,” I breathed out. “You are quite the flirt, huh? This work for you back home?”

He smiled, big and wide and folded his arms over his chest. “I don’t know, is it working for me now?”

I smiled back, shrugging. “Where you from anyway?”

“You change the subject when you’re shy and you ignore compliments, good to know. I’m from California.”

I smirked. “Ah, hence the surfing.”

“Hence she says,” he teased again.

“Are you done?”

He shook his head with a proud look on his face. “I haven’t even started, darlin’.”

“Where in California?”

I could see that he wanted to call me out on the fact that he was right about everything he claimed. “Santa Barbara.” But he didn’t. “Ever been?”

“No. I’ve never been anywhere before.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“Well coming from someone who has been everywhere, there’s something to be said about a small town girl.”

I jerked back with lowered eyebrows.

“In the best possible way that is,” he added after taking in my grimace. “This is the first time I’ve been to Oak Island, though.”

“You should check out the pier or umm, the lighthouse.”

“You should show me,” he quickly followed.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I mean you’re my only friend and all.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I stated with a grin.

He put up three fingers. “Scouts Honor.”

I laughed. “What would you like to order?”

He grabbed the menu, looking at it for a few seconds and moving his head side-to-side to the music playing from the speakers. “I’ll take the gator bites and a cheeseburger with curly fries.”

“Coming right up.”

“And, I’ll take you as a tour guide for a day.”

I peered up at him while writing his order on my pad of paper. “I work every day this week.”

“Next week?”

“I don’t know yet,” I lied.

“Yes, you do. Oh, come on, don’t make me beg.”

I narrowed my eyes at him in laughter.

“It’s not a date if that’s what you’re thinking. Not that I would mind that, but I just think we should get to know each other before you fall in love with me.”

My eyes widened and my mouth dropped.

“You’ll see,” he simply stated.

I shook my head because quite frankly I had no clue how to respond to that, and I wasn’t going to pretend that I did. I spun and left him sitting completely pleased with the effect that he had on me. There was no hiding it.

Cole Hayes was something else.

I just hadn’t figured out what that was yet.

We sat inside at our usual table, sitting directly across from where I could see Alex. I watched her talking to Cole, anxiously wanting to know what went through her mind. What she thought about. What she felt. What she wanted. I imagined it had something to do with the pretty boy who sat in front of her. I ignored the plaguing assumptions and directed my attention back to her.

The way she blushed.

The way she smiled.

The way she pursed her lips when she was nervous.

How her head would tilt back when she laughed, always laughing with her entire body that had Cole quickly mirroring her contagious laughter. How her hand would instinctively find her cocked hip, waiting to emphasize her sassy comments and witty stance. All the feisty mannerisms that made her who she was, all the little things that I loved so much about her, Cole witnessed with a fascinating regard of complete and utter devotion. He couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

And he didn’t want to.

He was completely mesmerized with our Half-Pint, wanting to know more. Wanting to know everything. Both of them entirely wrapped up in each other, oblivious to anyone or anything around them.

As much as I hated seeing her flirt with someone who wasn't me and trust me, I fucking despised it. I couldn't take my goddamn eyes away from her. My gaze solely focused on her and her alone. I barely paid any attention to him or at least I tried not to. The crazy thing about it was that I watched her hundreds of times, shit it may have been thousands by that point. I often wondered if she knew half of what I truly took in, my eyes could sense her presence anywhere. I gravitated toward her. She was like a magnet to me. It had always been that way, especially when we were kids. At times, I felt like it was mutual, that we were connected in a way that neither one of us understood. But as I sat there taking her in, watching her every move, I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me question the bond we had.

Was it just in my mind or was it actually real?

I couldn't be around them for very long, the jealousy that washed over me was hell. The constant subtle body language between them taunted me from across the room. I wanted to walk over and tell Cole to back the fuck off. My possessiveness could be felt around the room. It was that thick and consuming, blinding and overwhelming. I drowned in it. I couldn't put it into words or coherent thoughts. I felt it in my very being. It flowed through me like the waves of the ocean, dragging me under until I couldn’t breathe. 

I knew what she meant to me.

But for the first time I sat there and watched her through different eyes. It was like admiring a whole new person, someone I saw for the first time. I couldn't fathom how that was even possible, we grew up beside one another our whole lives. How was I just now noticing the shift between our Half-Pint and Alexandra?

How did it take me this long?

No longer the little girl with pigtails running after us, insistent that she would do everything we did. Dressing like us, and acting like us, it didn’t matter what it was, she’d always been one of the boys.

One of us.

Right before our very own eyes, the feisty, shy, adorable girl, the same one who would tackle you to the ground if you ever called her one, acted like a real girl. Somewhere along the line she shed her Half-Pint skin and slowly transformed into her own being. She became Alexandra. She didn't need the boys or me. She could stand on her own and be her own person. It took me seeing her with Cole to realize and acknowledge it.

She grew up.

As much as I wanted to go over there and stop whatever spark ignited between them, I didn’t want to interrupt seeing her blossom. Seeing her appear so different but still the same, if that made any sense at all. It only added to the pile of things I loved about her.

I caught Cole’s demeanor every once in a while, taking everything in and cherishing every second of it. She had the same effect on him that she had on us.

Especially me.

Jacob's glare was seen out of the corner of my eye, it was the exact same stare I gave her, them. As soon as she walked back into the room our eyes locked across the distance. The connection we always shared found its way into both of our bodies, almost like it was ingrained in us. Her apprehensive, almost questioning gaze immediately spread across her face, making me lower my eyes to my menu. I could play off staring at her, but there was no way in hell I could hide my natural response to her at that moment. So, naturally I pretended it never happened and Jacob hadn't noticed when I knew damn well he did.

“Hey,” she announced with a steady voice when she reached our table. “Good waves today, huh? It’s windy out. I put your orders in, they should be out soon.”

I nodded while I played on my phone. “What did douchebag want?”

“Be nice,” she warned in a lighthearted tone.

I looked up at her and smiled. “I’m always nice.”

She smiled back, her face sedated. “I’m going to check on your orders.”

We ate our food and played some pool to let it digest before heading back out. The swells were getting bigger and higher.

“I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll catch up with you guys,” I said after we paid our bills. Jacob lingered for a few seconds but didn’t call me out on it, nodding his head and following the rest of them out.

I saw her walking across the room into the hallway. My feet moved forward as if being pulled by a rope, and I found myself following her. She made her way to the restroom, and I was grateful it was secluded in the back of the building, because I waited for her.

“What did he want?” I immediately questioned when she came out of the bathroom.

She gasped, putting her hand on her chest. “You scared the crap out of me.”

I had reached for the side of her face before reason and doubt took over, my fingers grazed her cheek, and I tucked a misplaced hair behind her ear. Her lips parted and her chest rose.

“You look really pretty today. I wanted to tell you that. Your hair is getting so long.” It was almost down to her waist, she wore white jean shorts and a crop top that showed a little bit of her belly when she moved fast. The restaurant called for casual beach attire, so her parents never made the staff wear uniforms. They dressed how they wanted.