Impulsion: A Station 32 Fire Men Novel (43 page)

“Aw, it couldn
’t have been that bad.”

She sat up, cocking one eyebrow. Another one of her talents that I lacked. Damn my untalented eyebrows. “Are you kidding me? I
’ve been dying here without you. You’re the only thing that keeps me sane half the time.”

“Then I
’m not doing a very good job,” I teased.

“Ha ha. Seriously. I can
’t wait for the first day of senior year when I get to walk into that school with you by my side again. I’ll finally be able to have real conversations with someone, instead of what sales are going on at the mall, and what colour of nail polish is in season. I swear to God, Olive, I’ve pictured killing Reagan so many different ways in my head, I’m afraid for her safety.”

“I
’d actually love to hear some of those,” I said with a laugh. When Ella first told me she had become friends with the most popular girl in our school, Reagan Kennedy (no she’s not related, although she’d like people to think she is) I almost threw up. It had left a sour taste in my stomach and I ended up having one of my panic attacks that night when I went to bed. I was so scared Ella would turn into another one of Reagan’s robots that she wouldn’t be the same Ella I had grown up with. But thankfully the armour we built over the years of wit and intelligence stood against the mind-numbing stupidity that emanated from her and that whole group of girls.

I still didn
’t like that she had been friends with them for the past two years. I couldn’t help but wonder how that would change things when we went back after summer break, but it was nice to see Ella didn’t think it would be a problem. I knew for sure I wasn’t going to be accepted into that group. Reagan had made it very clear how she felt about me freshman year. I was the strange art girl. Anything outside of the mall and People Magazine was strange and foreign to her.

I got up and started recapping the paints before they dried out. My eye caught movement outside of my window and I turned my head to see what it was. Damn. Now that I was looking, I couldn
’t seem to force myself to look away.

“Hey!
” Ella’s voice snapped at me. I almost pulled my neck from whipping my head around so fast. My cheeks flamed like I’d just been caught doing something horrible. I didn’t think ogling my neighbour qualified as ‘horrible’ per se. At least, I hoped it didn’t, because I’d been doing it since he moved in to the house next to mine when I was ten.

“Did you hear me?
”

“Uh, no. What did you say?
”

Her lips pursed like they always did when she was unimpressed. “What are you looking at out there that you
’re completely ignoring me?” She stomped over (literally) to my window and I had the strongest urge to pull the curtains shut and tell her ‘nothing’ like a completely obvious nut. Instead I just froze and waited for her reaction. The smile I knew was coming spread across her face.

“Colt Morgan, huh? Still got the hots for him?
” She grinned at me, wiggling her eyebrows. I decided then that I hated her eyebrows. Maybe I could shave them when we had a sleepover…nah. Then she’d look like that girl from The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, and that was just creepy.

“Shut up,
” I said, turning to finish the task I had originally set out to do. My paints were like my babies. I always took care of them, which meant making sure they never dried out.

“I bet he looks different than from what you remember,
” she continued, like she couldn’t tell I
really
didn’t want to talk about it. For eight years of my life I’ve had the biggest crush on a guy I’ve never done more than nod my head at. Not one word. Not one smile or wave, or any form of communication other than a nod. I was so lame. He probably thought I was such a freak, which meant that even if I wanted to, there was no way I could speak to him now. Nope. My life would be spent watching him from a distance as I became an old, lonely lady with ten cats.

Crap. I hated cats.

Against my will, I walked back over to stand beside her and looked out the window. He was still out there, leaning beneath the hood of his 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle that his father had bought him when he was thirteen. Who the hell buys a thirteen year old kid a classic car? Seriously! His father also ended up walking out on his mother the following day so clearly he wasn’t the best parental role model. I remembered watching him when his father got home with it. The roaring sound of the engine had caught my attention while I sat in my window, painting the cherry blossoms on the Stephenson’s lawn across the street. I still remembered the look on his face too. It had been – priceless.

It was also the last time I really saw him smile like that since that following day after his dad left. From then on he rarely smiled, rarely said hello to me as I walked by with my head down and my shoulders hunched, rarely showed up for school or any school functions. Colt Morgan had gone from an okay student to a bad student in less than five days. It was probably a record.

The sun gleamed off his naked back, his head invisible beneath the hood. Tattoos covered his arms, and part of his back, but didn’t take away from the smooth, bronzed perfection that was his body. I gave myself a good mental shake.

“Doesn
’t the man own a damn shirt?” I muttered with a huff.

“Dear God, I hope not,
” Ella said on a sigh, fanning herself with her hand. Colt stood up at that moment, wiping his hands on a towel hooked through one of the belt loops on his jeans that hung dangerously low on his narrow hips. He ran his hand through his messy, dark hair, completely unaware that he was being gawked at by two girls. “That man is so hot it hurts to look at him sometimes.”

“How has he been the last two years?
” I asked, trying my best to hide my genuine concern. I really didn’t know him at all, but I’d lived beside him for so long it kind of felt like I did. When we were really young he used to say hi to me, and then as we got older it had just been a nod in my direction. I always wondered if that was because I never said hi back and he had just given up, or if he had just gotten too cool to say hello to the weird art girl that lived next door.

By the last year that I was here before leaving for school, it had turned into nothing at all. I would see him out of the corner of my eye when I
’d get home and walk up the path to my front door. I knew he’d see me too, but he’d just stopped acknowledging me all together. It had hurt. I don’t know why, considering he owed me nothing.

“He runs with a pretty bad crowd,
” Ella was saying. “Reagan and all the girls flirt with him endlessly, it’s kind of disgusting.” I turned my head to look at her. “No, don’t worry, I never flirted with him. One, I know he’s your soul mate and I would never do that to you. And two, he kind of scares me.”

Another boy walked out of the garage, his voice calling out to Colt and causing him to turn so I could finally see his face. It was still perfect. The same sharp lines that made my fingers itch to paint him. The same perfect lips that begged me to capture them on canvas. And the same haunting grey eyes that were almost silver. The ones that I had seen in my dreams more times than I could count.

“Now that one I am definitely not scared of,” Ella said, growling. Wait. Did she just growl?

“What are you? A cougar now?
”

She laughed. “That, my absent friend, is Colt
’s best friend, Rannon. Also known as my future husband.” I observed the other boy, taking in his bleached out hair that was almost white, the contrast to his golden skin making it actually look good. It was shaved short on the sides but longer on the top, swept back off his face. Clearly it was a styled look and yet he carried it off as though he couldn’t care less how he looked. His face was all angles from what I could see, but I could definitely understand why Ella was attracted to him.

“Is that right?
”

“Yup!
” she said happily. “Isn’t it perfect? We’re going to marry BFFs.”

“Your craziness has developed tenfold since I
’ve been away.”

“I know.
” She laughed again.

I watched the two boys as they talked, gesturing to the car
’s engine now and again. I could just make out the silver gleam of the lip ring at the corner of Colt’s mouth. It should have been a travesty, piercing something that perfect, but somehow the jewellery just made it better.

“So this Rannon guy, you talk to him at all at school?
”

She snorted. “As if. Like I said, your man down there scares me, and so do most of his friends. But I still think he
’s the one. I just have to work up the courage to make him realize I exist.”

“Well don
’t ask me for any advice with that one,” I muttered, watching them outside. “I’m pretty sure I’m the choir you’re preaching to.”

“Maybe that should be our goal this summer,
” Ella said, clapping her hands. “Operation ‘Make the Bad Boys Notice Us’.”

“Uh, no. I
’m still the freak, remember? Just because you’ve become Miss Popular, doesn’t mean I have. If he hooks up with those kinds of girls, there’s no way he’d give me the time of day.”

“Pffff, girl please. You are a hundred times prettier than Reagan and her zombie posse.
”

I self-consciously pulled at the ends of my plain brown hair that I hadn
’t cut in years and probably should have because all it did was hang in waves down my back. Everyone always said I had nice eyes, but I always found them dull. They weren’t the bright, vibrant green of fresh grass or an emerald like I would have wanted. No, they were too pale to be beautiful. And I always hated the smattering of freckles across my nose that seemed to pop out more in the summer when I’d been in the sun too much.

“Stop it,
” Ella said, smacking my hand. “I know exactly what you’re thinking, and trust me you’re gorgeous. Guys always notice you. You just don’t notice them back.”

I snorted, biting back my response of ‘you have to say that, you
’re my best friend’ because I knew that would only piss her off more. The boys were both bent over the engine now. We watched them in rapt silence. It occurred to me that what we were doing was seriously creepy and probably illegal in most places, but I couldn’t seem to pull my eyes away.

Suddenly Miley Cyrus
’ voice filled my bedroom, her song
Can’t Stop
blaring. I looked around frantically like an atom bomb was about to go off as Ella walked calmly over to her purse and pulled out her phone. She looked over at my stunned face.

“Don
’t judge me,” she said, swiping her finger across the screen to answer it. “Hello?”

I turned back to the window, ignoring her as she spoke to whoever was on the other end. I didn
’t even have a phone. Why bother when there was no one to call you? Ella and I would talk whenever I got the chance to use the communal phone in the dorm. Other than that, we always spoke online. My eyes sought Colt again, meeting those silver orbs head on.

“Shit,
” I cursed, flying backwards away from the window. I crouched on the floor, frozen, like if I just didn’t move it would make the situation better. Ella had stopped talking, looking at me with a strange face.

“Yeah, I
’m still here,” she said into the phone. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll meet you girls there around ten. Oh, and I’ll probably be bringing a friend,” she said with a mischievous smile at me. “No, not a guy. Don’t worry about it. See you there.” Her phone clicked as she hung up.

“Miley Cyrus? Seriously?
”

“At least I
’m not the one hiding on her bedroom floor. What the hell are you doing?”

I stood up, feeling really stupid. “I think he saw me looking at him.
”

Ella laughed loudly, tossing her phone back into her purse. “That
’s awesome.”

“Not it
’s not!”

“I
’m sure he didn’t actually see you. The sun reflects off the windows so you can’t see in. Plus, we’re on the second floor, there’s no way he could see you all the way up here.”

“But he was looking right at me,
” I argued.

“Probably just a coincidence.
”

I prayed she was right. I watched as she walked back over to the window and looked down.

“They’re both just working on that damn car.” She turned, her face lit up. “Guess who that was on the phone.”

“I give up,
” I said, walking over to my vanity to grab a hair tie. I swept my hair up into a messy bun and flopped down across my bed on my stomach so I could still look at her.

“You didn
’t even guess.”

I shrugged.

“Fine. You suck. It was Jennifer,” she announced.

“Yay.
” I couldn’t make my voice any drier if I tried.

“She just told me that there is a party tonight! And we are totally going!
” She jumped up and down, clapping her hands.

“There is no way I
’m going to a party tonight.”