Stalk Me (20 page)

“Ahhhhh!” I scream.

Brooklyn turns around to see Cush pick me up and twirl me around. Then he drops my feet into the sand and kisses me. 

It’s a long kiss, but I’ve yet to close my eyes. I’m still staring out at the ocean. Out at Brooklyn, specifically. 

And Brooklyn chooses this exact moment to finally lock eyes with me. The look of disgust he gives me makes me feel like the broken shards from my heart are now flying into my eyes, piercing them.

And it pisses me off. 

It’s not my fault we’re not together. 

I didn’t leave him. 

I didn’t hook up with someone else. 

Um, okay, so I did, but that was only after he ditched me. 

I decide it’s only fair to throw a few shards back in the jerk’s direction.  

I leap up and wrap my legs around Cush’s waist. He grabs my butt to hold me up while kissing me. I close my eyes and get into the kiss. Start running my hands wildly through the back of his hair. Trying to show Brooklyn how much I like Cush. How what he did didn’t hurt me in the least. Because I’m happy, and lucky to be with a guy like Cush.

After our big PDA, Cush sets me down. “Want a piggyback ride?” 

I don’t reply, just jump on his back, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss his shoulder while he runs back up the beach. 

When I hop off his back, he turns to me and says with a smirk, “That probably pissed him off, huh?” 

“Probably. Is that why you did it?”

“Yep.” Then he gives me the sweetest looking face ever and whispers, “Plus, I love you.”

I give him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

“Well, I don’t care what he thinks,” I lie. 

I want to look back at him, but I can’t bear to, so I change the subject. “Vanessa is super pissed.”

“We knew she would be.”

I grab my phone and read him what she said. Another text pops up on my screen. This one I don’t read to anyone.

Vanessa:  You might just be as big of a bitch as I am. Enjoy your day in the sun, Keatyn. None of those people are your friends, and I’ll ruin you. Pinky swear!

I think about what I just did to her. How I made her look at school. How I wanted to hurt her. 

I look out in the water at Brooklyn and think about how I put on a show to make him feel bad. To hurt him.

I gulp and realize she’s right. 

I may have become the biggest bitch of all.

Friday, May 27th

A herd of sheep.

1pm

Finally. School is out for the summer! We finished up the last of our finals, checked in our textbooks, and got out at noon. 

Vanessa and RiAnne have been ignoring Cush and me at school this week. Not that I blame them. And it’s what I wanted, right? 

It just doesn’t feel very good. 

Cush and I went out to lunch with a bunch of the guys from his soccer team and some of their girlfriends. They were all going to spend the rest of the day at a nearby water park, but we decided to go back to my house and lay on the beach instead. 

We’re tired. We both studied really hard for our tests, and I didn’t sleep well all week. I think my subconscious is trying to punish me for being a bitch by giving me horrible dreams.

Kym is in the kitchen working on her laptop when we wander in the house. 

“Keatyn, let’s talk about your birthday.”

“My birthday? It’s not until August.”

“I know, but you’re going to be seventeen. Don’t you think it’s time we throw you a big bash? A Super Sweet Seventeen?” 

Cush says, “That’d be tight. You didn’t have a Sweet Sixteen.”

“That’s because we went to Australia, and when I got home, they had remodeled my closet! It was my best birthday ever!”

“Aren’t you supposed to want a car when you turn sixteen? That’s when I got my car.”

“I get to drive the Rover and most of Tommy’s cars whenever I want, so I didn’t really need one for my birthday.”

“So what kind of party are you thinking, Kym?” Cush says. He seems enthralled with the idea, and Kym is eating it up.

“Well, I was going to ask the birthday girl what her dream party would be. But what do you think?”

Cush turns and looks at me. “I think you should rent out The Side Door. That place we go dancing. Get your friend to DJ, bring in some food. Invite everybody. It would rock.”

“Is that the club you go to on Thursday nights?”

“Yeah, it’s really fun. Huge. But I think for my birthday, I might just want something small. Maybe a nice dinner with the family or something.”

“What’s wrong with you lately?” Kym says. “Most girls would kill for a party like this. I’m talking dancing, rap stars, everyone cool from your school. You’re young. You’re beautiful. We need to introduce you to society.”

“You gonna marry me off for some beach property and a herd of sheep?”

“Aren’t you just hilarious? Come on, think big. What would you want?”

Cush says to Kym, “She’s having some trouble with Vanessa right now.” He turns to me. “Think about it, Keatyn. That place is huge. You wouldn’t have to invite just the popular people. You could be nice and invite everyone.”

“That’s true. I could. You’re brilliant.” I lean over and give him a kiss.

“I don’t have a man in my life right now,” Kym says flatly. “Or even a hot fling. So do not sit there and kiss in front of me. It makes me feel old.”

Cush and I stop kissing and laugh. 

“You’re leaving for Grandma and Grandpa’s tomorrow, aren’t you?” Kym asks.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see them. Their ranch is so fun. Grandma is going to teach me how to make homemade pies this year. You know, Kym, Grandma says the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Maybe you need to learn to bake.”

Kym shakes her head. “If you ever see me baking for a man, promise you will hold an intervention and send me to rehab or something, because it will mean I’ve finally lost my mind.”

Wednesday, June 1st

Picture of your world.

9:50pm

Tomorrow night I’m going back home. I’ve had a great time relaxing at my grandparents’ ranch in East Texas. 

Although, relaxing is definitely the wrong word. 

When I’m here, I work all day long. Feeding the horses. Riding the horses. Brushing the horses. Helping Grandma cook. Hanging the sheets to dry on the clothesline outside. Grandma’s sheets smell so good. I wish I could bottle the scent and take it home with me. 

Grandpa and I are sitting on the front porch drinking spiked lemonade. Grandpa says spiked lemonade is good for the soul. 

“Sometimes it’s hard being the daughter of someone famous,” I tell him. I’ve been thinking a lot about friends lately. Damian’s off in Europe. Brooklyn isn’t speaking to me. Vanessa and RiAnne haven’t spoken to me either. I wanted to make a point. I wanted to show them that I was serious about wanting to be nicer to people. I wanted them to know I was fed up with them and the way they were behaving. And in the process, I behaved worse than they ever have. If it weren’t for Cush, I wouldn’t even want to go back to school. Honestly, having a tutor sounds pretty good right now.

Grandpa sips on his lemonade and looks out over his land. When he sets his glass down and starts rocking in his chair again, he says, “You need to get a bigger picture of your world.”

“What do you mean? I have a big picture of the world. I’ve traveled the world since I was a kid.”

Grandpa shakes his head. “Well, hotshot, just cause you’ve traveled the world, doesn’t mean you know jack shit about your world.”

“My world? I’m living in my world. I don’t get it.”

“At some point in their life, every person has to strike out on their own. I was on my own at sixteen, working cattle fields in Wichita, and then on oil rigs. I was my own man. You’re beginning on your journey of becoming who you’re going to be. You’re fixing to strike out on your own. You want to stop being Abby Johnston’s daughter and start being yourself? Stop bitching about it and do it.”

“That’s pretty deep for an old cowboy,” I tease.

He gets up, ruffles my hair — which is Grandpa-speak for I love you — and tells me it’s time to hit the hay.

Friday, June 3rd

A little naughty.

10am

Back at home, I’m still unpacking when Cush rings the doorbell. The girls and Nanny are at dance class, so I’m the only one home. I open the door, and Cush rushes in. He picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, runs into my room, throws me on the bed, and attacks my face with kisses. 

“Dang, what’s my greeting going to be like after I’ve been away in France for three weeks?”

Cush grins at me. “What can I say? I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah.” I grab my bag. We decided to go back to his house, where we’ll have total privacy. We’re going to hang by the pool and order in dinner.

On the drive over, he says, “Did I tell you I’m having a party tomorrow night? Remember I promised the soccer team one to celebrate our season and to thank them for making me team captain?”

A party? 

A party where Cush will have girls all over him. 

“So you want to break up with me?”

“What? No? Why would I want to do that? I love you.” He grabs my hand and kisses it.

“I’ll be gone for three weeks, Cush. You’re the guy who has a different girl at every party.”

“If you’re worried about me cheating on you, don’t be. I’m crazy about you. No way I want to screw that up.”

I must not look convinced because he says, “Look at my phone.”

I read down a long list of girls that have texted him. Girls telling him how hot he is. Girls wanting to hook up. Hang out. And some are even much more descriptive in telling him all the sexual things they want to do to him. 

His reply to them all makes me happy. He may not have been my dream guy, but he sure is behaving like a dream guy should.

Sorry, I have a girlfriend. 

Some of the girls gave up quickly. A couple said,
That sucks
. He didn’t reply. 

Others were more persistent, not really caring that he has a girlfriend. They tried to talk him into just hanging out. They told him they’ve missed him. Some even sent naked photos trying to prove their point. 

To them, he replied again. 

I have a girlfriend that I’m seriously in love with. Please don’t send me any more pictures. 

It makes me feel happy. 

When we get to his house, I push him onto the couch, plop on his lap, kiss him, and run my hands all over him. Basically got him all hot and bothered. 

Then I decide to be a little naughty. 

I get up, slowly strip off my skirt in front of him, and let it drop to the floor. 

Then I run into the kitchen, strip off my shirt, and toss it on the floor.

“I like this game,” Cush yells from behind me. 

“If I’m going to be gone for three weeks, I ought to make today memorable.”

 I undo my bra in the game room, spin the strap around my finger, and let it fall to the ground. 

He’s still on my tail. 

I run out the glass doors to the deck, shedding my panties on the way, and slip into the pool being careful not to get my hair wet.

I’m floating on a raft completely naked when he bounds out the glass doors.

He grins really big and quickly strips off his clothes. Then he backs up, runs toward the pool, and does a big cannonball that completely drenches me. 

I throw myself on him, like I’m mad at him. 

But I’m not. I just want to kiss him. “Oh, now you’re in big trouble.”

“Speaking of big trouble,” he smirks, glancing downward at himself. 

Saturday, June 4th

Whatever you want.

9:40pm

I’m on my way to the airport when I get a random text from Vanessa. We haven’t spoken or even texted since she promised to ruin me. 

Vanessa:  Heard you’re headed out of town. You really should stop by Cush’s and say goodbye. He misses you. 

Red flags fly and warning bells go off in my head. I’m immediately worried. 

First off, what the hell is Vanessa even doing at Cush’s party? He’s only having the soccer team and their dates. Why is she there? 

Secondly, if she wants me there, it’s for one reason. She was serious about ruining me. Which means she’s hooking up with Cush and wants me to see it. 

She wants to crush me. 

Part of me wants to ignore her text, but the other part of me has to know. 

Despite all his reassurances, would Cush cheat on me? And with Vanessa? He claims to hate her. And I just spent the entire day with him. We got up late, went out for pancakes, and then hung out by the pool most of the day. He told me he’d never do anything to screw up our relationship. 

That he loves me.

I decide not to text her back. I’ll just show up. 

I tell the driver we need to make a quick stop on the way to the airport.

I walk in Cush’s front door. Vanessa is standing near the entry kissing on Alex.

This immediately confuses me. So I look for RiAnne. Maybe Vanessa got her to do the dirty work. 

But then I spot her, sitting on the couch between two cute soccer players.

“Where’s Cush?” I say to Alex, purposely avoiding eye contact with Vanessa. 

Vanessa says in a sickeningly sweet voice, “I think I saw him go up to his bedroom. He looked pretty messed up.”

Now that’s even weirder. 

He locks his bedroom before every party, and he never gets drunk.

“Thanks,” I say.

I walk up the stairs, feeling like I’m walking into a trap. 

I stand outside his door and listen.