The Pledge (42 page)

Avoiding life? I wasn’t avoiding life. I wanted life. Sam was life and more than anything, I wanted her back. She pushed boundaries and lived on the edge. She was passionate and brave. She was charismatic and adventurous. The limelight craved Sam. Without her, everything just felt...less. Pointless. Lifeless. Colorless.

“I don’t want to.” I rolled over, facing the wall. If there was one thing I knew, it was that mom wouldn’t force me to go to driving school. No way. Not after...

“Alexis Marie White!” The pillow was snatched away from me and my head crashed into the mattress. “Do not turn your back on me. I know you’re hurting and so am I, but I’m still your mother. I know what’s best for you.” I felt the mattress rise as my mom stood up. “So you’re going to get out of this bed. You’re going to get dressed. And you’re going to driving school.” The door clicked closed behind her.

Damn. She took my pillow.

***

I walked into the small, dark classroom of EZ Driving School and searched for an empty desk. I spotted one in the back row and went to claim it before I was forced to talk to someone. The desk had just enough room for a notebook and pen, and the top was covered in so much graffiti the wood was barely visible. I dropped into the seat and looked down at the scarred surface.

Right in the middle, someone had written, “Speed is a tempestuous lover.” Next to that, the words “Jesus Rocks” were carved near fancy script that said, “No Regerts.” I rolled my eyes and tried to ignore the urge to fix the mistake. At least it wasn’t a tattoo. That would have been truly regrettable.

My eyes roamed the rest of the artwork, which was mostly just a series of names and pointless phrases. I finally noticed that on the edge, someone had scribbled a crude drawing of a dick. Nice. At least it was anatomically correct. I shook my head and covered it with my notebook. Out of sight, out of mind.

I took a deep breath and ventured a look around the classroom. Everything was dingy and the air reeked of stale cigarettes and mildew.

If my mom thought this form of hell was better than my usual method of coping, she was sadly mistaken. I don’t know why she felt the need to drop me off at the curb of this god forsaken building. She left me with nothing but a happy wave and a wish to have a good time. Seriously? If she wanted me to heal and move on with my life, this was the last place I should be. I wasn’t capable of being normal or happy right now. Especially not if a car was involved.

I crossed my legs under my desk and opened my notebook, my hand shaking as I tried to forget where I was and why it bothered me so much.

“This seat taken?” A gravelly voice pulled me out of my dark thoughts and I looked up to see…trouble. There was no other way to describe him. He was dressed all in black. Black tight t-shirt, black jeans, black belt, and black boots. Even the leather-studded cuff on his wrist was black. He wore his light brown hair in a messy, spiked jumble on his head. I couldn’t tell if he worked to make it look that good or if he just rolled out of bed and left his house without looking in the mirror.

He stared at me and I finally managed to say, “No.” I watched as he folded his lean, tall body into the seat next to me.

“Name’s Liam.” He acknowledged me with a gruff nod of his head and I smiled politely in return.

There were plenty of guys like Liam at my school. They were usually off sneaking a smoke, cutting class, or causing general mayhem. I didn’t associate with them.

“Don’t have a name?” His head was tilted toward me and he stared with an intensity that made me feel as if he could read all of my deepest, darkest secrets. His green eyes flashed with mischief and I felt a twinge of guilt for not answering him.

“Sorry. I’m Alexis,” I said quickly. Why did I feel like I was out of breath? “I wasn’t trying to be rude.”

He nodded and bounced his leg restlessly underneath his seat. “Didn’t think you were.” His gaze travelled from my face and down my body in a quick scan. “You look a little old for this class.”

“Yeah, I’m eighteen. Just getting around to it.” I watched my finger as it traced the metal spine of my notebook before I looked up at Liam again. “You look a little old yourself.”

“I’m eighteen too. I already have my license, but I got myself into a little traffic situation.” He grinned and ran his hand through his hair, which only made it look more wild. “Asshat lawyer convinced the dipshit judge that repeating this lame class would put me on the straight and narrow.” He gave me an arrogant wink and sat back in his seat, stretching his legs in front of him. “Too bad for them I don’t do straight and narrow.”

I blinked a few times, staring at his cavalier expression. Wow. He was trouble with a capital “T.” My mom would choke on her pearls if she knew I was talking to someone with a criminal record.

Good thing I had no intention of telling her.

“All right people. Quiet down now.” A balding man wearing a short-sleeved button-down shirt and a tie entered the room. Conversations died out as students settled into their seats. “Good morning, I’m Mr. Weinberg and I’ll be your driver’s education teacher. Let’s get started.”

I turned in my seat to face forward, preparing to take notes. Beside me, Liam chuckled and when I looked at him, I noticed he was staring at me with a smirk on his face. His hands were resting lazily on his desk and he didn’t have anything with him to take notes. “You’re taking this seriously, aren’t you?” His eyes were practically laughing at me as ne nodded toward my pen and notebook.

My mouth opened to argue with him, but there was no point. Guilty as charged...I took everything seriously. I turned toward the instructor again and took down a few notes as Mr. Weinberg spoke.

“Hey, Lex?” The words were a husky whisper and against my will, I turned toward Liam again. I wanted to tell him that no one ever called me Lex, but then he licked his lips and I almost stopped breathing. I decided then and there he could call me whatever the hell he wanted to as long as it came from that mouth.

“Yes?” I managed to say.

“You ever driven a car before?”

I swallowed and shook my head.

“If you want to learn to drive stick, I’m the guy for the job.” His gaze dropped to my desktop. When I saw where he was looking, I blushed ten thousand shades of red.
Christ on a cracker.
The dick drawing was peeking out from under my arm and he was staring at it.

Liam started chuckling and I slid my notebook over to hide the drawing. He wasn’t just trouble, he was temptation personified.

What really scared me was how much I liked it.

I turned my eyes toward the front of the room, my lips pressed together as I held back a smile. I desperately tried to ignore the guy in black who strangely made things feel a little less dark.

The rest of the class passed by as I took notes and avoided looking at Liam. We dismissed two hours later and I quickly grabbed my things, knowing my mom would be expecting me to come out on time. I walked out of the building, searching the parking lot for her car.

“Need a ride?” Liam stood next to me, lighting up a cigarette and inhaling deeply.

“No, thanks.” I hugged my notebook to my chest and peered sideways at him. Smoking usually disgusted me, but Liam looked so effortlessly cool when he lifted the cigarette to his mouth. All I could do was stare. I shook my head as I realized what he’d asked me. “Wait, you’re still allowed to
drive
?”

He blew out smoke and flicked the end of the cigarette with his thumb. “I got my license suspended in June. So, technically no. But fuck that, I gotta drive. I’m only here so I can get my license back before school starts.”

“Oh.” His parents let him drive without a license? What kind of parents would do that? Not mine. I cleared my throat. “Where are you going to school in the fall?”

“Community College.” He ran his tongue along the front of his teeth like he was getting rid of the taste of the words in his mouth. “You?”

“College Park.”

“Ah, your last few weeks of freedom before you head off to the university. Sweet.” Liam grinned and then took another long drag from his cigarette.

Mom’s minivan approached. “That’s my ride. See you tomorrow.” I smiled politely and gave him a small wave as I headed to the car.

“I’ll save you a seat tomorrow, Lex,” Liam said as I walked away.

My heart stuttered to hear him call me Lex. My family always called me Alexis. I was the good girl. I was predictable. I did what was expected of me. But Lex sounded like someone who knew how to have fun. Lex sounded like she tested boundaries. Lex sounded like someone Sam would have hung out with. I wouldn’t mind being a different person. I wouldn’t mind being Lex.

When I got in my seat and buckled in, I chanced a look out the window to find Liam was staring at me with a wicked grin. My heart beat faster under his gaze and I had to look away.

“Who were you talking to?” Mom pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward our local grocery store.

“Uh...no one. Just a guy from class. He sat next to me.”

She looked in the rearview mirror. “He looks like trouble.” She said the last word like it was a communicable disease.

I smiled to myself. Liam didn’t just look like trouble, he was trouble. For once, that didn’t sound like such a bad thing, no matter how my mom said it. Liam was nothing like me, and I was drawn to his darkness and inappropriate charm. My life had been nothing but endless rules that I followed without question. Maybe my mom was right. Maybe I did need to try and enjoy my summer.

Maybe a little trouble was exactly what I needed.

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