Slammed, p.4
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       Slammed, p.4

         Part #1 of Slammed series by Colleen Hoover
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  "What?" I ask nervously.

  He takes a step toward me and softly cups my chin with his free hand. I'm shocked by my own reaction; the fact that I allow it. He studies my face for a few seconds as my heart races within my chest. I think he's about to kiss me.

  I attempt to calm my breathing as I stare up at him. He steps in even closer and removes his hand from my chin and places it on the back of my neck, leaning my head in toward him. His lips press gently against my forehead, lingering a few seconds before he releases his hand and steps back.

  "You're so cute," he says as he reaches in the trunk and grabs four sacks with one hefty swoop. He walks toward the house and sets them at the entryway outside the door.

  I'm frozen, attempting to absorb the last fifteen seconds of my life. Where did that come from? Why did I just stand there and let him do that? Despite my objections I realize, almost pathetically, that I have just experienced the most passionate kiss I've ever received from a guy, and it was on the freaking forehead!

  ***

  As Will is reaching into the trunk for another handful of groceries, Kel and Caulder run out of the house, followed by my mother.

  The boys dart across the street to check out Caulder’s bedroom. Will politely extends his hand out to my mother as she walks toward us.

  “You must be Layken and Kel’s mom. I’m Will Cooper. We live across the street.”

  "Julia Cohen," she says. "You're Caulder's older brother?"

  "Yes, Ma’am," he replies. "Older by twelve years."

  "So that makes you…twenty-one?" She turns toward me and winks.

  Oh no, she's trying to embarrass me. I'm standing behind Will at this point, so I take the opportunity to reciprocate one of her infamous glares. She just smiles.

  “Well, I'm glad Kel and Lake were able to make friends so fast,” she says.

  "Me too," he replies.

  She turns and heads inside but purposefully nudges me with her shoulder as she passes. She doesn't speak a word but I know what she's hinting at; she's giving me her approval.

  Will reaches in for the last two sacks. "Lake, huh? I like that." He hands me the sacks as he shuts the trunk.

  "So, Lake." He leans back against the car and crosses his arms. "Caulder and I are going to Detroit on Friday. We’ll be gone until late Sunday, family stuff," he says with a dismissing wave of his hand. "I was wondering if you had any plans for tomorrow night, before I go?"

  It's the first time anyone has ever referred to me as "Lake," other than my mom and dad. I like it. I lean my shoulder against the car too, and face him. I try to keep my cool, but inside I'm screaming with excitement.

  "Are you really going to make me admit that I have absolutely no life here?" I say.

  "Great! It's a date then. I'll pick you up at seven-thirty." He immediately turns and heads toward his house when I realize he never actually asked, and I never actually agreed.

  2.

  "It won't take long for me

  To tell you who I am.

  Well you hear this voice right now

  Well that's pretty much all I am."

  -The Avett Brothers, Gimmeakiss

  Chapter Two

  The next afternoon, I'm picking out what to wear but can't seem to locate any clean, weather appropriate clothing. I don't own many winter shirts, besides what I've already worn this week. I choose a purple long sleeved shirt and smell it, deciding it's clean enough. I spray some perfume though, just in case it isn't. I brush my teeth, touch up my makeup, brush my teeth again and let down my ponytail. I curl a few sections of my hair and pull some silver earrings out of my drawer when I hear a knock on the bathroom door.

  My mother enters with a handful of towels. She opens the cabinet next to the shower and places them inside.

  "Going somewhere?" she asks. She sits down on the edge of the bathtub while I continue to get ready.

  "Yes, somewhere." I try to hide my smile as I put in my earrings. "Honestly, I'm not sure what we're doing. I really never even agreed to the date."

  She stands up and walks to the door, leaning up against the frame as she watches me in the mirror. She has aged so much in the short time since my dad's death. Her bright green eyes against her smooth porcelain skin used to be breathtaking. Now, her cheekbones stand out above the hallowed shadows in her cheeks. The dark circles under her eyes overpower their emerald hue. She looks tired. And sad.

  "Well, you're eighteen now. You've had enough of my dating advice for a lifetime," she says. "But I'll provide you with a quick recap just in case. Don't order anything with onion or garlic, never leave your drink unattended and always use protection."

  "Ugh, Mom!" I roll my eyes. "You know I know the rules, and you know I don't have to worry about the last one. Please don't give Will a recap of your rules. Promise?" I make her promise.

  "So tell me about Will. Does he work? Is he in college? What's his major? Is he a serial killer?" She says this with such sincerity.

  I walk the short distance to my bedroom from the bathroom and bend down to search through my shoes. She follows me and sits on the bed.

  "Honestly Mom, I don't know anything about him. I didn't even know how old he was until he told you."

  "That's good," she says.

  "Good?" I glance back at her. "How is not knowing anything about him good? I'm about to be alone with him for hours. He could be a serial killer." I grab my boots and walk over to the bed to slip them on.

  "It’ll give you plenty to talk about. That's what first dates are for."

  "Good point," I say.

  Growing up, my mother did give great advice. She always knew what I wanted to hear, but would tell me what I needed to hear. My dad was her first boyfriend so I have always been curious how she seems to know so much about dating, boys, and relationships. She's only been with one person, and it seems most knowledge would have to come from life experiences. She's the exception, I guess.

  "Mom?" I say as I slip on my boots. "I know you were only eighteen when you met dad. I mean, that's really young to meet the person you spend the rest of your life with. Do you ever regret it?"

  She doesn't answer immediately. Instead, she lies back on my bed and clasps her hands behind her head as she ponders my question.

  "I've never regretted it. Questioned it? Sure. But never regretted."

  "Is there a difference?" I ask.

  "Absolutely. Regret is counterproductive. It's looking back on a past that you can't change. Questioning things as they occur can prevent regret in the future. I questioned a lot about my relationship with your father. People make spontaneous decisions based off of their hearts all the time. There's so much more to relationships than just love."

  "Is that why you always tell me to follow my head, not my heart?”

  My mother sits up on the bed and takes my hands in hers as she speaks. "Lake, do you want some real advice that doesn't include a list of foods you should avoid?"

  Has she been holding out on me? "Of course," I reply.

  She's lost the authoritative, parented edge to her voice, which makes me aware that this conversation is less from a mother-daughter standpoint and more woman to woman. She pulls her legs up Indian style on the bed and faces me.

  "There are three questions every woman should be able to answer yes to before they commit to a man. If you answer no to any of the three questions, run like hell."

  "It's just a date," I laugh. "I doubt we'll be doing any committing."

  "I know you're not, Lake. I'm serious. If you can't answer yes to these three questions, don't even waste your time on a relationship."

  When I open my mouth, I feel like I'm just reinforcing the fact that I'm her child. I don't interrupt her again.

  "Does he treat you with respect at all times? That’s the first question. The second question is, if he is the exact same person twenty years from now that he is today, would you still want to marry him? And finally, does he inspire you to want to be a better person? You find someone yo
u can answer yes to all three, then you’ve found a good man."

  "Wow, those are some intense questions." I take a deep breath as I soak in even more sage advice from her. "Were you able to answer yes to all of them? When you were with Dad?"

  "Absolutely." She doesn't hesitate. "Every second I was with him."

  I watch the sadness enter her eyes as she finishes her sentence. She loved my dad. I start to regret bringing it up. I put my arms around her and embrace her. It's been so long since I've hugged her, a twinge of guilt rises up inside me. She kisses my hair, then pulls away and smiles.

  I stand up and run my hands down my shirt, smoothing out the folds.

  "Well? How do I look?" I ask.

  "Like a woman,” she sighs.

  It's seven-thirty sharp so I go to the living room, grab the jacket Will insisted I borrow the day before and head to the window. He's coming out of his house so I walk outside and stand in my driveway. He looks up and notices me as he's opening his car door.

  "You ready?" he yells.

  "Yes!"

  "Well, come on then!"

  I don't move. I just stand there and fold my arms across my chest.

  "What are you doing?" He throws his hand up in defeat and laughs.

  "You said you would pick me up at seven-thirty! I'm waiting for you to pick me up!"

  He grins as he gets in the car. He backs straight out of his driveway and into mine so that the passenger door is closest to me. He hops out of the car and runs around to open it. Before I get in I give him the onceover. He’s wearing loose fitted jeans and a black long sleeved shirt that outlines his arms. It's the defined arms that prompt me to return his jacket to him.

  “That reminds me,” I say as I hand him his jacket. “I bought this for you.”

  He grabs the jacket and slides his arms inside. “Wow, it even smells like me,” he laughs.

  He waits until I've buckled up before he shuts the door. As he's walking around to his side, I notice the car smells like...cheese. Not old, stale cheese; but fresh cheese, cheddar maybe. My stomach growls. I'm curious where we're going to eat.

  When Will gets in, he reaches into the backseat and grabs a sack. "We don't have time to eat, so I made us grilled cheese." He hands me a sandwich and a bottle of soda.

  "Wow. This is a first," I say as I stare at the items in my hands. "And where exactly are we going in such a hurry?” I twist open my lid. "It's obviously not a restaurant."

 
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