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Lana Rhett picked the candelabra up with ease and led the way to the staircase, letting me slip past him first before he followed. He seemed to evaporate into thin air as he blended into the hustle and bustle of the preparations made even more chaotic by the arrival of Willow. My tiny best friend jumped from her brother's VW Beetle and instantly began changing things around, much to my mother's disgust but what could she say? Willow was more creative than all of us put together! Hell, even the way she dressed screamed "artist"."I see he is here." she whispered to me, running her fingers through her long mess of black, purple, blue and pink streaked hair."Who is?""Him... the neighbour... dead meat." she pointed to Rhett dramatically before rolling her eyes.I had to chuckle at her dramatics."He's turned out to be not as bad as I thought he would be. Okay, he's still an ass but he's a useful one so I guess I can't complain too much." I admitted, laughter tainting my voice."You lik
RhettWhy the hell I had kissed her, I had no clue. It was bad enough that I couldn't stand the female, but something in the way she had looked at me had put me under a spell of some sort and I had found myself pulling her lips to mine before I could think about the consequences."You stupid idiot!" I muttered to myself as I soundly punched my pillow into submission. "She's out of your league to start with, and to top it all off she's a snooty bitch. You don't want to go there Rhett, remember that."It was easier said than done and I found myself dreaming about her. I tried to avoid her as much as possible up until her party, and even thought about calling and giving her some bullshit excuse about why I couldn't attend the lavish affair but that seemed too cowardly and I refuse to lose my balls t
Rhett"Welcome sir." a masked man at the front door said as he took my invitation and checked it over before passing it back to me – what I'd do with the piece of paper now that it had served its purpose was beyond me.Lana's eccentric friend had curled her hair – probably using an entire bottle of hairspray to make the heavy curls stay in place – and had shoved a bright pink plume into the centre of it so that it stood out in stark contrast to the blue and purple streaks in her hair. I smiled silently to myself at the absurdity of her outfit and thanked the stars that I blended into the rest of the party guests... or at least I had thought."Rhett, I hadn't thought you would make it. Good on you for proving us wrong." Dan chuckled, leaving me suddenly glad that I had summoned enough nerve to come to the bl
LanaI don't have a tattoo, and I'm pretty sure someone in my family would have commented if one had magically appeared on my skin - especially my don't-deface-your-body mother. Rhett seemed so honest in his reaction, though, so unless he's a world class liar, something was imprinted on my back."I don't have a tattoo." I declared again, shaking my head as if to further negate that possibility.Determined to explore this change in events further, I charge back into the house, leaving Rhett somewhat startled behind me as I go in search of Willow. She'd help me get to the bottom of this. Grabbing her by the hand and dragging her upstairs without a single word, I shut the door to my room firmly behind me.
RhettI watched Lana bolt inside as if she had been burned by my kiss. Served me right for caving into temptation once again with that nymph. I looked at the picture perfect home where she had escaped to, almost every room lit up and occupied by laughing people. I had no desire to re-enter that house of fickle horrors, so I took that as my queue to leave and exited through the garden.My father was still at the party, his booming laughter following me as I vacated the premises. Hopefully Mrs P would be tucked up in bed and not hear me return. I didn't feel like a game of ninety-nine questions from the old biddy. In fact, a stiff drink was probably in order.Pulling the spare key from under the doormat - yeah, totally ingenious place to put it - I snuck into the house. I knew my father kept his good booze in his study so entered the large room, cautious not to make a noise. Flopping down into my father's leather desk chair, I reached for the decanter of whiskey and took a sip straight
LanaI felt Rhett hesitate as we came upon a black car parked outside his house and he swore as the gorgeous blonde climbed out and looked up at the house."Shit!" He swore again, rubbing his hand across his face in obvious frustration.Woof!Milo barked loudly, drawing the blonde's attention. She shrieked happily and ran as fast as her extreme high heels would carry her. I felt Rhett drop my hand a few seconds before she launched herself at him."Baby! I've missed you so much!" She exclaimed between planting kisses all over his face before she grabbed his hand and pressed it palm down against one enormous breast. "Feel how hard my heart is beating!"
RhettI woke up bright and early, an excitement I hadn't felt in years, making me feel as if my organs were vibrating. I dressed quickly, throwing on the leather jacket I'd stolen from my mother's boyfriend before I went in search of Mrs P."Good morning, Mrs P." I found myself grinning at her before I kissed her on her wrinkled cheek and hugged her tightly.She slapped my arm playfully, laughing as she said. "My, my, my. Aren't you the charmer this morning?"I winked at her, bowing with a flourish."Madam, I would greatly appreciate your assistance in planning a date." I declared grandly.Her eyeb
Dr. Summers tapped his fingers on the door frame, impatiently waiting for me to respond."Yes, sir." I found myself stammering.I was saved from further conversation with him as Lana entered. She looked like an angel - dressed in a white summer dress which stopped at her knees, her red hair flowing in curls down her back and her face done up with just a hint of makeup. She was utterly breathtaking."Good evening, Rhett." She beamed.I hugged her briefly, aware that her father's eyes were fixed on me. After passing her the flowers, I indicated that we should get going."Don't be late," Her father instructed, "and if you need me to fetch you, just call
Harley"That's Junior!" Cole practically shouted as he grabbed the file and studied it more intently. "I spent most of the day with him… but he said his father was dead. He said he joined the Rebels in memory of his dead dad."I'd seen the guy Cole had been hanging out with but I guess I hadn't been paying that close attention to him - my focus being on Cole instead."Are you sure, kid?" Hank asked, scratching through his scraggly beard.Cole nodded, his eyes fixed on Jay. "I promise, if I'd known the full story I would have said something to him. I will see what I can do to break the news to him gently… try to get him to leave that group of criminals."
Cole"What the fuck is that on your back, Harley?" I asked again as she stared at me, mouth opening and closing like a demented goldfish."What do you mean?" She responded with a question of her own, feigning ignorance.I took a step toward her, noticing her taking a step backward in response. I wasn't trying to scare her, but I was struggling to contain the emotions bubbling up inside me."You know exactly what I mean, Harley," I stepped forward again, trapping her against the back of the sofa. "Why do you have that tattoo between your shoulder blades?"The tattoo of a tree covered in blossoms and surrounded by a tribal styled borde
HarleyYou know those events in life where you just know sticking around will end in disaster, but you do anyway? Well, this rally was like that.I was seriously regretting my outfit choice, and was pretty sure my backside would be bruised by the evening from all the slaps drunk old men had given it. As it turned out, it wasn't the "young bucks" Jay was so worried about that I needed to look out for - it was the creepy old men with wandering hands and boozy breath.Even Tanner's presence didn't seem to help, although I guess he didn't really look like he would be able to do much in a physical fight. He was a lover, not a fighter. The whole personal space thing really was lost on drunkards.
ColeI had woken up feeling like I had been hit with a freight train - which then reversed and ran over me again. It was probably thanks to the fact that I hadn't slept much that night, thoughts of Harley plaguing me whenever I shut my eyes.She, on the other hand, had looked as if she'd hadn't been affected at all by our kiss and my quick escape.Okay, she'd dressed as if she wanted someone to pay attention to her, with her hot as heck arse in those tight fake leather pants. I really had to stop myself from either grabbing her and kissing her again - because I hadn't learned my lesson the first time - or begging her to go and change. When Jay shook his head at me I knew it was pointless though, the chick had shown a stubborn side to her and she'd clearly just di
HarleyI watched in horror as Cole ran - literally ran - to get away from me. Was I THAT much of a freak that guys found the need to escape the moment things got slightly intimate. I mean, we were just making out.I swore under my breath and stared at myself in the reflection of the floor length mirror that Jay had hung up beside the coat rack by the front door. I wasn’t hideous. I mean, I wasn’t drop dead gorgeous either, but I wasn’t a monster. I was probably a bit curvier than the chicks Cole obviously attracted, my backside refusing to shrink from a size ten no matter how much dieting and exercise I put in. My blonde hair had a slight curl to it and, in some lights, looked as if it was shot through with golden threads - another reason Jay insisted on my nickname. Nothing about me stood out or screamed sexy
ColeI don't know what the hell came over me to make me kiss Harley. One moment I was laughing and launching water in her direction, the next our bodies were pressed together and my lips were glued to hers like velcro.I wanted to step back, I really did, I just couldn't. Okay, so maybe I didn't really want to pull away from her, but I knew I'd feel like shit once the fog of passion lifted.Harley wasn't April. And I knew April was my soulmate, the tattoo between my shoulder blades said as much.And yet I couldn't deny the pull I felt toward Harley. She was everything I could ever want in a girl; fun, clever, sexy as heck! But it was absolutely stupid to assume anything would ever come of it.
HarleyJay, Cole and I worked in silence in the garage on our separate projects, Dolly Parton's greatest hits playing on the old stereo in the background. My mind still found itself wondering why Cole had a picture of me from my younger years. It was disconcerting and part of me was glad that he hadn't recognized me.Jay had explained to me a few times that I'd been shot when he'd found me. He had heard gunshots moments before and put two and two together, drawing the conclusion that dangerous people - probably a gang - were after me. It's why he never took me to the hospital for treatment, and why he never reported finding me to the police. He wanted to keep me safe.So either Cole was telling the truth and we had been friends back then, or he was a part o
ColeAll that talk about my reasons for the way I travelled across the country created a pang in my chest that wouldn't go away all throughout dinner. I'd begun to truly enjoy myself for the first time in years, forgetting my curse. I got lost in the feeling of what I could only assume must be what it felt like to actually belong somewhere, to be part of a family.Harley's question had brought me crashing back to reality - my General father was still looking for me, there were still two others to find and the military research centre needed to be stopped and destroyed once and for all.I sat down on the sofa, my heart heavy for momentarily forgetting April. Sure, I'd fallen in love with the girl from my childhood through the words that we'd written to each other
HarleyWould you think bad of me if I admitted that I'd been slightly jealous of Emily, thinking she was this gorgeous hunk's girlfriend? Probably not.The way he chatted to Jay, including me in the conversation every now and then - it felt as if he belonged in our home, like we'd all been friends for years. It was strange, but in a nice way.It's not like I had many friends. The girls in the town were prissy princesses who didn't get their nails dirty, and the guys were threatened by me. I knew more about mechanics than they did, and I was a good shot with the pistol Jay insisted I learn to shoot. He wasn't allowed to own a gun, the whole 'spending time in jail' thing against his name, so I'm not so sure where he got the weapon, but it's not something I wa