Without another disappears through the door, I look around at the view of the night lapping just off the private beach, a downhill path you can see beyond a single wrought iron gate to the side of the enclosure wall.
"Your friend is here, this is his bag?" He asks, making swinging on a finger of the hand.
I nod, taking her to retrieve the keys to my car.
"If you want to call it Blaze ..." I shake my head in denial. In fact I can not let her live my life, it is right that she lives her.
"Thanks," I say, handing the bag.
"Let me walk you to your car," he says, putting his hands in his pockets flicking tense muscles of the arms.
"No, it is near here, but thank you." In the end, their home is not so far away from the party, I can still see the bonfires that illuminate what for some was a crazy night.
I turn, directed towards the main gate.
"I do not know Carrie, and maybe if I gave you the chance ..." tries to say, but not around me, and the flow of his words stops there, accompanied by only
ocean noise that occupies the space that surrounds us.
3
TELL ME THAT IS A JOKE?
Carrie
When I get in the room I am still furious with Tia.
But what the hell is the past in mind.
He has never behaved in this manner. Yes, it is true, we are very different, she is the most sociable of the two, but I have my reasons to sit on behalf
my.
Throw the bag over the bed, I take off the clothes that still carry the scent of salt air mixed with the smell of wood burning in bonfires. For a moment my mind is invaded by his eyes, those eyes that have dimmed with something I heard roll around on the skin, making me almost shudder.
The tone of his voice seemed tense, as if you were almost holding to spit in my face what is going on in his head.
Maybe I should not be so direct with him, when I alluded that the only thing he could do, was to make it obey his teammates as good soldiers. But his face CASELLATO, that grin of one who thinks he knows everything about life, snatched with ease of my mouth words.
Scaccio way that vision, and I am going to wear shorts, a comfortable tank top, and the textbook of human sciences in my hands I sit by leaning back against the headboard.
I have to get ahead with the program, and the party tonight, in addition to being a disaster, it took me away precious time.
I begin to read the first two chapters, when I hear the lock snap, like the foot of my best friend crosses the threshold, I close the book in one click. The faint light casts the lamp, a light yellow, cut its profile, on which a strand of hair falls on the face hiding his eyes.
"Carrie ..." try to say, but I'm already standing with hands on hips, and his eyes meet mine already know that I have no intention of listening to her, but she will listen to me.
"No, Tia, I do not give of your apology, I have planted alone for what?", Frown trying to restrain myself, but it's stronger than me.
"A Blaze fucked with? A guy do not even know? "The accuse.
His eyes widen in surprise.
"I really think I was with him?" His question
time. Incline the head confused.
"You were with him. At his house, "I scandisco coldly.
Shit I can not believe that we are discussing, for
because of a muscle mass that walk.
"He had to take stuff to drink, he asked me to accompany him. I wanted to warn you, but he said he'll be back at once and ... "tries to explain, arch my eyebrows, and crossing her arms. My head thinks Blaze, with its well-proven ways to perfection leads her straight to her room.
"And?", To press him to continue with a wave of his hand.
He drops on the bed, rubbing her hands on bare legs.
"We've only kissed Carrie, only kissed," he repeats, as if it is a plausible excuse for his behavior.
"Ah, I see, so the time has stopped in your world, while I was looking for you for the entire beach?", Rub in their face.
"Sorry, Carrie. Excuse me, I was just having fun. "Her voice cracks, I know it's sincere, that'm really sorry, but we are no longer in Stanley.
He is not my brother, and she needs to realize that he can not go and kiss the first that comes within range.
"You're just careful, those only bring trouble," I murmur, coming back to sit on the bed to start studying again.
I know that if I continued, I would say it is doing so to find a distraction, to drive away the time he spent with Scottie, when he came home for the weekend, or on holidays.
But the rule of the drives out it's just a way to more easily stepping on the toes.
"Are you still angry?" She asks, putting herself of shorts and a t-shirt.
The we scan over the book, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes, I'm just worried. I do not want you hurt herself or an asshole distract you from your future. "I can hear her snorting loudly, and the discussion that I would have liked to avoid becoming inevitable.
"I know what you're thinking, and save your breath if you criticize my way of" not live "-mimo quotes mezz'aria- according to your standards."
"I'd like for you to come to be." His voice was barely a whisper that sticks to me like a sharp knife in the bones, splintering all that was my past.
I'm here, all full because I turned the page, I decided I had to go on, promising myself that no one would have hindered me.
"Tia, I had your life, and no, I can not be the girlfriend of a time even if I wanted. That girl has got on a train for a journey of no return, 'I say, my throat burning, a flash bounces in the temples, I bite my lower lip, forcing myself not to remember.
Brooding is weakI repeat.
Focusing on what has hurt you will not take you anywhere.
My grandmother always told me: Never look back, if you know that you could find yourself at the starting point.
And I, back I do not want to return.
"Sorry," mumbles Tia, with her big eyes begging me more than the words themselves.
"Come here," I say, dropping the textbook on the bed. He lies down beside me and together we put up at the ceiling of our room peach color.
We do not talk, do not need it, she knows all my life, and how easy it is to argue with her, we could never resist ten minutes without turn the word.
"Like kissing?" I ask, to break the silence after my eyes have wandered too far in search of anything.
As a sideways look Tia put on his stomach, with a mischievous smile that appears spontaneously on the face.
"From. God ", marks emphatically.
"I had guessed." We burst out laughing, and his head rests on my shoulder.
"How did you get the keys?" He asks, looking straight in the eyes, you throw a lock of hats over the shoulders.
"He accompanied the funny guy of his captain." Her lips are bent almost into a smile. The point a finger at him in a threatening manner.
"Do not you dare even think about it, it's just a stupid, rich, spoiled and full of himself." I omit the fact that a physical envy of a Calvin Klein model, or that his voice hoarse, deep and persuasive it is a dangerous weapon.
To the mind back his words to me as I walked toward the door of his palace: I do not know Carrie, maybe if I gave you the chance.
"What are you thinking?" I give a start, shrugging indifferently.
Yes, because Carrie Murphy is indifferent to everything. I repeat myself.
"Tomorrow afternoon meeting Professor Monthgomery, my teacher of humanities, I was thinking about this. So, now brings your ass on your bed that I have to sleep, "Chin.
Tia gives me a kiss on the cheek and then sneaks away. I can not wait to meet the man, and learn more about the course. I sweated so much to be admitted, that my only goal is to make a good impression.
Logan
"Big Cock, get up 'scream, opening all the doors of their rooms, the sun is just rising on the horizon of the ocean.
"Brother, are you kidding?" He mumbles
sleepily Gus planting herself a cushion in the face.
"Not at all, we workouts. You have five minutes jerk or I'll throw you out of bed. "I do not give anything, I warned them. If they had got drunk would make him spit out all the alcohol they have in the body.
"Friend, give me ten more minutes," Lex protest, covering with a sheet over his head.
"You have five." I glance at the clock on the wrist. "Four to be precise," he adds.
When I go into the kitchen am already I Blaze holding a cup of steaming coffee.
"How was pissed?" He says, referring to Carrie.
I can not understand what gives so much annoyed me, knows me, knows nothing of my life, who I am or who I pretend to be. But I do not forget her tone of voice: "I know-it-all", he mocked me, believing that the only thing they can do is run on a football field, it's true, it's my life .
Playing at a professional level is what I try to achieve since I was only in high school, and my flying launches already towards the goal. But not only that.
Shit, I do not know why I take so much, after all, it is just a stupid bet to which I want to put an end as soon as possible.
"I think the girl alive at life from angry" I say, preparing a soft drink, my lightning scuff on the floor up to sprawl on stools in front of the large kitchen island.
"I might throw up," warns Lex.
"Oh, well, friend, see to do it at the beach, why not
we have time to clean up, "I say with a grin. "That Tia, seems longer available", I turn to Blaze, which oddly enough rattles off one of the usual jokes about his performance, which I find really strange knowing.
"Come on, let's go," he hastens to say, before taking the port shipped.
"You know I can not believe they gave you the ... how did he say?» Asks Gus to Lex, who all ears back on planet earth.
"Quarterback of my balls," he answers with a nasal laugh.
"She's the girl character," he says Gus amused.
"Or maybe it was her time of the month." Winked, pounding his fist on their shoulders and head out.
"Ready?" I am not at all, and I can not wait to sink your feet in the sand to drain away all the tension you feel stored on each muscle.
We start from our home. Fifteen kilometers of the race on the beach, the early morning sun is already hot, but the sea breeze whips the face leaving us breathe.
The muscles of the legs flex and struggled at each thrust, I turn to the twins, running backwards, Blaze is the only one to keep my pace.
"I bring the beer?" I provoke them, and in response they show me their middle finger.
"Come on, turn up the ass," press him, Blaze mutters something I can not understand, I turn around, and a grin takes hold of my mouth.
"Oh ... we have guests," ironically, crossing the Scottie Murphy look. "Fuck Jhonson, the beach is not your" hisses through his teeth, shortening distances, followed by two of his Defensive Back of the team, and two Wide Receiver.
"Not yet," I say, stopping an inch from his nose.
Scottie is as tall as me, his body is the same as those who are to train for hours to spit up blood, but it has one flaw: his tongue too long played me two-match games in the first year, and if it already existed the rivalry between the Bruins and the Trojans of USC, is now pure open war.
"I see that your lightning", mimics the air quotes, "I'm as fit as ever, loads of alcohol till we drop" raises an eyebrow challengingly, his companions snigger behind her.
Gus snaps forward.
"What the fuck did you say Murphy?" He growls. I reach out my hand to press against his chest, and lock it. Blaze is the square in front of Lex, with his jaw clenched ready to lash out at our enemy number one.
"How you are susceptible," says, turning with his arms raised in the air toward his teammates, then he takes a step toward me.
"This year we bury JJ" marks, with grim look.
"Not too gasarti. Remember, I'll see you in court, and I look forward to next pass you as you breathe my dust,
why not be able to even touch that. "
Do not expect more than some of us the lay hands upon him, to disqualify us.
"Oh, and do not forget that while we are the winners of last season," I remind him, and with an unfriendly grin shrugs, continues running with his dogs in tow, away.
"Why do not you let me open his face," Gus protest as we go back to train.
"Because it's what he wants, he knows he can win only if we do not all four on the field, so no bullshit," I warn you, and we head toward the field. Once there, we start to climb up and down the steps of the bleachers until you feel your muscles burn, and that's all I need.
We stop exhausted against the fence, taking breath.
"We're going to kill one day or the other," Lex reel, folded upon itself with hands on knees.
"Do not be a sissy," I laugh out loud, and then look away from him and see Mora, our coach, coming toward us.
"Well, I see you've already started." We studied from head to foot pleased, even if out of his mouth was never released an: nice job guys, but only reproaches for when fallivamo miserably, but do not seek its approval, I just lead the team atop the standings.
"Johnson, come a moment." I approach.
"Have you assessed the proposals?"
Shit, I do not can ask now.
"Not yet," I try to stall, even though I have no excuse, apart from the fact that I do not know how to tell him the truth. "Do not bother, it's not every day be under the gaze of one of the strongest teams of the state," he pointed out to me, as if you did not know.
"I'll think, and then there's the whole season ahead," I say.
He nods so unconvinced, as he watches me carefully, then turn His back and leave.
Carrie
Tia is still asleep, I finish getting ready. Put a light jeans and a turquoise blouse with short sleeves, grab your bag and go out of our house. I go straight to the area south of the campus.
Prati immense surrounding areas that divide the various other departments.
Walking on the road of my future causes me a sharp pain in his stomach. Noto other students wandering around, despite the lessons will begin in exactly one week.
Follow the signs, posted on the walls in large metal plates of gold, which lead me straight in the classroom of Professor Monthgomery. I get lost with the look on photos of former students, who have got the most out of their career, once you get out of here.
I find myself fantasizing, imagining myself in ten years, as one of the specialized doctors in neonatal neurology. I find the classroom door opened, and I pause at the door to knock.
Mr. Monthgomery, raises his head toward my direction. He is a young man, will have more or less forty-five years at most, and it surprises me a hair dark brown hair, green eyes and strong features frame a friendly face that greets me with a broad smile.
"Miss Murphy, I suppose," he exclaims, coming encounter.
"A pleasure," I nod, holding out his hand.
"Please sit down." I look around the classroom, which I think guests at least a hundred students, the desks are arranged in steps, to give everyone a comprehensive view.
I do not waste time and go and sit in the front pew.
"I was seriously impressed by his vows, and examinations that has stood for admission. What do you want to do? The report speaks of wanting to specialize in neonatal neurology. "
I assert, but his gaze invites me to go into that.
"I'd like to take care of children suffering from specific diseases, to offer him a better quality of life."
Intrigued by my answer smiles slightly.
"He thinks he can change medicine?"
Its not a question but it seems a provocation. I straighten my back, knowing that here in these four walls will bend for me to prepare me better.
"I'm not sure, but science is always changing, so, I'll study for hours, waiting for new research, experiments, could lead to new treatments, and then a chance to those who need it."
The voice does not tremble, I know what I want, and it is only this institution potermelo offer.
"Well, well, I am pleasantly pleased with his answer." He rubs his chin thoughtfully as if looking for something else to get in trouble, but I'm not certain that he will find me unprepared.
"Sorry for the delay."
I turn in a shot toward the voice bouncing off the walls up to see me, hitting me in full.
My gaze lingers on Logan, his hair tousled in all directions are still wet, is wearing light jeans that wrap perfectly his muscular legs, and navy polo fits in wonderfully tan that stands out from the arms uncovered.
But what the heck is he doing here?
"Johnson, I know you have already started to train, but do not forget the priorities." The reproaches authoritative tone Professor Monthgomery, apparently, seems to not be the first time.
We both look confused. I see him frown, and turning towards the professor.
"I'm here for you?" He asks.
For me? It must be still drunk from last night.
"Exactly, see Murphy ..." Mr. Monthgomery turns to me.
"To the freshmen you are assigned a tutor last year. It will help you to put yourself in the curriculum. Meet Logan James Johnson "indicates JJ, who seems to have his jaw on the floor in shock, I think I literally fall on your ass from the chair to the nightmare materializes in front of my eyes.
Logan my tutor, tell me it's a joke? I have to get out as soon as this absurd situation. "I do not need a tutor, with all due respect Mr. ...»
I do not finish the sentence that tilts his head with displeasure air.
"Never tell me what you have or do not need." His mouth is closed without issuing a breath.
"Well," he asserts, and then deliver to both my personal curriculum. Great, now Mr. windbag will know even what time I go to the bathroom.
I raise my eyes to heaven and I bite the inside of her cheek to no swearing. No wonder Logan has nothing to object. He's standing there with that attitude that makes slapping my hands itch, I can almost see him smile at the idea.
"Johnson, I demand a monthly realized on my chair, applies to all tutors, and I hope that you take seriously this activity."
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