My Bet Is You

by Manuela Ricci

  I get up and make my way into the garden, I go to the pool and lie down on one of the deck chairs made around. Gus is talking on the phone with a girl, it does not take long to figure it out, by

  defiant tone he uses in reply.

  Blaze, went to take a ride, was furious with me because Carrie has threatened to stay away from Tiana. It has to do miraculous things in bed, if he has already reduced in this state.

  Blaze Diaz, like all of us, is famous only for a lap tribute and nothing more.

  Yeah, we really so?I ask myself, and in a moment I think back to the last three years in which I have never for a moment I stopped to reflect on my life. I'm running away from the reality that awaits me at the end of last year. I'm running to the yards that do not take me to the goal you dream all your life.

  "Carrie knocked out JJ" says Lex, joining us, Gus towards putting in place the phone.

  "Then the party tonight suits you, there will be someone to give you lots of kisses on bua" curls mouth.

  I grab a pillow from behind his back and slam him on the snout.

  "Stop it. Both. Today I discovered that I'll be his tutor for the entire academic year, if I go down by a few points will be my father to snatch the ball, and not Carrie Murphy »blurt irritated, but they are not to bother me, or the stupid puns that I'm used to do it too, but her voice taunting touching me all my nerves.

  "Murphy? You said Murphy, seriously? "Corruccio his forehead, and I can not figure out what ...

  "Shit! It can not be her, it can not be related to that asshole. "

  Lex sits poolside, dipping their legs in the water and pressing the palms of your hands on the grass.

  "That would explain why it is so bitchy" comments, and I stiffen at the thought that she has to do with that piece of shit. Shooting in the foot.

  "Where are you going now?" Gus asked, looking me over his shoulder.

  "In one place where he can not kick me, you are hungry?" Howl a yes, and after we changed, we jump on my Escalade directed by Danny's. On the way, we travel alongside the coast, the Santa Monica Beach Pier with its Ferris wheel standing out on the Pacific, firing at most music. My companions understand that I did not want to talk, and for thirty minutes of utter no word journey and I am grateful.

  Parking in front of the large windows overlooking the neighborhood of Los Angeles, we go down and we head to the entrance. As I see it by now, her hair tied in a messy bun, her cheeks slightly reddened by the amount of work.

  "There's an empty seat," Lex screams. Carrie turns, and our eyes met for a split seconds that seem to have no end. I look away and sit down at the table with my friends.

  I look sideways to say something in the ear of Mercy, who shortly after was at our table.

  "Then Bruins, what will you have?" He asks, his eyes fixed on her clipboard.

  Snoccioliamo all our order and as soon as he leaves, Lex does not waste time making his appreciation.

  "Mercedes is a stratospheric pussy." Gus stretches on the bench, stretching his arms on the back.

  "What do not you ever give," he remembers his brother.

  "Man, if he does not like me, does not even like you. Asshole, "she retorts. And all this in my eyes dart over her, running from one side of its dining room.

  Soon he begins to study, how will he do it all? I wonder. Every time our eyes collide, and I always see the same excitement to drown in her, an emotion that leaves me a strange sensation in the mouth, like a bitter sweet taste.

  I know nothing about her, and she with me, or nearly so, yet I can not tear myself away from the face of his bewildered face as he came out of the bathroom after listening to the conversation between me and Blaze. His eyes are haunted in the blink of an eye, and I saw a blind rage take hold of her.

  It can not be just because I made a jerk, it can not essersela taken so much, if I do not fuck him anything. "Earth to JJ. Earth calling JJ. "That asshole Lex, his hands cupped around his mouth mocks me, I grasp the dispenser of handkerchiefs and throwing it to him. He grabs the fly.

  "Nice catch", congratulates Gus with a grin that takes hold of his face, because he knows exactly what is going to do.

  "Myers receives' screams, rising up on the bench.

  "Advances ten yards toward the goal." Walk on the couch, tucking in the midst of other boys and girls who come to UCLA with us, holding tight to his chest dispenser of handkerchiefs.

  "Dodge two tight end, the crowd cheers." A chorus rises throughout the restaurant, she continues to walk between the tables holding the balance.

  "It holds tight the ball and spear." The container lands in my hands.

  "Touchdown JJ, for the Bruins boys' screams. All present excited cheering, just like they do to our games that will start even in a month, all but Carrie annoyed that passes alongside Lex, by hitting deliberately.

  "Tifi for Trojans Murphy?" He exclaims, raising an eyebrow. Shit.

  "I thought he wanted to stage his usual number asshole," says Gus, I'm too focused on her face sketching a smile, he takes a step forward, towering vain on Lex, since it lacks at least thirty centimeters good.

  "Of course, my brother is the quarterback of the team, something incontrario Mayers?" Punctuates her, shortly after turning on his heel and headed to clear the table at the end of the hall.

  Lex turns into a jerk to me, all three of us stare at him. Holy shit, is his sister. He makes the cool with the nice car, and makes working sister in a fast-food? It will also be the most prestigious of the Westwood area, but it's still a fast-food. But what I wonder, is Scottie, who

  we are talking about, would walk on the mother's body to get what she wants. I have yet to restore the trick last season, he played me two-match ban for the playoffs.

  Mercy returns with our dishes, we brush everything as if we did not eat for weeks.

  "Friend joke?" Tries to tell Gus, what are all surprised me with the news.

  "Not here," he ruled, trying to pretend nothing happened.

  Shortly after, the twins leave the party planned, and I remain in my seat, waiting for Carrie to finish work because, like it or not, we need to talk.

  The appearance outside the room, leaning against the wall adjacent to the entrance.

  "See you tomorrow," salutes the doorway.

  "Carrie", call it almost in a whisper, her shoulders stiffen, before shooting forward, without looking in my direction. The hand closes around his arm, blocking his steps.

  "I screwed up, okay?" Growled, frustrated with myself.

  "Are you?" My grip turns, pulling at badly. "You are all convinced to get everything you want it? This is your life Logan? "Her hand rests on my chest, giving him gently tap, before adding:" Enjoy it, because you only have this. You're just an empty shell, you have nothing ... "

  I grab her wrist, his body in a shot collides with mine, interlocking my eyes in her that are wide open to leave so as not to pull away.

  "I'm an asshole, you're right, but do not know anything about me, I'm trying to apologize."

  I try to keep a cool head, but I see the grimace etched on his face, is the confirmation that I am losing.

  I leave the outlet, as if were hot, and I look at my hand that takes to shake alone.

  "Sorry ... I just wanted to say, I'm sorry." Her big hazel eyes still staring at me, I wonder what you're thinking, but maybe it's better not to know, not right now I just need to get away from her as soon as possible .

  "What do you want?" He says, crossing his arms over his chest, but he does it with his usual morose air, my gaze falls on the redness around his wrist. Damn. Caccio hands in his pocket, tightening into fists.

  "I just try not to kill us for the whole year, I'll be your tutor, confine ourselves to this."

  He arches an eyebrow, almost surprised, and nods.

  "Do not you dare more to repose a finger on him" threat, with narrowed eyes. I can only bow my head in shame that I feel running through my veins.

  "I do not know what problems you ... but ..." befor
e he can finish his sentence, a familiar voice calls, we turn both. "Johnson." Scottie cuddling Tiana. Blaze will not be happy at all, I think to myself, sketching a mocking smile at him.

  "Murphy, I just found out that Carrie is your little sister, small world huh?" It seems that it is trying to swallow a heap of earth, the same one that will make him eat in the field.

  "It ..." He clears his voice, "you know?".

  Do not give you time to respond to Carrie, I'm rocking on his heels, staring at the face of shit in front of me.

  "I will be his tutor at UCLA" I say triumphantly. I see him blanch, just as I imagined. Not even the little sister knows that piece of shit.

  I turn to Carrie, who still confused gaze darting between us, and Tia, perhaps embarrassed can not look at me, as only two days ago, it dropped by my house stairs.

  "I'll call you tomorrow," I say, going to my car.

  "Yes ... no, because I have to call tomorrow?" Asks Carrie still bewildered by the whole scene. The winked and without another word I get in the car, under the astonished eyes of Scottie Murphy.

  5

  THE TRUTH HURTS

  Carrie

  I look at Logan to back with eyes chained to my. The Escalade gold whizzing by at full speed. I can still feel her grip around the wrist, it was as if at that time he was fighting against himself, but against what?

  The blue of his eyes had become a dark blue, I'd only seen that night at the party on the beach at Santa Monica Beach.

  "So, you know that asshole Johnson?" Incline your head,

  I look straight at my brother, apparently not much sympathy even feeds him.

  "Maybe I have to remember that your dear sister works in the diner frequented by the Bruins? You know, I was lucky enough that someone would pay my studies. So it is inevitable does not know most of the football players. "I go back to the center of Westwood, direct to the student of the Hill, I just need a hot bath and a nap.

  "I just hope that you do not want to attend." Bursting into laughter, stopping at the usual showcase of Maci, to admire the bag in the window that I can never afford. Tia has not said a word, and I assume that my brother does not know anything about how actually we met with Logan and Blaze.

  "Since when do you care about my life? It seems to me that in the last year you have imported much. "I just needed a phone, of a message from him, but was too busy with his now perfect university life. All his dreams were making, while my life was crumbling into small pieces before the eyes of all.

  "Do not pull off this topic!" Thundered behind me, I turn into a jerk, looking for the eyes of those who once understood me without words.

  "Why should not we talk about it? It's never the right time Scottie, it was not a year ago and it is now. Then you know what? "I step toward him challenging him, never taking his eyes from her in which I can see getting lost for the first time at my reflection.

  "When you have the balls to tell me what you really think of me, and all the shit that I was thrown on him, let me know. Night brother. "Batto slightly a few pats on his hard chest, and I'm leaving. "Wait!" I called Tia. Without realizing start to run, feet stomping the sidewalk with arrogance, his chest swells with each breath, incalzando more and more, I just want to run away and stop only when I am so exhausted from collapse.

  When I go back to the Hill, I lost track of time,

  I wandered through the streets without seeing anything. As if it was enveloped in a dense fog, which covered everything I had around, giving life only to remember that I tried to drown, to crack down on the hidden part of me. The one that continues to bleed, the scar on my soul will always engraved, like an indelible tattoo, which not only colors the black skin but you marchia inside, deep, leaving you breathless, with no way out, leaving you vacuum, and the echo of the pain that bounces between the walls of the body.

  I walk three flights of stairs to reach the apartment. I open the door, taking care not to wake Tia, but my poor attempt fails instantly when the light comes on suddenly.

  "You can know where the hell you been?" I drop the bag at the entrance, locking the door behind her.

  "I just needed to be alone" I open the doors of my closet to get some clean underwear.

  I feel his forehead still beaded with sweat, and my clothes were almost glued on him. "Since you can not talk to me about what's going through your head, Carrie?" I cling with knuckles whiten, sorreggo me to the door of the cabinet.

  I let your gaze wander in the disorder of my clothes, hold back the breath that I feel burning in the lungs.

  "Since I talk about it all I've got even more real past," he breathes out, looking every bit of that memory fades, as plumes of smoke into the air that thin out little by little.

  "Scottie was worried about you, and also I am."

  I raise my head, Tia sits on his bed with his legs crossed and his hands resting on his lap, still wearing little outfits ago. I'm sure that if I would be back right away would be out looking for me.

  "Scottie has never, and I mean never, talked about what happened to Stanley!" His voice cracks, close my eyes, fighting back the tears back. From that day I never scratched my cheeks. Crying is for the weak, does not solve anything. I am not weak, not anymore.

  "Maybe it's not ready to talk about it and ..." I raise my hand, grabbing the fly a towel, shorts and a tank top.

  "Maybe it's just selfish." I slam the door behind him, and as I have always done so far, I pretend that nothing ever happened. I shrug, look at my reflection in the mirror, repeating to myself that I am here to move forward, and I will not allow my past to be my present game.

  I open the tap of the bathtub, fill it up halfway, the steam fills the room and I neglect to heat enveloping my body.

  "Carrie, do you trust me?" I gasp, his hand is intertwined with mine. "Yes, of course I trust you." I smile and it seems that the heart wants scoppiarmi.

  Shooting down on the bed, pulling the sheet tight in a fist against his chest, through which the heart feel with arrogance crashing against the rib cage. It was only a bloody dream, just a dream Carrie.

  I turn toward the window door and I lean over the bed, enjoying the sun rising on the ocean, the first rays illuminate the water surface with its large waves breaking on the shore.

  Tight around the sheet, I get up and open wide the window, I let the gentle sea breeze free my mind, close my eyes, a slight smile on his lips emerges. They are in the city of my dreams, ready to become someone else.

  No more Carrie Murphy Stanley, here I can only be Carrie, the girl who just wants to graduate in medicine.

  The phone vibrates on the night tearing the rain of thoughts, I sink onto the bed, handing me to take it.

  Since yesterday evening did not touch it, and I realize that you have several messages.

  "Hello?" The number is not saved in the phone book.

  "Were you asleep?" I look at the display, and carry ear.

  "Logan?" I ask. He stifles a laugh.

  "You have not saved my number?" His voice was hoarse, hot, deep, and I'm swallowing hard trying to get back immediately serious. "I do not need to save it, though, because you called me?" Tia turns on her side, I get up quickly and head for the bathroom so as not to wake her.

  "I see you even listen to me when I talk. I told you last night that I would call. We need to meet to talk about your course of study, you know that I am your teacher, Murphy? "

  Shit, I did not think he was serious.

  "Do you realize that it is dawn, yes? Or in Santa Monica, although is only twenty minutes, you have the time zone? "I bite my thumb cuticle. Do not know why I'm nervous, I'm just shocked by the discussion I had with my brother, and not by the scathing tone of his voice that makes me cringe creandomi an annoying tingling in the lower abdomen.

  "Shit!" I shrug my shoulders nervous, but what the hell pops into my mind.

  "Who do you have?" He asks JJ. I clear my throat, looking for a plausible excuse to my curse. "Shit Shit ... because ... because I tripped. Ho
wever, none of your business. Look, what do you want then? "I hear him fumbling with something, then his voice turns away and whispers a" hello ".

  I stay in line, a bit 'confused.

  "First of all, I need to eat, and then we could go to the library at UCLA. I'll take my notes and I'll explain how to move in the first quarter. "

  It seems very sure of himself, he explains everything, even if the idea of breakfast with him is not acceptable, even on another planet. It's my tutor, then everything should be limited to see us within the university structure. "I never have breakfast, so I would be a very bad company, see you directly to the library." I take the brush and start to prepare.

  "It's not a date, if that is what terrifies you." His voice lowers a tone, is what I feel is like a small flame, ready to turn into a dangerous fire. I bite my lower lip, hesitating over his words. I'm still angry with him about the bet, but I saw the sincerity in his eyes as he apologized. In the end, it's a boy, and that is to make him a jerk for excellence.

  "You certainly are the last person who can terrorize me, Johnson." Tia knocks on the door. "You okay?" He asks.

  "Yes, I'm on the phone, arrival," I say back.

  "Go for breakfast at Starbucks in half an hour 'do to hang up when I hear him mumble something.

  "It will take me half an hour," says Logan.

  She raises an eyebrow and smile at the reflection of myself.

  "Well, then uses all the horses in each of your Escalade, because if you do you'll be there in half an hour I'm leaving." I close my cell phone in my face, lean my back against the wall tiles, and skim all messages, most are of Scottie. Li gate without even reading them. I find one of my mother, I swear that if he said anything about last night I kill him already has too many things to think about.

  Mom:

  Scottie, he told me that you discussed. Carrie, he's on your side but do not you ever tell. Is your brother loves you the same way as you love us.

  I re-read the message again, before I realized that have been fifteen minutes since I closed the phone with JJ. I decide not to answer, I'm not ready to deal with this matter with her, I can not tell you how I feel against my brother, I do not want to create them other concerns.