Believe me, if I tell you that your internship starts in these four walls. Understand yourself, means being able to understand who you will be next. "Stone Rest at the thought of how we can be heard Logan, discussing the method by which you could put an end to the pain of the people we love, when you are at facing a terminal illness for which there is no cure.
I wonder what he said, how he felt after seeing the most important person in his life, consumed every day like a candle until it turns off under his gaze helplessly.
"I'm sorry I ... I do not know." The professor will not let me finish my speech, I know what's going to tell me.
"Knowledge is your first rule, they do not exist or maybe it exists only knowledge. Do not forget Murphy. "
She puts her briefcase to disappear along the corridors of the department. He pulls the phone out of your bag. Megan, one of the girls of Molly's, luckily I brought him back early this morning, and also has saved my ass with our owner, inventing a sudden illness. I send a message to Tia, warning that I'm about to get into the canteen.
The buzz of voices of other students through me, reverberates in my ears, I hear laughter dispersed in the large room, and only when I raise my head I see why they laugh, it's me. The heart jumps into my throat, serrandomi breath, a woven cloth attached to the wall hanging. The spray black lettering: "Murphy Suck our QB" covers the entire fabric.
Bettany below it stands victorious, announcing to everyone that they are one of many that Logan has added to its list. The eyes pierce me like knives, laughter mock me, and I seem to take root in the ground so dirty that almost tries to swallow.
I find the strength to turn around, schiantandomi in a dull thud, something solid and hard.
"Hey. Hey ... what's up? "I can not speak, is too much, not after what happened last night. Logan raises his eyes from me, bushy eyebrows darken his eyes that makes angry.
"Take that shit off the wall!" Shouts, laughter cease in a snap of the fingers, I feel nothing, if not the dull silence that breaks into the canteen.
"Whose fucking idea was it?" He growls, the muscles around my body keep me trapped, but they are safe, the rhythm of his heart pump faster against my ear somehow manages to calm down.
"But Holy shit!" As soon as I raise my head to see Lex to jump to the table, stand on it and unplug from the wall the banner. Bettany Team, reducing his eyes to slits.
"The one that has sucked all here, are you Clark" rubs the package without restraint, a gesture that puts Bettany cornered.
"I said only the ..." Logan away from me, Blaze around my shoulders with his arm, as if sensing that I felt lost, at the mercy of something that I could not control.
"You said just bullshit!" Logan slams his palms on the table, making her jump and then point his gaze to all present.
"If I hear another word about Carrie're finished. I walk, you crawl behind me. I breathe you smothered my dust. Another bullshit ... "threat, with neck veins highlighted by anger that laps its reason, the shoulder muscles are stretched out as if ready to lash out at anyone who at this very moment," and I'll smash some face, and I do not want to dirty my hands before the championship. "
I had never seen him like this before, as I had never realized how his name had power in this Campus, where no one gives a breath, and are limited to lower his head in obedience to his orders.
"You have been warned!" Adds Lex, landing in a jump on the floor.
"Are you finished Jhonson!" Bettany lashes almost against him, who grabs her by the wrists, his face close to her, too, that a knot in my stomach makes me contract every muscle.
"Really Clark? You can not threaten me, because if I speak you will have to move you across the ocean ... "he whispers in her ear, her eyes are shell as if they were about to come out of their sockets. Logan laughs, before you shake her off like it was a waste.
With long strides up to me, she grabs my hand, letting slip his fingers in mine, and followed by the other we head towards the Tia department.
Do not know why I do not let his grip, because I do almost caressed by the warm sensation that starts running through my inside, but I let him do it, because maybe never as in this moment I need not feel alone.
"I'm sorry." The words of Logan come almost on tiptoe, her look is nailed to the tree-lined avenue that stands before us.
"It's not your fault, yesterday I found in my brother's house ..." I look body frowning. "Bettany with Scottie?" I nod, but I see the disbelief in his eyes, but not only that, there qualcos'atro in those eyes that I can not read at this time.
"That's Tia" Blaze exclaimed, interrupting this our eye contact.
"What happened? I was blocked by my teacher, what is this story on the banner? "
Logan pounding a fist in the air, fendendola, the moves with fury, I perceive anger, mixed with disappointment that runs through every cell.
"They must immediately cease these fucking rumors," he orders, pointing a finger at Lex sketching a smug grin.
"I'll, I'll look for Gus and the rest of the team."
Tia runs his gaze toward our hands still intertwined, and it is then that I release you from him, pretending to want me closer to my best friend.
"Just a joke in bad taste Bettany Clark»
It minimizes, pretending that inside me I'm still shaking from that familiar humiliation that appeared once again to remind me how can suck feel outcast.
"Calm down." Blaze Logan shakes his shoulders, looks like he's about to lose control.
Logan
I can not believe that it came to that, damn Bettany. I can not calm down, I look at Carrie, her eyes still lurk once by what has come upon us without warning. Scottie's words, the words hanging in the fucking wall are a tackle that lands me making me feel helpless for the first time.
"I can not calm down!" Growl, I have no such intention. I know that something happened, something that changed this girl who seems an impenetrable barrier.
"We will put everything in place." I nod with his jaw clenched, teeth gnash so much that hurt me. Caccio his hands in his pocket, tightening in two fists, I need to download the anger I feel sew the skin.
"I must go." The next step, I tried to stop, but I can not, because what happened in the mess canteen is my fault, mine and the person I was until the day when the my eyes are not penetrated into his.
"Where the hell you going?" Blurts Blaze behind me, I lift my hand in the air, telling him free to leave me alone.
Pesto soil Campus, I walk past the three buildings that separate me from our gym. That's where I lock myself, and that's where I get rid. I lacks the throwing vest on one of the free benches, and I go for a set of weights, do I lift twenty pounds at a time. The muscles pull, bend, bend your arms and do portandomeli lever towards the chest where I feel torn apart, opening up into a chasm. The image of me standing out on the mirror in front of my eyes, the forehead pearls of sweat when you increase the load and go on unabated through to the bar, only to end up running on the treadmill, push with your toes on the roller , until you feel your calves burn, and with them i feel that something is burning inside me consumandomi slowly. The fast whirling thoughts at the same rhythm of my strides. I only stop when the phone starts to ring for the tenth time since I've been locked in here for almost an hour. Stopping the race, and grab the cell phone, so I grip in the palm of the hand I can see the knuckles whiten.
"Ready." I know exactly who he is and what he wants.
"Have you forgotten our meeting?" He says, with his usual calmness on the other end of the phone.
"How could I," I say sarcastically, it is always the case, and part of his return is convinced that just a lunch cock in to act as a parent center.
"Well, why are you late, and I hope that you have an excuse more than plausible." The urge to throw this thing against the gray wall of the gym is so great that I appeal to all my strength.
"I'm coming." I just have time to rinse off the disgust of events whizzing still in mind, before you see me driving my Escala
de, directed by Madeo on Beverly Blvd.
It was my mother's favorite restaurant, said that there was nothing better than being all gathered in front of a table with people he loved most in his life. Too bad that now, sitting at the same table, which remains booked in our name even when we get no foot, they were the only pieces of what would represent the word family.
"Mr. Jhonson" The owner, as soon as arriving hands me his hand and greet you cordially, seeing my old man sips his beloved Barboun of shit. "Son," he says, with his usual smile. I sit down, and they are trapped.
"Then, I heard that you missed half of the course this morning." I let myself slip on the padded chair in white leather.
"Well?" I challenge him. Our relationship has been reduced to this, since he uses his power to control my life, as if it were one of his business contracts over which should put his filthy hands.
"Then do not do the shit with me. You know that you have
have better grades and ... "His usual speeches on the image, and the good name of our family give me more than usual nausea.
"I have to keep up appearances, while you lead your life perfect. Right? "He retorts, interrupting the flow of his words, with all the hatred I feel roll around on the skin.
"Sorry for the delay. Logan. "Aubrey, the one that only covers the new partner role full-time, sits at his side after greeting him with a chaste kiss. He brought home only two months later that my mother's body lay under four meters of land.
"Weston?" Asks my dad, but the asshole in question gives me a pat on the shoulder before sitting.
"Excuse me, I found traffic."
What a pretty picture of the cock, the ass is the son of Aubrey, thirty years to kick in the ass one after the other.
"Well now that we can all talk." The waiters serve us our food, of course, the old man also decides what can touch my stomach when I'm in his presence.
"What we need to talk?" Short cut. Her eyes of a dull green, maybe off from his miserable life itself, pointing Wes.
"I think it's crazy that Weston continues to be a teacher when he could join the company, is not James Logan?" When he calls me with both of my names I know exactly what I wonder is not an emeritus cock, just want clean conscience, to impress her
trophy girlfriend, who holds the record for all the horns hanging on his head of curls the color of fire.
"I find that as I'm concerned you can also set fire to your empire!" Taking up, I'm not going to participate in this theater.
"Do not you dare!" Her voice is contained, but only because we are in public, otherwise we would not have used anything to sbraitarmi against because I am his biggest failure. "I just did, is not it?" I point out, only to get away as soon as possible, I feel the air risucchiarsi in those four walls that are going to crashing around me. "Logan." I turn, waiting that will bring me my car, Wes joins me with his gaze turned to the passing traffic.
"We must not go necessarily agree, but you know, you get used to my presence." His eyes, a black coal collide with mine, his jaw clicks into an automatic gesture.
"You know, if I had not made that skit, you would have heard the other part of speech" frown and my Escalade stands out in front of me, "What are you talking about?"
A victorious smile radiates on his mouth, his filthy hand squeezes my shoulder.
"They're getting married." I do not have time to react, to pound my fist against his face, to hear the noise it makes when it collides with my ferocity, that in me crumbled me like I'm a damn castle sand
that it is sucked from the ocean.
"Sir, your car," I give a start from the thoughts, the exact moment when the bastard is dissolved in the air, and I climb without looking around, I enter me in traffic with the screeching of tires which brand the road.
"Bloody hell," I shout, hitting the steering wheel, "He can not have done really."
I'm so confused, I feel dizzy as if I had done nothing but being crashed to the ground by Defensive End. Landed from everything and everyone. brake abruptly in front of Danny's, I throw an eye to Pick Up Blaze, parked nearby.
By not curandomi anything, I just want to not hear anything.
"A beer" shout at Mercedes from across the room.
"A beer at three in the afternoon?"
I smear on the couch, in front of my kids. "It goes, 'I can only say.
They are my real family since my mother left. The word seems to have on them the same effect is lost.
"Four beers' adds Blaze, facing Mercedes.
I do not notice that his eyes are on me, the beer starts flowing freely in my body, the table is packed with empty glasses to do shit.
"Slow down!" He admonishes Blaze, taking my mug from his hands.
I do not drink when we are in preparation, in view of the national championship. I get up unsteadily, the view is clouded, I headed to the bathroom, the door wide open for a sharp crack that runs through me like a shiver down my spine.
My reflection is just a mass of muscle looking for something that I can not grasp.
"It was long since I had not seen this to you as well." I smile at Brooke's voice, Drew's girlfriend. I run my hands through his hair scompigliandoli and try to understand what he wants.
"So?" The provoked, thinning the look on his generous body, which I slammed last Lacrosse Team party, while her boyfriend, unaware playing pool in the lounge in the bedroom we had occupied.
Advances towards me, with a firm step, the girls as you want popularity, being the center of the universe at UCLA, suspended on the severity of which are capable of giving with my body.
"I thought you need to download a bit 'of tension," he says, moistening his lips with a slow movement of the tongue. Incline the head of the study, Brown sway in the helmet hair that frames the face, I bite the wrasse, when the lascivious gaze glides over pronounced cleavage, I feel close to the balls as it is so far off the day when I am done a fuck.
I laugh about myself, I can hardly recognize myself, what the hell is happening to me?
"We can do a quick thing, here. It would be exciting, all our
friends are out here. You know, Drew will come soon. "
Only these words would have excited me to the point to take her by the hips, placing it on the marble floor of the basin and up to fuck her senseless.
And that's exactly what I do, posizionandomi between her legs apart, but not to give her what she is almost begging, but just to remind you that ride on the carousel was just a big mistake. But I can not tell him, my hands pressed on his thighs, and his forehead was pressed against her when we are interrupted.
"Log ..." Ice wave overwhelms me. I do not have time to turn around toward the voice you recognize it anywhere, the door slams leaving only a glimpse of her hair gathered into a messy bun that runs away.
"Shit!" pound fist against the mirror.
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AS ICE BURNING
Logan
"What's the matter?" Brooke tries to grab me by the arm, shake off me with a shrug of the shoulder, and without answering him, I go out slamming the door behind him. Fuck it all wrong, I have to explain, but how? Such as
I explain? I run my hands through his hair, his eyes darted around the room, and do not see it, there is only Mercy intent on serving the tables, scocco look at the bar, and it's not even there. I reach my boys.
"It's just out" warns me Blaze without vaccum 'he asked, bringing this I have written on my forehead that I screwed up. Point the door, catching up with long strides, air vested in me as soon as they are in the parking lot, and all the booze, the news of my father dissolves in this same air, the thought is to find it.
I walk to the corner of the room, I look in the alley
which leads into the back of Danny's, in the end can not have gone far, and there she made there. The back resting against the wall, her face pinned to the wall that stands in front of her, and so many puffs of smoke that come out of his mouth fleshy.
"Carrie," I whisper his name that slips between my lips
. It turns slightly toward me. "I do not mean to interrupt," he hastens to say.
I take from the hands of the cigarette, the jet to the ground and the pesto with the toe of the shoe.
"What the heck are you doing? 'Barks, two millimeters from my body, that trembles to its simple movements, the way in which frowns at how retracts the lips forming a thin line, the color of her eyes coming into my whipping all you can pass me in the head.
"It's just shit, and do not need it." I continue to sink into his eyes, that touches me, and the breath gets stuck in the lungs.
"Do not you decide for me! Do not decide a no shit, you understand? "Screams, his words slip, roll across the sky like a ball that is thrown toward the goal.
"Why do you look for?" I take a step toward her, which still spreads more against the brick wall behind him. My body towering over her, and I can smell her sweet scent intoxicated breath, and delete all the crap that swirl too fast in the head.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay 'swallows hard, I look at the features of his face, the delicate curve
sculpts her face perfectly.
"Why?" I repeat, I want to know, I want his words risucchino me, I feel it coursing through the veins and I can not, I can not delete it, as if he had drunk me a taste for which I have now lost just fantasizing.
"Go home Logan." His hands pressed against my chest, I look down on the contact you marchia at that exact point where the heart crashed in a jump against the rib cage.
"Not tonight." His voice was hoarse, he leans over toward her.
"Logan" he murmurs.
"Carrie." I leave detonated his name on the lips, that shortly after pressing on his neck, shivering skin, your hands shake a fist in my knitted fabric. I savor every centimeter, tracing an imaginary path, like you're running up to the lobe of his ear that enclose between my lips. Blow, eager to feel the taste of his skin on my tongue that vibrates moving in circular movements.
A low moan, almost choked reaches my ear, his grip increases, as if you were holding on to keep from falling.
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