True Colors (book #1, The Masks Series)

by Melissa Pearl

  TRUE COLORS

  The Mask Series

  Book 1

  Melissa Pearl

  True Colors copyright © 2014 by Melissa Pearl

  Cover design copyright © 2014 by Kate Strawbridge

  Dwell Design & Press.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental.

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  True Colors, Book I, The Mask Series by Melissa Pearl

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  For Sharyn

  The lady who's always looking out for everyone else.

  You are a good soul, my friend.

  xxx

  A single moment in time can change everything. The night a stranger's hand touched mine, I was thrown into a new reality I never could have imagined.

  And to think that only a few hours earlier, I had no idea it was coming...

  Chapter 1

  Okay, Chase just took my shirt off. Whipped it over my head and I let him. Did I want to let him?

  Yes, yes, I definitely did. His naked chest pressing against my stomach felt divine. I ran my hand over his sinewy shoulders as his lips skimmed my collarbone, his tongue trailing a path down to the edge of my bra.

  Was he going to take it off?

  My insides clenched at the idea. No guy had ever touched me that way before. And I did want Chase to, at least I think I did.

  I wondered how long it would take him to figure out how non-existent my breasts were. My brother, Toby, always teased me, saying if you took me into the ocean, you could surf me to shore because I was so flat and skinny.

  What if Chase thought the same thing? Would he still want me?

  I ran my fingers through Chase’s fine brown hair as his mouth worked back up my neck and his arm slid beneath my back.

  Surely he’d worked it out by now. If he didn’t like skinny girls, he wouldn’t have even gone for me, right? And with his body melded to mine, I could definitely tell he was into me...if you know what I mean.

  When I’d invited Chase into my empty house and closed my bedroom door with a definitive click, I’d made my intentions very clear. A playful smile had danced across his lips as he’d pulled me against him and firmly kissed me. Next thing I knew we were on my bed and his shirt was on the floor.

  Chase’s fingers fidgeted with the clasp of my bra. I leaned into him, eager for his touch, but also wrestling with the small part of me that wanted to squish my back onto the bed so he couldn’t. I don’t know why I suddenly felt so vulnerable. We’d been dating for a couple of months. Chase was more than ready. He’d been hinting at doing this for weeks. I should go for it. I should let him.

  I was an eighteen-year-old virgin. It was about time I experienced this. I was ready. Wasn’t I?

  “Caitlyn, are you home?” My insides went ice cold as I heard my mom’s voice. And then to make matters worse, she only knocked once before pushing the door open. “Oh!”

  Chase leapt off me, adjusting his pants and trying to swivel away so she couldn’t see just how excited he was. He ran a hand through his mussed up locks and sort of grinned. “Hey, Mrs. Davis.”

  She didn’t say a word, just folded her arms across her pristine white blouse and glared at him.

  I scrambled for my shirt, crumpled on the floor beside Chase’s. I flung his cotton T-shirt at him. He caught it with a mumbled thank you and pulled it on.

  My face was on fire. My heart was thrumming erratically as I slid my shirt on and tugged it over my exposed naval. Mom was eyeballing me big time, but I couldn’t look at her.

  Chase snatched up his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “Well, I should go, because...um, well I...I have um...homework.”

  Yeah, right! Chase never had homework. Or if he did, I never saw him doing it, like ever.

  Mom must have known this too, because her doubtful glare was almost comical. Almost.

  “Of course you do.” Cynicism dripped off every syllable as she kept eyeing my boyfriend up with those hard, brown eyes. They were usually soft and warm like chocolate, but not today. Today they looked like burnt umber - irate and seething. She never really liked Chase and this was so not helping.

  Chase’s confident facade buckled beneath her gaze. Slightly flustered, he turned to me, his eyes rounding with a what the hell is her problem kind of look.

  I shrugged and forced a smile, trying not to let the full humiliation of this moment sink in.

  “I’ll see ya, Caitlyn.” Chase gave me a short wave before awkwardly squeezing past my mother. Her glare followed him out the door before slowly tracing back to me.

  My cheeks were raging with a hot blush as my gaze hit the floor. I never knew the carpet could be quite so interesting. After what felt like a century of stony silence, I finally gave in and glanced up. Mom’s dark eyes chastised me. I wasn’t quite sure how to react. I’d never been caught doing anything too naughty before. The odd misdemeanour, but nothing to get in a flap about. This however...well, in Mom’s book, I was pretty sure this would be classed as unacceptable. I folded my arms to mirror her and went for a nonchalant shrug, my usual defence to any form of conflict.

  She opened her mouth to respond, her hot words ready to scald me, but she thought better of it. Pressing her lips together, she narrowed her eyes. She was obviously too pissed to talk it out. I knew it would come later - so not cool - but I had no problem with her procrastination. Mom was the silent type. She liked to let things simmer until she could articulate her irritation without hurting anyone’s feelings. In spite of being busted, I felt lucky on that count.

  She grabbed the doorknob, her terse words only just audible, “I’m guessing you have homework too. You might want to get that done before dinner.”

  Again with the raised eyebrows.

  I stifled a groan and rose from my bed. I was tempted to turn and straighten the covers, but decided against it. I knew it would make my mother happy, but it would also make me look guilty and I wasn’t sure I wanted to feel that way. I was 18! I could have sex with my boyfriend if I wanted to.

  Crossing to my desk, I avoided eye contact and took a seat, not looking at my door until I heard it click shut. With a little huff, I dropped my head into my hands and begged the bedroom floor to open up and swallow me whole.

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  The thing about my parents is, they’re kind of old. I mean they’re not ancient, but compared to the rest of my friends’ parents, they may as well be dusted off and displayed in a museum. I mean they’ve got five grandchildren already.

  You see they were done with their family. Two boys. Two girls. The perfect set. And then my unplanned-self came along. To say I was an unexpected surprise is a major understatement. Mom was like 44 when she found out she was pregnant with me and I think it took her and Dad a long time to deal with it. Toby, the ‘baby’ of the family was nearly fourteen when I came along. So I’ve kind of been raised as an only child. It does
n’t bother me too much, until afternoons like this when all the heat is on me. There are no siblings to throw the attention to, because I’m the only one still at home.

  I slumped down the stairs after Mom’s dinner call.

  We’d lived in this house since Toby was one. That’s like 30 years. I wasn’t complaining or anything. The Pacific Palisades is the nicest part of L.A., in my opinion. The beach is ten minutes away. That was something vitally important to my whole family. We’ve all grown up in and around the water.

  I ran my hand along the hallway wall, the way I always did when I headed to the dining room. It’s like this little tunnel before popping out into an expansive open planned area. It didn’t used to be like that. When Toby moved to San Diego ten years ago, my parents decided to go ahead with the big renovations they’d been saving for. The front half of the house was gutted to make room for shiny new wooden floors, a sparkling state of the art kitchen and a plush sunken-in living area. A little 1970s if you ask me, but Mom had always wanted one and for this particular project she got everything she desired, including my parents “suite.” After years of having kids in their faces all day, my parents finally earned themselves a private wing that we were basically banned from entering.

  I do love the alterations. I love the open expanse, the way it leads to a huge sunny deck area. They did good and out of all the siblings, I’ve reaped the majority of the benefits. At least there was one cool thing about being the youngest by miles.

  I pulled out my regular chair and took a seat, still not wanting to look my mother in the eye. Her super quiet mode was slightly unnerving. It didn’t help that Dad was away on some golfing weekend. I mean I liked that he was, because I so didn’t want to face a disapproving frown from him too. I’m his “little peanut.” Seth and I look just like him with our dark blonde hair and blue eyes; the other three all took after Mom. In spite of Dad's effort, he couldn't help a touch of favoritism when it came to his eldest and youngest children.

  Much to my siblings' angst, my dad has laxed out big time on discipline. I think Toby used up all his will power and now I basically get away with everything. Luckily for him, I’m a good kid. I think he’d be gutted about my behavior with Chase though, even if I knew a smile or two would win him over, earning me some back up.

  “She’s eighteen, Suzy,” he’d say to my mom. “Let her be.”

  In saying all that, the idea of his peanut getting it on with her boyfriend...may not fly so well. No, it was definitely better that he was not here!

  A fresh chicken salad with a side of homemade bread was plopped in front of me. I eyed the brown bread, stuffed full of seeds and various nuts...I had no idea what they were. I know Mom’s heard of plain white bread before, because I’ve mentioned it several times, but she just gives me that look and asks me why I’d want to put pillow stuffing into my system. The curse of being a nutritionist’s daughter, I guess.

  I picked at my salad as Mom sat across from me with her freshly squeezed guava juice. The awkwardness was somewhat painful, but I decided not to let it bother me. At least I decided that until I’d stuffed over half my meal into my mouth and couldn’t handle one second more of her dark glare and repeated tutting.

  "What?" My fork clattered to the table.

  "I didn't say anything." She shrugged.

  "You didn’t have to. It's written all over your face.” I threw my arms in the air. “Would you just spit it out, please!"

  "Alright fine.” She gently placed her empty glass on the table and crossed her arms. “I don't think teenagers understand what an emotional responsibility sex is."

  "Mom, it's just—"

  "Don't say it's just sex.” Her eyes were on fire.

  I swallowed back my words and slumped into my chair, knowing I’d have to hear this one out.

  “There's no such thing as just sex. I hate the way people cheapen it like that. When you're with someone in that way it should be amazing and magical and mind-blowing."

  Please don’t say like you and dad. Please! I don’t want that mental image!

  Thankfully she let out a sigh and continued in a quiet voice. “I don't see how you can do that unless you're with someone you love. I mean do you love Chase?”

  The question stumped me. I should have been able to answer in a heartbeat, but I couldn’t. The truth was, I didn’t really know if I loved him or not. I definitely cared about him. I liked spending time with him, but our relationship so far had been more of a heady-rush. One I’d never expected. Chase Mitchell didn’t look at girls like me, but for some reason I’d caught his eye and I wasn’t about to cold shoulder this unexplained phenomenon.

  “We’ve only been dating a couple of months,” I mumbled.

  “Then you shouldn't be having sex with him." Her eyebrows rose so high I thought they might glide off the top of her forehead. I crossed my arms and slouched while Mom let out another big sigh.

  “Caitlyn, I respect that you are now an eighteen-year-old woman and in less than six months you will be flitting off to college to live the life you choose.” She blinked and I couldn’t tell if that news relieved or saddened her. I tried not to think about it as she realigned her wedding and engagement ring, a habit she’d had forever. “I’m not telling you when you can lose your virginity and who you can lose it to. I just want you to think about it.” Her deep brown eyes were filled with parental concern. “I know you probably think I’m an old stuff. Your father’s the only man I’ve ever been with and I know views on sex are very different to what they were when I was a teenager. I just...” She sighed. “I don't ever want you to have regrets when it comes to your first time...or anytime for that matter.” She swallowed and looked all awkward again. “I mean unless you've already had your first time and this is a wasted conversation. Well, it's not totally wasted, but...”

  Her hands started fluffing the back of her grey-speckled curls like they always do when she’s flustered. I cleared my throat and interrupted her.

  "Mom. Still a virgin." I wanted to die. Who talks about sex with their 63-year-old mother?

  She leaned her elbows on the table, looking all relieved. “Oh, so you haven't...yet?"

  "No.” I frowned, and have no idea what compelled me to continue, but I did. “And we probably wouldn't have this afternoon either.”

  “Really?”

  I shrugged, realizing I’d just told a big fat one. If Mom hadn’t interrupted us, we totally would have.

  And Mom knew it too. She dipped her head and muttered, “I’m so glad your father's not home right now.”

  I couldn’t help my eye roll.

  “Caity, I just want you to be thoughtful about it, that's all. I don't want to dictate who you hang out with, but you've got to admit you're changing. I sometimes worry where your friends are going to take you next. I miss the sweet, funny girl you used to be. The one who played sports all the time and had fun. The one who had principles and would never in a million years just let some random guy touch her.”

  "Chase isn’t random. He’s my boyfriend.”

  She made a face. I tried not to let it bug me. I liked Chase. He was hot and exciting. Mom just didn't get it.

  “Look, I’m not that different. I'm just growing up. And I told you why I didn’t try out for volleyball again this year. I wanted to focus on my studies, which is what I’m doing.” That wasn’t entirely true. I probably would have gone out for the team this year if my best friend, Stella, hadn’t bitched and moaned about how it took up too much of my time. Sometimes I think she’s just jealous, because she’s such an unco, but I conceded, like I always did when it came to Stella. It was just easier that way.

  I tried to hide my frown. I didn’t like to dwell on how much influence Stella often had on me.

  Reaching across the table, Mom pulled me from my thoughts by gathering up the fingers of my right hand and running her thumb over my knuckles. “I know you’re growing up.” She grinned. “And I love to see it.” Her smile wavered. “Just as long a
s you never lose that compassionate spirit of yours, the one that was always looking out for others. All I want you to do is be who you are. People should love you without you having to change anything."

  I scowled. This conversation was getting under my skin and I really didn’t like it. “Mom, what are you talking about? I'm still me."

  "You have to admit that the likes of Stella...and Chase have brought out a different side to you.” I could feel my hackles rising the way they always did when she talked about my best friend. Stella and I had been tight since first grade and sure, she had changed a lot over the years, but I wasn’t just going to ditch her. I liked some of the stuff she’d gotten me into. Sure, it scared me a touch sometimes, but I’d never admit that to my mom.

  It was now my turn for my bright blue eyes to grow dark with disapproval. My mom grinned, no doubt trying to ensure the conversation didn’t get explosive. “I’m not saying you're a bad person or anything, I just don't want you to forget who you are at the core."

  I swallowed back my anger. I hated conflict, no matter who it was with. Taking a little breath, I forced a smile over my lips. “Mom, you raised me right. I know who I am, okay?"

  "Yeah." She sighed again, looking totally unconvinced.

  Much to my relief, my phone dinged with a text message. I fished it out of my back pocket and unlocked the screen.

  Just heard from Chase. Need a rescue? Tell your mom shopping with the girls. I have a plan.

  I cleared my throat. “So Stella and the girls are going shopping tonight. Can I go?"

  I’m sure twenty years ago, when she’d been dealing with Seth, Layla, Holly and Toby - my older siblings - she would have made them stay home, but she either no longer had the energy or she knew it was easier to keep in her kids’ good books. I didn’t care what the reason was, I loved seeing that little shrug and nod. “Just be home by 10."

  "Mom, it's Friday night."

  "Okay, 11."

  "Thirty?" I tipped my head, giving her that look I’d been perfecting over the years. Holly taught it to me. We called it the mother-softener.