Where Words Fail (2 page)

“It’ll be fine. I’ll prop the door open if that’ll make you more comfortable.” I kicked the door open and slid the doorstop down while pulling her in behind me. I didn’t even check to make sure it was empty, but thankfully, it was. Spinning her around, I dropped her hand and gripped her hips to hoist her onto the counter next to the sink. Her legs instantly widened so I could stand between them and get closer. Hell, it felt totally natural to be standing there with her, and I didn’t even know her name.

“Why are you helping me? I’m quite capable of taking care of myself.”

I shrugged. “Because not all of us are douche bags. It’s not that I don’t think you aren’t capable of taking care of yourself, but why should you have to?”

She seemed to think about that for a minute because she didn’t say anything until I got back from grabbing paper towels and wetting them down. “You don’t even know me.”

“Jameson Williams, but everyone calls me Jamie... And you are?” I reached out to shake her hand. The edge of her mouth threatening a smile, but she still hadn’t looked at me and all I wanted was to see those green eyes again.

“Abigail Jenkins.”

“Nice to meet you, Abigail. Now, what the hell is WTG?”

“Um... White Trash Ginger.”

“God they’re fucking assholes. Wait... Jenkins? You have a brother?”

“Yeah, Alex. We’re twins.” Finally, she looked at me and all I could see was sadness and a whole lot of anger. I spent a second trying to figure out if the anger was towards me or towards that asshole that just smashed her head with the locker door. She wasn’t pulling away from me anymore, so I don’t think it’s me. Her eyebrows were drawn together obviously wondering how I knew her brother.

“No shit. I’m the senior advisor for his homeroom.” She nodded, and I kept talking. All I wanted to do was make her feel better. Make that crease in her forehead go away. I went about cleaning the cut on the side of her head. Hating that she would wince every time I’d touch it. At this point, I knew my way around cleaning up blood. It’s not something I like doing. “So, why didn’t you stand up for yourself?”

“Um... I’m out of chances. If I get kicked out of another school I’m done. Military school is where I’d be headed.” She visibly shivered when she spoke of military school. My eyes widened out of shock.

“Another? Just how many schools have you been kicked out of?”

She winced again as I tried to stop the bleeding. “Six... Wait... Yeah, six in the past five years. I was told to shape up or ship the fuck out. So I’m trying to fly under the radar here. Starting a fight with that motherfucker isn’t laying low... Or that blonde bimbo in my bio class... She’s got it coming though.”

Holy shit. I think I’d pay to see that fight. My money is on this totally gorgeous redhead in front of me. She swears like me and so far hasn’t once said her head hurt. It might show on her face that it does but most girls would be in tears screaming about how much this hurts right now. The fact that she isn’t, makes me like her even more. I’ve tried for the past three years not to get attached to anyone here, but something about
her
makes me want to get attached.

The sound of a throat clearing behind us made me realize I was just staring at her with my hand in her hair. It didn’t look good at all. “Mr. Williams... What’s going on here?” Shit. Busted by the principal himself.

Without turning around I rinsed the towel out and continued to clean off the blood. “Mr. Beck.”

“Is there a reason you aren’t in class, but, instead, you are in the restroom with a young lady?”

Under the radar... She said she needed to be under the radar...Think J... Think... “Um, I accidently hit her in the head with my locker. It cut her so I was just helping her clean it up. I propped the door open so someone would know we were in here.”

“You didn’t think to bring her to the health center?”

I turned and looked him in the eye. Mr. Beck is my neighbor. There’s no way in hell he doesn’t know what goes down in my house. “I probably should have brought her there, yes. But I’m more than capable of fixing her up. I’m sure you know that though. It’s the least I could do for hurting her.” The sad look in his eyes confirmed that he did indeed know what happened in my house. I think it might be him that calls the police, but I can’t be sure. He nodded once and told us to hurry up and get to class. After giving us hall passes to excuse us from whatever we missed he turned around and left.

The sound of Abigail’s voice prompted me to turn back around. “You didn’t have to tell him it was you.”

“Abigail.” God I loved the way she looked at me when I said her name. “You want to stay out of trouble right?” She nodded. “Starting a war with the quarterback of this school isn’t the way to do that. That fucker will push and push until you snap and I don’t want to see you get kicked out of this school.”

Abigail thanked me and slid off the counter. While she was fixing her hair, if you call throwing it up and not caring what it looked like fixing, she stared at me through the mirror. She was looking at me through those black square glasses and thanked me again for standing up for her. But she still didn’t understand why I did it when I didn’t even know her.

I shrugged. Taking a deep breath I did something I didn’t think I would ever do while I was at this school. “Wanna go out with me tomorrow? Then maybe I could get to know you.”

At first she looked at me like I was crazy. Then she dropped her gaze to her fingers which looked like they were going to break with how hard she was squeezing them. “Do you really think that a date is such a good idea? I mean, they’re already saying shit because you helped me out there.”

I walked up behind her and set my hands on the disgusting yellow counter on either side of her and locked eyes with her in the mirror. “I don’t give a shit what other people think about me. So how ‘bout it?”

She bit her bottom lip and that became the only thing I could focus on until I heard the one word that would change my entire life. “Yes.”

Alex found me soon after. He first thanked me for helping his sister but then threatened that if I hurt her, he would figure out how to kill me.

Abby

Butterflies spun around in my stomach as I got ready. They had been floating in there for the past few days. Every look. Every smile. Every word that Jamie has spoken to me since he helped me the other day has caused them.

My mind tracks back to the things that are missing tonight. My parents. My mom should be here helping me get ready, and my dad should be bitching in the other room about how I’m too young to date, and I should be locked away till I’m forty. But they aren’t, and that’s just something I have to live with.

I pushed my hair back behind my ear and checked my reflection in the mirror one last time before switching the light off in the bathroom and making my way back into my room. The nervousness I felt before was replaced with annoyance when I walked through my bedroom door.

“God, can’t I just once make it through a damn day without walking through MY bedroom door and finding you two hanging out in here?” I whined as I stared down Alex and my best friend AJ.

“You could… but it just wouldn’t be the same,” AJ snickered.

Alex’s eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “You don’t seriously think that we’re going to let you out of the house like that do you?”

I looked down at what I was wearing and back at the boy I shared a womb with. Some days I wonder how we are possibly related. “Alex, I’m wearing jeans and a tank top. It’s not like I’m walking out of here in a mini skirt and just a bra.”

“Jeans that look like they’re painted on and a tank top that shows off way too much skin.” He peeled off his sweatshirt and threw it at me. “Put that on or I’m not letting you out of the house.”

“I wear this shit to school, fuck face. You don’t complain then…” I dropped his sweatshirt to the floor so fast you would have thought I was afraid it would give me herpes. I wiped my hands down the front of my jeans before flipping him off. “I. Am. Not. Changing.”

“You don’t get how guys think, but I do. That guy is going to be imagining ways to get you out of those things you call clothes all night.”

My hands slid to my hips and my fingers dug in so hard I’m sure it will leave bruises behind. “If that were the case it won’t matter what I’m wearing so why don’t I just go naked and get it over with?” AJ, doubled over in laughter when Alex chucked his shirt at me, shot straight up and growled.

“I don’t fucking think so,” he said.

“You weren’t even supposed to be here AJ. Wait… Why are you here?”

“You didn’t think I would actually let you do this without me did you?”

“Do what? Go on a date? Yeah. I’m pretty sure that my bestie isn’t supposed to tag along… especially since you’re a dude. I know I’ve never been on one but I’m pretty sure that’s how they work,” I said sarcastically.

“You’re not going unless I meet him first.” He stood and towered over me. Not much of a feat but still…

“Bullshit buddy… You are not going to go down there and scare this guy away. He’s the only guy in this whole world other than you, Alex and Gramps that I actually like.”

“I don’t want to scare him,” he said in a sing song voice.

“Yeah. We just want to get to know him better…” Alex spoke up.

“No. If I have to get Gramps in here to back me up you know I will. He’ll be on my side because if this makes me happy, he knows I’ll try my hardest not to get kicked out of this school.”

Alex looked towards AJ with a defeated look in his eyes and shrugged. “She’s right. I’ll just have to keep on top of this shit from school.” They bumped fists and laughed until the doorbell rang. They both started to stand up.

“I love you both but so help me God if you step foot out of this room before I am gone I will make sure you never have to worry about getting lucky. Ever. Again.”

Their eyes widened as I spun around and ran towards the door. I was excited, but it wasn’t just that that had me running down the stairs at a lightning fast pace. I didn’t want Gramps to get to the door, and I know that my threat to the boys would only last a few minutes.

I pulled the door open and couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. It amazes me how much this guy affects me after only a few days.

“Hey beautiful,” he said as he smiled back at me. I squeaked back a greeting and closed the door behind me. “So, do you mind getting dirty?”

“I think every single answer to that question could come out wrong.” I laughed as we walked towards his beat up truck.

“I don’t think I would mind.” He winked.

Jameson

“Mudding isn’t what I pictured as a first date.” She laughed as we hit a rock and she came out of the seat again. The seatbelt was doing nothing to keep her tiny body from bouncing. Not that I minded but losing focus on my driving because her tits are bouncing all over the place probably isn’t the best thing.

“Should we have done something different?” Shit, did I totally fuck this up? I hadn’t been on a date in a long time and she seemed like she would be cool with this.

“Hell no!” She screamed as mud flew through her open window and coated her whole right side again.

We had been at this for a few hours. The truck, both inside and out, was covered in mud. I felt the front tire drop into a hole, and we lurched to a stop.

“Shit.” I rocked the truck back and forth but got nowhere. Giving up, I shut it off. When I turned my head, she was climbing out through the window Dukes of Hazzard style. The sandals she had been wearing were sitting on the floorboard, and I heard her feet squish into the mud.

I followed suit and rounded the back of the truck as she lifted herself up and slid onto the tailgate.

“I take it this wasn’t part of the plan?”

I shook my head and replied sheepishly. “No, not the plan at all. I hope you’re not mad.”

She threw her head back and laughed before grabbing my hand and pulling me between her jeans and mud clad thighs. “Mad? This is the best day ever!”

I trailed my hands up her legs till my hands rested on her hips. “So, you’re not going to kill me for getting us stuck in the middle of the woods?” She shook her head. I leaned in towards her and brushed the hair away from her face, leaving a streak of mud down the side of her face.

My lips hovered over hers. Her breath fanning across my face. “I think this is supposed to happen when you take me home,” she whispered, her eyes fighting to stay open.

“Probably, but I’m not one to follow the social norm.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“Are you going to hit me if I kiss you?” She backed up a little and pursed her lips and thought hard before shaking her head and telling me no.

I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have kissed her.
I wish I had known when I did that she would become the most important person in my life. That, from that moment on, every spare second I had would be spent with her. That I would give her everything I had and love her with everything in me. Until one day my entire world became so fucked up, I lost myself because I lost her.