Promises Hurt By Elle
Brooks
Published August 2,
2014
Synopsis
I wasn't planning on falling for
Ethan Jamison, hell I wasn't planning on our paths ever crossing. He’s the most
popular guy at school and a complete player. Me; I’m the perpetual good girl,
trying to carry out one last request. But when you make a promise, how far do
you go to see it through?
~
Blair
It’s a running joke
that I’m a terrible liar, if only people knew the truth. My whole life has been
spent making excuses and deflecting questions. I was pretty good at it until
Blair Thomas entered my world. She saw through the mask that everyone is so
willing to accept. She makes me want to tell her all my secrets, but can she
promise to keep them?
~ Ethan
Excerpt
I look
down at my cell and it’s 4:54pm. No sign of Ethan. No text to explain.
What a douche. I mean, okay so I needed to be here anyway to collect books, but
that’s not the point. He didn't know that. I can’t stand people that make plans
and then break them without warning. It takes two seconds to send a
text.
I’m
packing up my things when Ethan Jamison barges through the library doors. He’s
panting like he’s out of breath and his eyes are frantically scanning the
almost empty room. Then they land on me. I stand completely frozen, mouth
gaping like a total moron. Of freakingcourse it
has to be that Ethan. He makes his way over, and the sound of his boots echoing
through the otherwise silent room awakens me from my dumbstruck state. Emily’s
letter flashes in my mind and I feel instantly embarrassed. Like, somehow he
knows about it, which of course, he can’t, but I’m still panicking.
He stops a
few feet short of my table and looks a little unsure. This isn't the cocky
Ethan Jamison that struts around school thinking he’s god’s gift. It’s thrown
me a little.
“Hey,
um…I’m Ethan,” he says, looking down at me. He lays his guitar case down at his
feet and then adjusts his backpack on his shoulders. “Are you the tutor, I
mean, sorry…are you Blair?”
I never
realized how tall he actually is up close and personal. I’ve seen him play at a
gig for about two seconds once, but he was on a stage, so of course he’s gonna
look taller than everyone else. Emily and I have only stalked him at a
distance. His blue eyes are boring into mine and I'm just standing there.
Staring. Like an idiot. He shifts his weight and I realize he’s asked me a
question. I still haven't replied. Shit.
“Er…yeah,
I’m Blair, nice to meet you. I was just about to go, I thought you weren't
coming. You’re late.” The last part comes out all pissy like I'm mad at
him.
An amused
grin starts to form; his mouth pulling up slightly at one side and the boy has
dimples—real life honest-to-god dimples.
I shake my
head and practically bark out, “I’ve been waiting for you for almost a half
hour. If you’re gonna be late when we meet, you could at least give me a heads
up?” Oh my god, why the hell am I telling him off?
His smile
widens and he’s not even trying to look
sorry. He drops his backpack on the table and takes a seat.
“Yeah, I
had practice and it ran over. Steve has a no phone rule, so it’s kinda hard to
let you know when I don't have my cell.”
Steve is
the music professor; he’s got the new age hippy vibe going on and makes all his
students call him by his first name. I pull my chair back out and take a seat.
“Okay. Well, um, let’s just get started then.”
I look up
and his eyes are zeroed in on my chest. What a complete douche, he’s already
ogling my boobs. I cough twice and raise my eyebrows in a ‘what the hell, my
eyes are up here’ stare, and his cheeks immediately redden.
“Shit, no,
I wasn't checking you out! I mean…um, I wasn't staring at your…fuck, well I
kinda was but I mean, shit; I was just trying to read what your shirt
says.”
Holy crap,
this guy’s more awkward than I am.
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