I Need You. Jane Lark

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СКАЧАТЬ check that’s what you want, Lind. You haven’t said much; you might’ve just wanted to go back and be on your own.”

      “I didn’t come here to be on my own, did I? I could be on my own at home.” There was sore-headed Lind again. The bitch.

      I took a breath, to call her out––

      “So you and Jason have patched everything up. Are you buddies again?”

      That’s why she’d been quiet. She’d been spinning that around in her head.

      I wondered how it made her feel. Betrayed by him? And then betrayed by me? But I was friends with Jason again, and I wanted to be his friend. I wasn’t gonna change that even if she asked me to. “Yes.” I lifted an eyebrow, waiting on her judgment.

      “So everything’s forgotten?”

      Not everything. “Lind, don’t. I like him. He’s been like a brother most of my life. I want him around.” A brother whose girl I’ve wanted to fuck for years, but hey.

      Her lips compressed as anger flashed in her eyes, but she didn’t vent it at me.

      Looking down at her salad, she stabbed a piece of chicken with her fork. Maybe she imagined it as part of Jason’s anatomy––or mine.

      “Have you seen it?”

      “It?”

      “The baby?”

      “The baby is called Saint, and, yeah, I went ‘round to Jason’s parents’ one night this week, before we went for a drink, and saw Rach and the kid.”

      “Saint’s a stupid name.” She stabbed a piece of tomato.

      Annoyance and exasperation rippled inside me as I took a bite out of a piece of fried chicken.

      This is what I needed to fix for her. I hadn’t only brought her here to get her away. I wanted to smash open this fucking ball of anger she wrapped herself up in. It had been there for years, but not when we were kids. It wasn’t who she was, it was what she’d become. The only way she’d be happy was to be who she’d been at high school. I had no idea why she’d changed.

      I leaned back, watching her. “The baby isn’t going anywhere when we go back, you know. It’s you who has to learn to live with Rach and Saint in the town, and Jason being with them. Not the other way around.”

      She glared at me, standing up and dropping her fork on the tray. Then without a word she turned and walked out.

      Cool, we’d been here a couple of hours and we’d clashed already. I pulled some dollar bills out of my pocket and left them on the table to get the check, then followed her.

      She’d headed toward the beach. I ran to catch up with her and grabbed her feeble little bicep to stop her. Then made her turn and look at me.

      “I said I’d get you away, give you chance to breathe out here. But I’m not gonna lie to you, Lind, or put up with your bad moods. I’m not Jason. Don’t expect me to just let you bite. I’ll bite back.”

      I wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t know. At college we’d had some really loud arguments. The neighbors had bashed on the wall a few times to shut us up. I’d never put up with her shit like Jason did, and she knew it. We were both fire and we’d flare quick and fast at each other.

      Jason––he was calm, cooling water.

      But we’d always been okay when the air cleared, and if she’d had problems and needed to talk, or just moan and shout, she’d always come to me, not him… Cause Jason would either have a solution or walk away from an argument and sometimes people like us just needed to shout.

      I sighed, letting her go. My fingers lifted and ran through my hair. Shit. I ruffled it when I remembered I’d knocked it flat.

      Her coming to me had been the beginning of how everything had got messed up between us. A year ago, when Jason had gone to New York to live and left her behind… It had been the first time he’d stood up to her and not just done what she wanted. She’d hated that. So who had she come to, to moan and shout about it? Me.

      She turned away and started walking again, her movement stiff with anger.

      “You’re gonna have to get over him!” I called after her, following.

      She headed on down to the beach. I followed a dozen steps behind her, my fingers now in my front pockets.

      Maybe this had been a stupid idea…

      I held back a bit more, to give her some space, and let her go on ahead alone and storm her anger out. She’d calm down soon.

      When I sauntered onto the beach a while after I’d seen her walk down there, I spotted her about two hundred yards on. She’d taken her shoes off and held them in her hand, and she was heading toward the ocean.

      The sand worked its way into my sneakers. I stopped and toed them off, then carried on, holding them in my hand. My feet sank in the warm sand. The air was way cooler than the sand. But the sun’s heat seeped into the ground while the breeze from the cold ocean stopped the air feeling so warm.

      Lindy was a silhouette in the distance, outlined by the waves rolling in.

      I hit the compact, flat, wet sand. It oozed under my feet. The tide was out, so I was still a long way off where she stood.

      When I caught her up, she was looking at the last ripples of the waves wash over her bare feet.

      She stepped back a couple of paces with a little run, dodging a higher one as I got near her.

      “Hey.”

      She walked into the ripples of a different low wave, ignoring me.

      She didn’t look angry anymore, just thoughtful, like not only had she walked away, but her mind had left me behind.

      That was my problem. She was on my mind constantly and I think I was hardly ever on hers. “Lind?”

      She glanced at me, her eyes really blue out here where the sky and ocean reflected in them.

      I gripped her arm gently, so she couldn’t run away from this again. “I’m sorry, but that’s it now. He’s never gonna come back to you. He’s got a new life. You’ve got to move on too.” I was glad she didn’t try to pull loose or look away. “I’ve got you away from there. You’ve got two weeks. But in these two weeks, Lind, you’ve got to let him go. For your sake, not his, or anyone else’s. Because you need to start your life over without Jason.”

      She didn’t answer.

      Shit. A wave rolled in, a lot bigger than the last. It washed right at us, sweeping up and swilling about our legs, over our jeans, coming over my knees and even higher. The water was freezing, like bathing in firckin’ ice.

      Lindy screamed, trying to rush backwards, but stumbling, just as I felt the ocean dragging the sand out from beneath my feet, sucking it away as the wave headed back out.

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