My Soul To Keep. Rachel Vincent
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Название: My Soul To Keep
Автор: Rachel Vincent
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Детская проза
isbn: 9781408935071
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“Here, let me get the balloon before you go.” Nash glanced around the lot to make sure no one was within hearing range as he unzipped his nearly empty backpack.
“Why don’t you just come over and get it tonight?” I said, reaching to open the driver’s door.
Nash frowned. “Has your dad checked out the loaner yet?”
“No. He passed out right after dinner last night.”
“So what if he gets off early today and decides to take a look? You want him to find that in your car?”
“He’s not gonna search the trunk, Nash.”
His gaze hardened. “Just give me the balloon, Kaylee,” he snapped.
I stepped back, surprised. “What’s wrong with you? You’re being a dick.” And whatever was wrong with him was about more than a couple of strung out friends. It had to be.
Nash sighed and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry. I just don’t want you driving around with that in your car. Please let me take care of it, so I won’t have to worry about you.”
“Fine.” It was not fine, but I didn’t want to argue. Again. “Give me your bag.” I rounded the car and opened the trunk, standing ready in case the weighted balloon somehow rose and escaped. It did not. Instead of handing me his bag, Nash leaned into the trunk with it and shoved the balloon inside, then zipped it before anyone could see what he was doing. “Don’t get caught with that,” I warned. None of the teachers would know what it was, but anyone who’d seen Scott’s meltdown might. “And don’t forget to put his key back.”
He grinned, good mood intact once again. “I’m a big boy.”
“I know.” But on the drive to work with Emma, all I could think about was Nash walking around with a balloon full of Demon’s Breath in his backpack, where anyone might find it.
So after a later-than-expected shift at the Cinemark, I called him as I was getting ready for bed—I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I knew he’d safely disposed of the balloon. He assured me he had given it to Tod, and we talked for about half an hour, until my dad knocked on my door and told me to hang up and go to sleep.
Rolling my eyes, I said good-night to Nash and turned off my lamp. But even once I’d curled up with one leg tossed over my extra pillow, I couldn’t stop the slideshow playing behind my eyes.
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