Every Day has a Memory

Chapter 2

Obviously she still believed I was in on it. Despite anything I tried to say to her.

Even now, she curled into the passenger seat, her eyes locked forward on the storm clouds outside the window, arms folded tight across her chest. There was no way in hell that I was going to break her walls-not yet, anyway.

I had to clear my throat to break the awkwardness within the confines of the car before I spoke. "So..." I started. "You hungry?"

"Sure."

"What do you feel like?"

She gave a nonchalant shrug, dragging her eyes-at a torturous pace-away from the windshield. "I don't know," she said, locking her piercing gaze on me. "What do fat girls eat?"

I nearly stalled the car, having shifted the gear-shift from second into fourth, instead of third, out of pure shock that she had even said that. This girl was crazy. "What?" I was still trying to gather my bearings, all the while trying to get the car moving again.

Stupid manual cars.

I swore. "Jesus Christ, Fisher," I snapped, furiously attempting to shift the gears into the right order again, pulling the car into the parking lot outside Forum North, harder than necessary.

But come on. This girl was purposely making me feel like an ass because she was still pissed off at me. She really needed to get a fucking grip.

I jerked the handbrake-until it was probably impossible to push it down again-and whipped my head around to face her. "When are you going to let this go?" I could feel the heat creeping on my cheeks.

She rolled her brown eyes, a bold and somehow attractive gesture. "Whatever. So this 'date' that we're on... it wasn't a con?" Tamsyn snorted, not believing it. "Yeah. Right. That's a funny one-did you and Tennan think that up all on your own?" She unbuckled her seatbelt and all but launched herself out of the car-but not before telling me to go fuck myself.

Jesus. I had screwed up now. She was never going to forgive me. This wasn't even a date!

Was it?

Was this a date? Hell, I wouldn't mind if we were on a date, but I didn't imagine this was how a date with this girl would go...

I hurried out of the car behind her. "Tamsyn, stop!" I yelled, slamming the car door shut. "You're being a fucking idiot. Stop it." It was like she couldn't hear me-and I knew she could hear me-because she wasn't stopping, just continued to stride onward like I wasn't yelling at her to stop.

Maybe I should try a different approach?

Ha. Like she'd listen. "Tamsyn," I softened my tone and slowed my walk. "Stop, please. Let me explain." I followed my own commands and stopped in my tracks.

"There's not really a hell of a lot to explain, Kennedy. You were dared, right?" she asked over her shoulder, tugging her jacket higher toward her ears.

"I don't play games." Okay... That wasn't entirely true, in Tamsyn's sense, I guess. She would see me as the guy who went through girls like they were going out of fashion, I'm sure. A player.

I guess that didn't help my argument.

But that little statement of mine got her to spin around so fast, that I hadn't been able to mentally process that she'd come closer-just out of reach of being able to touch. "You are such a fake!" she exclaimed. "You don't play games?" She scoffed at me. "What a joke!" She threw her fist against my chest.

My defence started rising again. "You don't even know me!" I barked. Just to make matters worse, water started to rain from the sky, lightly at first before falling in heavier sleet. "Damn it." This sucked. I knew I should've just listened to Alicia-"Leave her alone, Micah. She's a nice girl, you don't need to hurt her"-but I wanted this girl to know that I wasn't a part of that shit.