Pushing The Limits: Take Me On Part 13

"You're dating Haley Williams, plus you've got s.l.u.t of the month Jessica...well...s.l.u.tting up on you. Throw in a switched at birth storyline and bam, I'm thinking daytime Emmy for sure."

Abby pivots, walks backward and snags the s.h.i.+rt of some kid with bloodshot eyes. She drags him with her, forcing him to her level. "Unlike the rest of corporate America, I'm not into compet.i.tion. Last time I'm telling you, keep it off my block."

She releases him with a shove, then resumes walking forward. "Sorry, business negotiations. As I was saying, it's amazing no one's plugged a bullet into your head."

Abby's probably right. I pause outside the doorway to my cla.s.s and she, not surprisingly, joins me. "Why are you telling me this? We hate each other."

Her phone vibrates and she pulls it out, texting back instantaneously. "True. But I kinda like this fairy G.o.dmother, guardian angel bulls.h.i.+t, plus oddly enough I believe in karma. One last tidbit for the day before I return to mild-mannered drug dealer."

I hold out my arms. "Lay it on me."

Pus.h.i.+ng Send, she refocuses on me. "Watch Matt. He'll be gunning for you, but he'll wait to see what your weaknesses are before he does. Jax and Kaden have always been protective of Haley and I don't see that ending anytime soon, even if they are mad at her. Stay out of Isaiah's way. He's giving you a reprieve because your family kicked you out, but don't test his patience. With Rachel in pain, he's looking for an excuse to snap."

Abby turns to leave, but I stop her. "How did you know Dad kicked me out?"

"When it comes to my neighborhood there isn't much I don't know. I heard that an Escalade has been at the park every night, all night. Then I saw you in the bar." Abby shrugs. "I know kicked out and hungry when I see it."

"Does Rachel know?" I stop myself from asking if my parents appear upset.

"Your parents are holding their cards close to their chest. Isaiah's monitoring the situation because he doesn't want anyone to tell Rachel. It'll upset her."

The a.s.shole has gained some of my respect. "Thanks. Can you keep it to yourself that I'm a Young?"

Abby rolls her neck. "Does Jessica know?"

"Yeah."

"Then it doesn't matter if I keep my mouth shut. Jessica doesn't shut hers and, yes, I mean that in every way possible."

"I'll take care of Jessica. Will you keep it to yourself?"

"What, you're so much better than this school that you can't tell the truth?"

This from the self-proclaimed liar. "Being a Young here will create problems. Don't Haley and I have enough of those?"

"And the boy has a point. I'll keep your dirty secret...for Haley." Abby releases a smile that causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end. "But now you'll owe me a debt. Toodles."

I just made a deal with the devil.

Haley My legs are Jell-O. Actually, Jell-O is st.u.r.dier than I am. This is my fourth morning training at the gym and tonight I have to start training West.

This morning, I ran and ran and ran. Then I began on the sit-ups and push-ups. I crave a nap, a hot bath, then another nap. I fold my arms on my desk and rest my head on the makes.h.i.+ft pillow. A tension stretches across my shoulder blades. I worked out on the bags this morning. Tomorrow, the muscles in my back are going to be begging for death.

"Haley." It's a low whisper that has to be one of those strange illusions during that semiawake, semidreaming state.

"Haley!"

My seat jerks beneath me when my head pops up. It's not that the voice was loud this time, but it's a shock when Marissa says anything louder than a whisper. Next to the two-seater science desk we share for Biology II, Marissa holds her books tight to her chest. "We need to talk."

"Okay." I rub my eyes and wait for her to sit, but she doesn't. She remains standing, edging her books closer to her chin as if she's contemplating hiding her face.

"What's up?" I ask.

She glances to the left, to the right, then to the left again, like she's preparing to cross the street, then leans toward me. "Jessica came on to West in the hall this morning. She touched him...and everything and well...he didn't leave."

The unsaid "everything" would include b.r.e.a.s.t.s pushed out against any available male body part. Jessica likes to play with the male species. Sort of like how black widow spiders snack on their mates.

"Well, c.r.a.p!" Half of the room turns and stares at me. The surge of anger is a shock and I'm not sure why I'm mad. It's not like West is my boyfriend, but he's supposed to be acting like my boyfriend and she's supposed to be my friend and...and...

West enters the room. The moment our eyes meet, I look away. Jessica hit on him, which means he probably hit on her back. She's pretty and forward and guys fall all over themselves so they can be near her and I'm...me.

I slouch in my seat, a hurricane combination of ticked off and hurt and confused.

If he's smart, he'll stay away.

If he's smart, he'll come over here and apologize for fake cheating on me.

Either way, I want to punch him and Jessica in the jaw.

Maybe I should rethink my stance on sparring.

"I've been looking for you." I shut my eyes at the sound of West's deep voice. b.u.t.terflies have a field day in my stomach. He's not my boyfriend. He's a friend-a complication-and he's probably kissed Jessica. b.u.t.terflies are not allowed.

"Marissa, do you mind if I sit here today?" he asks.

"No!" I open my eyes and Marissa is MIA. For real? Are all my friends abandoning me? First Jessica makes a move on West; then Marissa flees at one request.

The chair beside me sc.r.a.pes against the floor and the heat of his body caresses my left side as he takes a seat. If I inched my arm over a tad, I bet we'd be touching.

Jessica walks into the room and frowns. Warm, heavy fingers lace with mine on top of the desk and the heart that had picked up speed moments before is now supersonic.

I study our joined hands on the table and I have to admit I like the image. My fingers are dwarfed compared to his. At school, I've always been the fighter-the girl who's not really feminine-but against West's masculine hands, my fingers appear slim, graceful even.

And if I'm going to daydream for a sec, I might as well concede that I like the tingle in my blood. The skin of his fingers is rough but not sandpaper. Strong but not weighted. And warm. Very, very warm. If our entwined hands create such bliss, I wonder if his lips against mine would cause fireworks.

"Your friend Jessica is a piece of work," he mutters and I pull out of my daydream.

Cautiously, I peek at him from the corner of my eye. I've seen Jessica work guys over before. Did West fall for it? "Rumor has it she's been extremely friendly with you and not a friend to me."

"d.a.m.n, word here spreads fast. Do you guys have a text gossip notification system? If so, I need to warn the other guys she's willing to molest anything with two legs and a d.i.c.k. There's something wrong with her. She doesn't understand no."

I giggle and let my fingers relax in his though I don't understand why he's touching me. We've been pulling off "together" without PDA.

"Maybe she's testing you. You know, to see if you're really into me." Maybe, but probably not. The way Jessica stares death daggers over her shoulder tells me she's not happy. Over what, I'm not sure. I'm a.s.suming it's because I've pretend scored a guy she wants.

He surveys the room. "Anyone else I should be aware of?"

"Probably everyone." I'm not much compet.i.tion when it comes to keeping a guy as gorgeous as West. Even though we would never work. Even though I shouldn't want us to work.

The warning bell rings and Marissa chooses a seat in the back next to a hot guy. My lips curve up. Go, Marissa. Though the guy would probably notice her more if her face wasn't glued to the inside of a book.

I rock our knotted hands on the table. "What's with the hand-holding?"

A smile erupts on West's face that transforms me into gooey brownies fresh out of the oven. "Besides the fact if I don't your fingers will fall off from frostbite?"

"Ha, ha, ha." My cheeks warm. "Besides that."

His glorious smile fades, leaving me empty. "We're in science. Consider it an experiment."

"On what?"

He turns his attention to the front of the room. Matt walks in and the pure menace radiating from his glare causes me to yank away from our joined grip, except West doesn't give. In fact, he holds on tighter. "On that."

West "Why are we sitting here?" Haley slams her lunch tray on the table and sinks into the chair across from me. Still p.i.s.sed at our show of hand-holding during science, she stabs her fork into the chicken patty. I chuckle. I don't need much of an imagination to guess what part of my anatomy she'd like to stick that fork into.

"Consider it a continuation of my science experiment." I chose a solo table in the back for the two of us under the half-broken florescent light. It could be romantic, if I did romantic and we were an actual couple.

"By baiting the tiger? Really, West? Why don't you pull out fresh meat, smack Matt on the nose a few times, then open the door to his cage? It's like you want to cause problems."

"Are we having our first fight as a couple?"

Her mouth twitches. "Yes."

"Do you still have feelings for him?" I hold my breath while she answers, but try to act like I don't care. Which I shouldn't. We're only faking a relations.h.i.+p.

"No," she answers immediately. "Matt and I have history. I was young and stupid and now we have history. History that will never, ever be repeated."

Satisfied, I settle into my seat. "Then why do you care if I bait him?"

"Because I like you enough that it would suck if you died."

"I can take Matt."

No response from Haley and I push down the urge to rattle her. What do I have to do to prove I'm capable?

I shove a forkful of corn into my mouth. Haley plays with hers and I can tell her mind is a million miles away. This morning, Jessica easily dismissed her and what has also been a shock is the way guys walk by her without noticing her existence. Haley's gorgeous with all that sandy-brown hair and dark eyes that promise long nights full of kisses and laughter.

Maybe that's what happens if you go to school with someone since birth and you only recognize them by their label. How many girls have I wrongfully overlooked at my old school?

Haley's eyes meet mine. She slowly glances over her shoulder, then back at me. "What?"

"What what?"

She kicks my s.h.i.+n underneath the table and I laugh as I shake off the sting. "You're hot and I like looking."

Haley turns an adorable shade of red and she traces a make-believe line in her corn. Thinking of how Rachel hates to be embarra.s.sed, I offer Haley an out. "What type of tournament am I facing? Knife throwing? Quilt making? Dueling pistols at sunrise?"

"Mixed martial arts."

I scratch my chin. Now I understand why Haley didn't want to discuss this in front of anyone else. If I had been thinking straight, I would have forced her to eat lunch at a separate table days ago, but my head's been jacked up as I contemplated my own problem: the forecasted temperature plummet tonight.

I had hoped for boxing, but I had doubts it would be that easy. Not that boxing is easy, but MMA is a whole other animal. It's the best of the best. The ultimate bada.s.s contest. It's not just discovering who is the better man in boxing, but who's the better man in boxing, jujitsu, Muay Thai, grappling and whatever the h.e.l.l else combat fighting thrown in for good measure.

"Cage and all?" I ask.

"Cage and all," she echoes. After a second, she peers at me from under those long dark eyelashes. Does she curl them or do they naturally have that s.e.xy wave? "You don't have to do this. You could transfer to another school."

"How?" I snap. "My dad threw me out. I doubt he'd sign the transfer papers."

Haley's face falls and she drops her fork onto her plate. "That was awful of me to say-"

"Stop. I didn't mean it that way." I didn't mean to upset her.

"If being stuck at this school is the reason why you're taking this on, then I'll figure out another way to fix this. Give me the weekend, I'll think of something-"

"Haley, I'm in this and it's not because I'm stuck at Eastwick."

She opens her mouth to protest, but I cut her off. "I'm in this."

"You never listen to reason, do you?"

"I listen to any reasoning that makes sense and yours doesn't."

"Impossible," she mutters. After several beats she continues, "My grandfather owns a small gym in the industrial park. He's given me permission to train you there. I get off at eight tonight, so I thought we could meet up at nine."

Wow. Lots of things going on in that statement. I fork my own patty, then cut it up into pieces. "Where do you work?"

"I'm a waitress at Romeo's Pizza. Sorry. I should have asked about your work schedule."

"It's all right. I didn't have one until Tuesday." Benefit of being a trust fund baby-work was optional. Funny, I thought of college, but I had never thought of supporting myself.

"Oh." She lowers her gaze. Regret heats my neck. I bet every guy she knows has had a job since they were sixteen. In her eyes, that makes me the unemployed loser who lives in his mom's bas.e.m.e.nt and b.u.ms rides off friends. Worse, she's aware I don't have a bas.e.m.e.nt to live in. And here I thought Dad was the only one I unimpressed.

"My hours are after school and flexible." At least that's what Denny said. "How do you get around?" That's called changing the subject.

"City bus." Haley's voice becomes m.u.f.fled as she talks into her cup before she drinks.

City bus. Something clicks and I edge my tray away. I've got half a tank left in my car and the remaining cash I have, I need for food. I get paid next week, but I won't be breaking bank. Now Haley's supposed to be training me and I don't have money for the gym or the equipment. My fist clenches and this overwhelming urge to hit something-someone, anything-rages through my veins.

A hand folds over mine and my eyes jerk to Haley's.

"You okay?" she asks.

"Yeah." I suck in a breath. "No. I'm f.u.c.ked."

"Are you running out of places to stay?"

I nod, unable to admit I lied to her earlier in the week about where I've been sleeping.