Alive (Mended Hearts #1) Read Free Page B

asks. Staring into his hypnotizing eyes, I can’t even remember what he just said. I’m sure they have powers, as I seem to be turning into a fourteen year old girl who’s just discovered boys for the first time.
    “O-o- kaay...” I stutter. Turning to ask the cashier for another one, my brain registers what he just said. What did he just do to me to make me forget? He isn’t getting off the hook that easily. Making sure not to look into his hypnotizing eyes, I say, “No, actually, it’s not okay. I can buy my own drink, thank you very much, though I wouldn’t have to if you were watching where you were going! And for the record, as you put it, you could clearly see I was bent over picking something up off of the sidewalk. Now, if you didn’t have your head shoved so far up your ass, you would notice this, wouldn’t you? Actually, don’t answer that. Of course you wouldn’t. Please, just go away. You’ve done enough damage today already.” Shaking my head, I decide that I can’t even be bothered to wait for another coffee. Seeing that Chloe is still talking to some guy, I walk over to her and tell her that I’m going to go back to the dorms to unpack. She doesn’t say anything, just raises her eyebrows in question, but I slowly shake my head. I know I’m off the hook for now, but later, I will have to explain everything.
     
    Jesse
     
    I love California. There is no place else in America that I would rather be, which is why I chose to go to college in my home town. At least this way, I will have all of my friends here with me, and I can go home every night without having to sleep in a crowded dorm room. Another plus is that I know all of the easy girls around campus. I’m not going to lie- I’m a bit of a man whore, but at least I let the girls know that I’m not looking for a relationship when we hook up. They know the score before they sleep with me, so I guess that makes them as bad as me. Oh well, that’s their choice.
    College starts up again on Monday , but Coach needed me today to help with the tryouts. So here I am, Friday afternoon, and it sucks ass. I could be out surfing the waves all day, but instead, I have to not only do demonstrations but watch the potential players in the scorching heat. I guess that’s what I get for being captain of the football team. I’m a sophomore here at CSUF on a full football scholarship. I’m determined to be someone and do well in life to prove to my mom that I’m nothing like my pathetic excuse of a father.
    Leaving my house, I hop on my baby, my Ducati. No one is allowed to ride her except me. Not even my friends go near her. They know better. I bought her cheap and done her up by myself while working over the last year because I’m a mechanic on the side of college. See, the logic behind it was that chicks dig motorbikes, especially a good looking guy with muscles and tattoos riding one. It was a win-win situation!
    After s tarting the engine, I floor it and cruise down the road at 80mph. I love feeling the breeze run through my hair and the thrill of riding my baby fast down winding roads.
    Driving past the beach , I look at the ocean. Man, it’s a perfect day for surfing. I feel like turning my bike around, going home, getting my wetsuit and board, and saying fuck football tryouts! I know, though, that Coach will kick me off the team faster than I can say surfing. Coach Burns is a mean, old, no-nonsense bastard, but he is the best coach we could have. We didn’t lose a single game last season, and we don’t expect to lose this year.
    I pull into the parking lot, jump off my bike, and a release a sigh. Looking around, I don’t see Brandon’s car. I pull out my cell phone and send him a text, asking him where the hell he is. That boy is always late. However, Brandon is like a brother to me, and he has been there for me during the hard times in my life and helped pull me through them. I don’t know what I would do without him, as feminine as that