Burned 2 by S.C. Rosemary, S.N. Hawke Read Free Book Online Page A

also sounded wiser, like a chanting oracle in the ancient tribe. “I see it on your face. You are all over that playboy. Leave him! Or you will end up like me.”
    “Some girls dream to be like you and boys fight to be with you,” I tried to made it sound funny. I couldn’t handle the desperation in the room. But I really didn’t want to end up like Vicky. I didn’t want to be drunk and mad and crying on the floor. My Dad wouldn’t want to see me like this. He wanted me to have a boyfriend and be happy. But I was not happy, at least not now. Why? What was happening?
    “Boys are bears. They like honey. I have a honey shack,” she pointed down, laughing and walked toward her bed.
    “I don’t think Ethan is after my honey,” I said hopefully. To be honest I really didn’t know what he really want from me. I felt like I had nothing to offer to someone so perfect like him. He had the look, intelligence, super rich family and a bright future. What could I possibly give him that other more gorgeous girls couldn’t? At least they were more experienced with kissing.
    Ah! The kiss! Thinking about it made my knee weak. But I was also worried that I messed it up somehow and Ethan pull ed away from me because of it.
    “Ethan is not a bear,” Vicky said with her drunken voice. “He is a hunter,” she pointed at me. “You are his prey. A hunter is patient and devious,” she laid down on her bed. “If I were you, I run far far away.”
    “But what is he after?” I asked, not expecting Vicky to give me a sensible answer. She was about to pass out. I was lucky she did not puke all over our room.
    “I…” Vicky said something in a low voice and fell asleep. I stood there for another minute, waiting for an answer that never came.
     

Chapter 6
    I did not sleep well. I began to suspect that losing sleep was one of the side effects of having a boyfriend. Or maybe it was just Ethan. I had no sufficient data to tell.
    When I opened my eyes, Vicky was already in her look-at-me-I-am-the-hottest-gal-in-a-100-mile-radius outfit. She looked so confident and collected. I couldn’t believe she was the same drunk girl with heartbreaking tears washing down her make-up last night. I wondered if, beyond my expectation, there were more people were like that- had it all together on the outside but damaged and torn from the inside.
    “Vicky…” I said, sitting up from my bed.
    “Rise and shine!” Vicky raised her voice a bit too loudly. “I am heading out before you can say another word,” a thin veil of embarrassment surfaced on her face. She remembered last night and clearly wanted it gone from her memory.
    “Okay. Have fun,” I waved at her as she rushed out the door. I was unsettled to let her walked out without talking about her breakdown. She was not fine and I wanted to help. Maybe her issue was beyond my comprehension. I knew so little about dating and boys. Not much I read from the Classic could help the situation. Sometimes I realized I just couldn’t help everyone even if I wanted to-just like my Dad’s illness. I felt so helpless.
    The first thing I did was to check my phone for Ethan’s text.
    Nothing.
    “Still early,” I looked at the 8:15am on the clock. I was still worried about Ethan’s sudden withdrew last night. If he didn’t act so distant like that, I would be all dreamy and excited about my almost-perfect first kiss right now. Vicky’s drunken warning did not help either.
    Trying to calm myself down, I went to the student store to start my shift. Several boxes of new books arrived and I had the duty to put them up on the shelf. Sometimes I wished life was simple like this-just pick up the book and put it in the right shelf then everything would be in order. I enjoyed the serenity of this easy task for about two hours until I checked my cell phone again.
    Still nothing.
    I sighed and pressed on Ethan’s contact. “How are you? I hope your day is going well.” I sent the message. The sentence felt