Fated by Nicole Tetterton Read Free Book Online Page A

self-misery.
    I finally pull my body out from the covers at two and I find myself sitting on my balcony, after I changed into a clean pair of lounge wear with my cup of coffee in my hands.
    “Ah,” I scream as a stream of water comes over the edge of t he balcony railing, splashing me in the face, it’s freezing. I pick myself up as I look over the edge.
    “Hey,” I see Austin look to me grinning with a massive water gun in one hand, “I saw you sitting out here by yourself. What are you up to?”
    “Oh, you know, wallowing in my misery.” He laughs, and I notice that he has a drink in his other hand and I wonder if he is already drinking.
    “Nonsense, come hang out with me.” he says not asking me.
    “I’m not sure-,” he cuts me off.
    “I won’t take no for an answer. Come on if you don’t come over on your own free will I will come in there and drag you out.” He demands me.
    “What are you going to break in?” I retort.
    “No, Mar gave me a spare key… I’ll just use it. I’m sure she would understand.” He  shrugs.
    “Ugh,” I sound at him getting up off the chair, “I’m not putting on real clothes; I’m coming just as I am.”
    “I wouldn’t expect you any other way, get up.” He smiles.
    I walk out of my room just as I said I was going to, still in my black yoga pants and my white tank top; sliding flip flops as I walk to the back door. I open the glass door and meet up with him and he smiles.
    “You look lovely,” he says and it causes me to laugh.
    “Thank you, as do you.” for a moment I can’t take my eyes off of him, he is wearing a pair of work out shorts with a white T-shirt and a pair of sunglasses, I was sad that they were concealing his incredible eyes.
    “This way, my dear.” He says using the water gun to point me in the direction of his house. We walk up the back and into his open door and he closes it and then shows me into his ‘music room.’ I see the guitars sitting around the room and the enormous CD collection.
    “Still keeping CD’s?” I ask him.
    “Yeah, there’s just something about having the case. I have a few albums stacked around here somewhere.” He says as I thumb through the collection, finding something that interests me.
    “No. Fucking. Way.” I say holding up one CD. “1997 called they want their band back.”
    “Are you holding Limp Bizkit?” He asks, laughing.
    “Yup .” I smirk, secretly dying to listen to it.
    “Which one?”
    “ Three Dollar Bill Ya’ll,” I say smiling and walking over to the CD player that sits in the corner. I skip through the CD until I get to track nine. “Favorite song that they have ever done,” As the guitar to their cover of Faith encases the room and I look over to Austin who has started to laugh at me as I am sashaying and dancing over to him while singing the first verse at him, he’s smiling and I realize that this song might describe us, perfectly. When the chorus starts Austin jumps up from his chair and starts jumping around the room singing/screaming along with Fred Durst. As the second verse starts he begins singing it to me like I was doing with the first. And then we start in on the chorus again together, until he screams the words in the song and we go along screaming the words into one another’s face, I feel the need to then mimic the sound of the record being scratched on the table as Austin starts to play the air guitar around the room. The song finally ends and we erupt into laughter.
    As the secret track comes through I start to rap the whole thing into Austin’s face as he laughs at me but by the time that the song is fading from the stereo his face has become more serious as he is looking at me until the following song comes on and pulls us out of our daze.
    “Limp Bizkit, huh?” he says smirking to me.
    “What we all have guilty pleasures?” I say looking back at his CD collection, “Plus I’m not the one that owns the CD.”
    “Yeah, Yeah,” he smiles. We sit