Love Blind by C. Desir Read Free Book Online

is good, sentimental stuff, Kyle. You should be more appreciative.”
    Mostly I wanted him in the damn shoes. They screamed Kyle. That color of green wasn’t easy to find, and I’d had to beg the moms, telling them I was righting a wrong from my horrible night of mistakes and misfortunes, before they let me out of the house. Sadly, it hadn’t been alone.
    â€œUm . . .” His head still bent forward so far I couldn’t see his eyes.
    â€œI shopped with two moms for you. My very pissed two moms.” Ungrateful. Seriously. His shoes could have been washed. They didn’t need to be replaced . Why couldn’t he see I was being nice?
    â€œOh.”
    â€œI get your whole blending thing, but maybe now you could sort of cheat and put ‘Wearing bright shoes’ on your fear list, and then you can get the high from crossing it off a minute later. Not every fear needs to be a huge one, you know?” I even waggled my brows for him, trying to get a reaction. And I knew I was probably sitting too close for whatever football-stadium-size comfort zone he had, but still. There was something fascinating about Kyle’s disturbing silence, and I wantedhim to talk. Give me clues as to what made him Kyle. “ ’Cause I know you wanna do it with me . . .”
    â€œWhat?” He blushed. A bright-pink-cheeks-on-pale-skin kind of blush that made me realize I’d just innuendoed him.
    I grinned. “The list , Kyle. Do the list .”
    I’d never convinced Tess or Mira, but at least they knew about my list. Kyle had to be desperate enough for friends that he’d join me. Or maybe he was a more hard-core loner than I’d given him credit for, which was fascinating in its own way.
    â€œKyle! I bought you new frickin’ shoes. You drove me home, for shit’s sake! I told you about my list! Like it or not, we’re friends. Put on the damn shoes, and I’ll see you later.” I shoved them onto his lap and took off.
    I sucked at finding non-annoying friends.
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    â€œHailey! What the hell? I called you all weekend.” Tess walked toward me, boots clomping, mouth in a scowl, and I knew I was screwed. Her short black hair stuck out on all sides today. Probably on purpose, but it was hard to tell with her. She had no problems rolling out of bed, putting on black, adding to the one- or three-day-old eyeliner, and coming to school.
    In the whole Kyle/puke/shoe/car mess, I forgot to call. Or text. And the moms actually laughed when I asked if I could keep my phone.
    â€œI got busted, and if you hadn’t taken off under the arm ofthat random guy, you would have known where I was.” Arguing back was better than telling her I screwed up and should have called.
    â€œI did know where you were. You were grinding with the bouncer guy, who was way hot. . . .” A small smile escaped before she found her pissed face again. Tess didn’t just dress emo. She was emo. “And then you bailed !”
    â€œYou know I can’t see well when it’s dark like that. I had to be home at eleven, and when I found the bathroom, it was already after curfew. I didn’t have time to find you. If you didn’t need to wear black all the time, I might have been able to pick you out of the crowd.” I knew that harassing her about her clothes was probably not the thing to do, but once I was on a roll, I kept on running. One of the perks/hazards of being me.
    â€œYou didn’t have time to not find me. How the hell did you get home?” Tess’s irritated voice always cracked me up, because she might dress like a bitch, but there was nothing she could do about her kitten voice. Mad Tess usually made me laugh, and that didn’t always end well.
    â€œI puked on Kyle’s shoes, and he took me home.” That was the easy version, anyway.
    â€œShit. I bet your moms were pissed.” Tess sat