Redheads are Soulless by Heather M. White Read Free Book Online

back,” I said before heading towards the bathroom down the hall.
    Once in the bathroom , I brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a ponytail. My curls were still intact, which surprised me, so my hair actually looked good . After putting on my clean clothes, I quickly walked back to my room.
    “Ready?” I asked Jason. He was standing by my nightstand, holding the picture of my dad and me. I cleared my throat. “That was my dad.”
    “What happened to him?” he asked, genuinely concerned.
    I could feel the tears that threatened to escape. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”
    He put the picture down, and walked towards me, giving me a hug. I allowed him to comfort me in that moment. It felt nice to be embraced .
    Since my dad’s death, nobody had ever comforted me, not really. My mom abandoned ship, and I was left alone. I was scared. I wanted my mom to be there for me, but she wasn’t. It was like she couldn’t stand the sight of her own daughter.
    I took a step back. “I’m sorry.” I wiped the fresh tears from my eyes. “I’m ready to go.”
    Jason grabbed my hand as we walked out of the house. I shut the door softly so I wouldn’t wake up my mom. He once again opened the car door for me. I liked being treated like this – he made me feel special.
    Once we were on the road, Jason reached for my hand . I let him hold it. I loved the butterflies that came to my stomach whenever we touched.
    I couldn’t understand why he liked me so much. There was nothing special about me… I’m tall and scrawny – 5’9”, and barely over 100 pounds. My skin is pale, even during the summer months. I couldn’t get a tan, even if I wanted one. It’s true what they say about redheads not being able to tan. I burn easily. My face has a few freckles, spread from my cheeks and across my nose.
    Jason on the other hand looks like a freaking Greek god. He has this natural tan, and muscular arms . He definitely does not have the body of a 17 year old boy. I assumed under his shirt he had a six pack, but I had yet to see him with his shirt off .
    My heart beat erotically at the thought of seeing Jason with his shirt off. I took a deep breath to calm myself down .
    “ Do you feel sorry for me ?” I asked.
    He seemed caught off guard by my question. “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, why are you trying so hard to be my friend ?”
    He shook his head. “I’m not trying to be your friend.”
    “Then what is this?”
    He gave me a sideways smile. “I want to be more than just your friend,” he said seductively. My heart once again started to beat in a n erratic rhythm . I cleared my throat, pretending to be unaffected by him. His smile told me I didn’t hide it very well.
    Just breathe, Sofie, I reminded myself.
    “Why are you trying to pretend that I don’t affect you? Why are you trying so hard to push me away?” He glanced over at me for a second before looking at the road again.
    I didn’t have an answer for that.
    “I like being with you,” he admitted.
    I could no longer hide my smile.
    “You have a beautiful smile. It’s radiant, and lights up the whole room,” he complimented me. “It’s so genuine – your eyes sparkle when you’re truly happy.”
    “I don’t get what you see in me that is so great.” I bit my bottom lip .
    “I see you, Sof. Everything about you is great.” He pulled my hand up to his mouth and kissed it. My hand tingling as he pulled it back down. “I like you, a lot.”
    “I like you, too,” I admitted shyly.
    “I know you do.” He smiled at my confession.
    “How do you know?”
    “You look at me different ly than you look at everybody else.”
    “Oh really?” I asked. “How do I look at you?”
    “Like I’m your dream come true.” His words made me blush. I didn’t mean to look at him like that. “And last night, when you were so upset, instead of pushing me away, you actually let me comfort you. I think that I am the first person since your dad’s death