Silverlake

Chapter Four

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We were the last two people on the field before either of us said anything.

He spoke first. "Reese."

"We need to talk."

"I got that from the way you stormed on to my field." He shifted his weight to the front of his feet, almost into an aggressive stance.

"Your field?" Despite everything, I laughed. He stared at me for the second time today like I was crazy.

He rolled his eyes, "Yes, my field. What do you want?" I took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to ask him.

"Can we go somewhere?"

"I'll meet you at your car."

"Wait, how did you-?" He didn't answer. He only ran a hand through his hair and turned his back on me, stalking back to the locker room.

"Okay..." I turned back the way I had came to head to the parking lot.

A couple cars were scattered throughout the student parking lot, mostly big loud trucks, no doubt owned by most of the football players. I spotted my car where I'd left it, the second row seemed like an inconspicuous spot at first, but now, my white Volvo stuck right out. My dad was right, it definitely was a girl car.

I threw my phone onto the passenger seat and then leaned back against the door watching the field. He was one of the first ones back to the parking lot. He had the same look on his face that he had when he was talking to that girl in class. I had coined it the Popular Guy look last year, and he wore it perfectly. It suited him. The one hand that was always ready to run through their perfect hair, the eyes that sparkled with passion, but at the same time were cold and distant, not to mention their lips, always cocky, whether it be smiling or pouting, they were always sure of themselves. The kind of look that you couldn't help falling for. God, he was cute. God, that wasn't at all what I came here for.

I turned back towards my car quickly, suddenly fascinated by the windows. My hand absentmindedly traced over my shirt above my tattoo.

"What did you want to talk about?" I jumped, making him laugh.

"Here?" He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Where else, Reese?"

"Fine. I want to know what's going on."

"We all want things." He crossed his arms over his chest. He stood apart from me, keeping his distance, but if anyone was intimidated, it was me.

"What does this mean?" I pulled my shirt down so it hung on my shoulder and exposed my tattoo.

"Shit." He stepped closer to me, swatting away my hand and tracing over the triangle with his finger. "This wasn't supposed to happen yet."

I yanked my shirt up. "Excuse me?"

"God, Reese. Like you don't know."

My tattoo was hot from where he had touched it. My fists shook, and I knew that if I didn't get a grip I was going to cry.

"What am I supposed to know, Tanner? I just got here. Today was my first day and already the school's popular boy has it out for me, and I someone tattooed me within the last twenty-four hours, and by the way, if I knew what was happening, I wouldn't have bothered coming to talk to you. You know what, just forget it." I turned my back on him and opened the driver's door. He slammed it shut. His other hand hit the top of the car.

"Damn it. Damn it. You really don't know?"

"No." My top lip quivered. I focused on keeping my breathing even and not letting the tears spill over.

"Don't do that," his voice was softer now, "I'll tell you everything, okay? Just not tonight."

"When?"

"Soon." With that, he turned and walked away.

I got in my car, slamming the door roughly. I fumbled with the key, trying to fit it into the car, but my hand was shaking too hard, and my vision was blurring with tears. I finally controlled myself enough to stop sobbing. When I looked up, I saw Tanner's truck pulling away, and I swear I saw him crying too.

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