Half-glass full and cynical Calista Dames can sketch out her life in a series of plans, predictions and preparations. She's the girl who knows what she's doing and where she's going, the girl with all the questions answered, the girl with a foundati...
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Chapter 11
One In A Million
"Wait, you guys know each other?" Astrid was looking back and forth between the both of us while words failed to produce from our mouths. We were just staring at each other, shock inundating every sense of emotion.
For a long three minutes, I was stunned silent by the one in a million chance I would find him again, much less here, much less in this lifestyle, and I wasted no time drinking every inch of him. He still sort of looked the same. Only his light brown hair was longer, curling around his ears. But everything else was the same: the thunderous crackle of thunderstorms in his stare, framed by thick lashes, almost too thick to be masculine; the sprinkling of freckles across his nose; the way one of his bottom teeth was slightly turned, a reminder that he wasn't perfect and the way his lips were so red they look bloodied.
"Yeah," I cleared my throat awkwardly. My voice was croaky and weird from the heat. "We- uh- we met-"
"Twice," Flynn answered for me. "Once in Los Angeles, and another time at that party in Brooklyn..."
I nodded. "Yeah...we, um, we...met." I finished lamely. "This is Flynn."
"So this is Flynn." Astrid's arched eyebrows almost disappeared into her shaggy fringe.
Flynn's mouth quirked up. His voice was husky with amusement. "What do you mean?"
Astrid had an excellent poker face, thank God. Or not I would've smite her right there. "Nothing," she said quickly. "Look, um, our car died. Do you think you can help us?"
Flynn walked over to our car. He peered inside. "Have you tried calling-"
"Closed on Sundays," I said automatically. "The nearest repair store is at this small ass town and it's closed today."
"Not your luck, huh?" Flynn chuckled.
I nodded again, rather sheepishly. I still couldn't believe he was right here, right in front of me. It felt like a weird dream, like he was a manifestation conjured up by my mind, and I was in this strange loopy haze of fake reality because of the sheer humidity. Stop staring like an idiot, I wanted to scream at myself. Even if it was Flynn, the boy who refused to stop staying within the dredges of my mind after that crazy night eight months ago, I didn't want to seem all flustered and unsure of myself- because that wasn't who I am. I wasn't the girl who fell apart in front of boys, I wasn't the girl who never knew what to say. Instead, I was always the girl who had too much to say.
"Yeah, life sucks, huh?" I reverted to more of my old charming, cynical self. "Do you think you can give us a jump start?"
"I would but we don't have any cables with us. I'm so sorry." Flynn shrugged apologetically.
"Fuck," Astrid groaned. She looked at me, as if I was the bearer of solutions. "What do we do now?"
I was just as frustrated. "I don't know, okay? Let's just...I don't know try to get the closest help."
