I wasn’t expecting that. Not for on

I wasn’t expecting that. Not for one minute did I think Jax would still be in town.
I hurried to the other side of the street, locked in a weird daze as Chevelle pounded in my ears. Turning around, I watched his Mustang just sit there.
What was he doing?
Finally he revved the engine and cruised past slowly, car after car, all tricked out, following in his wake.
My dry tongue suddenly felt like a scrub brush in my mouth. More cars zoomed by me, blowing my short skirt across my thighs, and I felt as if I’d gotten caught in the middle of a damn parade.
What the hell was this?
Some of the vehicles I recognized. Since Liam, Jared, and Tate all used to race at the Loop, I’d learned at least a few things. Like Jax’s car was a Mustang, and I knew it was still Jax’s car, because I noticed his license plate still read NATIVE on it. The car behind it was Sam’s, a guy who graduated with me. It was a Dodge Challenger, but I had no clue what year. There was another Mustang, a Chevy SS, and a couple of older Fords and Pontiacs.
And then there were some very out-of-place ones.
Subarus? Hyundais? Was that a MINI Cooper?
Jax’s brother, Jared, would rather eat his own tongue than be seen with these cars. And they were all pimped out, too, with weird paint and huge spoilers on the back.
Wow.
But there were a shitload of them. I just stood there, staring, as car after car roared past me, all of them making their own distinct sounds as their engines sent vibrations down to the pavement at my feet, and up my body, making my belly hum.
I clenched my thighs and winced, disgusted with myself.
I was not wet.
No.
But I was. I was so completely turned on that I couldn’t remember the last time my body had burned like this.
I looked over once more, watching Jaxon Trent’s Mustang round the corner and disappear.
I spent the next few hours trying to keep as busy as possible. No friends, no car, not a lot of money, and I was restless as hell. And idle hands were the devil’s plaything.
Boredom was the root of all trouble, and apparently trouble was still living right next door.
What the hell was wrong with me? I hadn’t even seen the guy yet. He hadn’t even stepped out of his car, and all my brain wanted to do was wonder about him. Picture him. In his car. Dressed in black as he usually was. Touching me to that Chevelle song. What did he look like now?
When I finally got home, I changed into workout clothes and went to the gym, determined to kill some calories in kickboxing class. And then I stayed in the sauna, hoping to drain myself of every sexual impulse I’d had today.
For the most part, it worked. I was breathing evenly now at least.
As soon as I got back to the house, I showered, slapped on a little makeup and dried my hair, and then picked through my clothes for some sweatpants and a tank top.
Until I saw some of Tate’s clothes still in the drawers.
I smiled, reaching in and snatching out a pair of cutoff jean shorts. I slid them on, loving the way they felt so comfortable and still looked cute as hell. They were baggy, hanging off my hip bones, but they weren’t too long or too short, either. Pulling on my pink tank top, I looked in the mirror, wondering what my mother would say. She thought cutoffs were sloppy, and although she liked Tate, she stressed that her music and her style were not to be duplicated.
But she wasn’t here, and if no one was going to see me, then no harm done.
I spent the rest of the night sprawled out on the living room floor, eating mac ’n’ cheese and poring over the files Principal Masters had given me. Although he’d given me lesson plans, I typed up some K.C.– friendly instructions of my own on my laptop, adding a couple of journal activities I loved doing in my own classes at college. Sessions would be Monday through Thursday from eight fifteen to noon, and tutoring would end mid-July. After that, my hundred hours would be complete, and I’d be free for the rest of the summer.
I’d been staring at the same sentence for about five minutes when I let my head fall back and closed my eyes, completely pissed off at the noise outside.
The raucous party next door had begun as a dull hum two hours ago, but now it was a hodgepodge of laughter, squeals, thunderous engines roaring in and out of the neighborhood, and constant explosions of music that felt as if bombs might actually be detonating under Tate’s house. I gritted my teeth together and grumbled to no one, “I can’t believe no one in the neighborhood complains about this.”
I shot off the area rug, heading for the windows in the dining room to take a look at what was going on, when I heard pounding on the front door.
“Juliet?” a singsong voice called. “What light through yonder window breaks?” The familiar words made my heart flutter, and I smiled.
“Romeo, Romeo,” I called, doing an about-face for the front door. “Wherefore art thou, Romeo?”
I yanked open the door, reached for my cousin Shane’s hand, and let her pull me into her body and then dip me backward so that my back arched and my hair caressed the hardwood floors.
She held me tight. “Your nose hairs need to be trimmed, cuz.”
I popped my head up. “Your breath smells like a dead person.”
She swooped me back up and plopped a kiss on my cheek before walking past me into the living room.
“How are you?” she asked, acting as if it hadn’t been a year since we’d seen each other.
“Peachy. You?”
“Nothing that a few drinks or a bullet to the head won’t cure.”
I hesitated as I watched her crash into the armchair and slouch. Even though we rarely saw each other since college had started, we talked at least once a week and over time her jokes made me more and more uncomfortable. Those little comments were pretty constant.
Shane was my only cousin, and since we were both our parents’ only children, we grew up close. I appreciated her way with words and her easy humor, but it still didn’t erase the suspicion that she was aching to leave home and spread her wings.
“Careful,” I warned. “I may actually start worrying about someone other than myself.”
“That would be new,” she teased, folding her hands over her stomach. “So … are you really okay, Juliet?”
She was the only person who called me by my real name—Juliet Adrian Carter. Everyone else called me K.C.
“I’m fine.” I nodded, sitting back down on the floor and spreading my legs around the laptop. “You?”
“Better now that you’re home.”
Shane graduated this year and would be off to college in California in the fall. But even there, she wouldn’t have much freedom. Her parents only agreed to pay the out-of-state tuition if she lived with her grandmother—on her father’s side—in San Francisco.
Shane was less than happy, but she rolled with it. Although I think she liked Shelburne Falls—she had lots of friends—she was looking for an environment that had more than a ten percent African-American population.
Her dad was black. He loved it here and from what I gathered, he was comfortable, but Shane craved more diversity, more culture, more everything.
She cleared her throat and leaned on her knees. “What are you doing?” The question sounded like an accusation.
I looked up into her stunning hazel eyes. “Getting ready for my community service. I’m tutoring incoming seniors this summer.”
“I heard.” She still stared at me as if she were confused. “I meant why the hell are you holed up in the house when for once in your life Liam or Sandra Fucking Carter doesn’t have you on a leash?”
“You know I love you,” I started, “but I have a nice, peaceful house and a vibrator upstairs. I’m good,” I joked. “Besides, do you really think I should go looking for trouble, Shane?”
“You won’t have to look far.” Her taunting voice sounded sexy. “Has it escaped your notice that a party has commenced next door?”
Ah. Now I got it. I looked at her attire, noticing the skintight black miniskirt and the white tank top. Unlike my tank, though, hers had sequins around the neckline and in one long strip down the front. With her café au lait skin, dark, straightened hair falling below her shoulder blades, and her legs that went on for days, she was stunningly beautiful.
I wondered if Jax ever noticed her, but I shook my head clear. I didn’t care.
“No, it hasn’t escaped my notice,” I mumbled. “I think the vibrations of the music are shaking the foundations of this house, actually.”
“Well, I’m going. And so are you.”
“No, I’m not.” I let out a bitter laugh and unwrapped a piece of spearmint gum, sticking it into my mouth. “Jax is trouble, and I have no desire to be over there.”
“Yes, you do. Everyone wants to be over there. And every girl gets along with Jax.”
I couldn’t help it. I looked up and shot her what I was sure was a nasty little scowl. But I quickly looked back down again. Images of Jax screwing those two girls a couple of years ago flashed through my mind, and I thought of everyone else he’d probably had since then, and I …
I fisted the gum wrapper.
Why did he affect me so much? Jaxon Trent was just a cocky kid who had liked to push my buttons in high school—but for some reason my damn body had more of a reaction to him than the boyfriend I’d had for five years. And even though I didn’t consider what he might or might not have been doing while I was gone, I damn well couldn’t stop thinking about it now.
Oh, Christ. I hope Shane had never slept with him.
I almost asked.
“Well, I don’t,” I grumbled. “Jax was always bad news. Does he even go to college?”
“To Clarke,” she answered quickly, and I blinked.
Clarke College?
It was local. Close enough for him to live in Shelburne Falls. But it was also private and had very high ratings for its academics. Shame warmed my cheeks for assuming he wasn’t college material. He was, and he was in a much better school than I attended.
“So he still lives next door year-round with Katherine?” I ventured.

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Aku tidak mengharapkan itu. Tidak selama satu menit Apakah saya pikir Jax akan tetap berada di kota.Aku bergegas ke sisi lain jalan, terkunci dalam keadaan linglung aneh seperti Chevelle ditumbuk di telingaku. Berbalik, aku menyaksikan Mustang nya hanya duduk di sana.Apa yang dia lakukan?Akhirnya ia revved mesin dan melaju melewati perlahan-lahan, mobil setelah Mobil, Semua ditipu, mengikuti di belakangnya.Lidah saya kering tiba-tiba merasa seperti sikat dalam mulutku. Lebih banyak mobil diperbesar oleh saya, meniup rok pendek saya di paha saya, dan saya merasa seolah-olah aku mendapat terjebak di parade sialan.Apa sih Apakah ini?Beberapa kendaraan saya diakui. Sejak Liam, Jared dan Tate semua digunakan untuk balapan di Loop, saya telah belajar setidaknya beberapa hal. Seperti Jax's mobil adalah Mustang, dan aku tahu itu masih Jax's Mobil, karena aku melihat pelat masih membaca asli di atasnya. Mobil di balik itu adalah Sam, seorang pria yang lulus dengan saya. Itu Dodge Challenger, tapi aku tidak tahu apa tahun. Ada lain Mustang, Chevy SS dan beberapa lebih tua Ford dan Pontiacs.Dan kemudian ada beberapa yang sangat out-of-tempat.Subarus? Hyundais? Itu MINI Cooper?JAX's saudara, Jared, melainkan akan makan lidahnya sendiri daripada dilihat dengan mobil-mobil ini. Dan mereka adalah semua pimped, juga, dengan cat aneh dan besar spoiler di belakang.Wow.Tapi ada shitload dari mereka. Aku hanya berdiri di sana, menatap, sebagai mobil setelah mobil raung melewati saya, semua dari mereka membuat suara mereka sendiri berbeda sebagai mesin mereka dikirim getaran ke trotoar di kakiku, dan tubuh saya, membuat saya hum perut.Aku mengepalkan paha saya dan meringis, muak dengan diriku sendiri.Aku tidak basah.WakakakTapi aku. Saya sehingga benar-benar berubah bahwa aku tidak bisa mengingat waktu terakhir tubuh saya telah membakar seperti ini.Aku melihat ke atas sekali lagi, menonton Jaxon Trent Mustang di tikungan dan menghilang.Saya menghabiskan beberapa jam berusaha untuk tetap sebagai sibuk sebagai mungkin. Tidak ada teman, tidak Mobil, tidak banyak uang, dan saya gelisah sebagai neraka. Dan tangan siaga mainan setan.Kebosanan adalah akar dari semua masalah, dan tampaknya masalah masih tinggal di sebelah.Apa sih yang salah dengan saya? Aku belum pernah melihat pria belum. Dia bahkan tidak melangkah keluar dari mobil, dan semua otak saya ingin lakukan adalah bertanya-tanya tentang dirinya. Gambar Nya. Dalam mobilnya. Berpakaian hitam karena ia biasanya. Menyentuh saya untuk lagu Chevelle itu. Apa Apakah dia terlihat seperti sekarang?Ketika saya akhirnya tiba di rumah, aku berubah menjadi pakaian olahraga dan pergi ke gym, bertekad untuk membunuh beberapa kalori dalam kelas kickboxing. Dan kemudian aku tinggal di sauna, berharap untuk mengalirkan diri dari setiap dorongan seksual yang aku punya hari ini.Untuk sebagian besar, itu bekerja. Saya adalah bernapas secara merata sekarang setidaknya.Segera setelah aku kembali ke rumah, saya mandi, menampar di sedikit make-up, rambut saya kering, dan kemudian mengambil melalui beberapa celana olahraga dan tank top pakaian saya.Sampai aku melihat beberapa Tate's pakaian masih dalam laci.Aku tersenyum, mencapai di dan menyambar keluar sepasang celana cutoff jean. Aku meluncur mereka pada, mencintai cara mereka merasa begitu nyaman dan masih tampak cute sebagai neraka. Mereka adalah longgar, menggantung tulang pinggul saya, tetapi mereka tidak terlalu panjang atau terlalu pendek, baik. Menarik tank top merah muda, aku melihat di cermin, bertanya-tanya apa yang akan dikatakan ibuku. Dia pikir celana pendek ceroboh, dan meskipun dia menyukai Tate, dia menekankan bahwa musiknya dan gaya nya yang tidak agar bisa digandakan.Tetapi dia tidak di sini, dan jika tidak ada yang akan melihat saya, maka tidak ada salahnya dilakukan.Aku menghabiskan sisa malam tergeletak keluar pada lantai ruang tamu, makan mac 'n' keju dan meneliti file kepala Masters telah memberi saya. Meskipun dia memberi saya rencana pelajaran, saya mengetik beberapa petunjuk ramah K.C.– saya sendiri di laptop saya, menambahkan beberapa kegiatan jurnal aku suka lakukan di kelas saya sendiri di college. Sesi akan Senin hingga Kamis dari delapan lima belas hingga siang, dan bimbingan akan berakhir pertengahan Juli. Setelah itu, saya ratus jam akan lengkap, dan aku akan gratis untuk sisa musim panas.Saya telah menatap kalimat yang sama selama sekitar lima menit ketika saya membiarkan kepalaku jatuh kembali dan menutup mata saya, benar-benar marah pada kebisingan di luar.The raucous party next door had begun as a dull hum two hours ago, but now it was a hodgepodge of laughter, squeals, thunderous engines roaring in and out of the neighborhood, and constant explosions of music that felt as if bombs might actually be detonating under Tate’s house. I gritted my teeth together and grumbled to no one, “I can’t believe no one in the neighborhood complains about this.”I shot off the area rug, heading for the windows in the dining room to take a look at what was going on, when I heard pounding on the front door.“Juliet?” a singsong voice called. “What light through yonder window breaks?” The familiar words made my heart flutter, and I smiled.“Romeo, Romeo,” I called, doing an about-face for the front door. “Wherefore art thou, Romeo?”I yanked open the door, reached for my cousin Shane’s hand, and let her pull me into her body and then dip me backward so that my back arched and my hair caressed the hardwood floors.She held me tight. “Your nose hairs need to be trimmed, cuz.”I popped my head up. “Your breath smells like a dead person.”She swooped me back up and plopped a kiss on my cheek before walking past me into the living room.“How are you?” she asked, acting as if it hadn’t been a year since we’d seen each other.“Peachy. You?”“Nothing that a few drinks or a bullet to the head won’t cure.”I hesitated as I watched her crash into the armchair and slouch. Even though we rarely saw each other since college had started, we talked at least once a week and over time her jokes made me more and more uncomfortable. Those little comments were pretty constant.Shane was my only cousin, and since we were both our parents’ only children, we grew up close. I appreciated her way with words and her easy humor, but it still didn’t erase the suspicion that she was aching to leave home and spread her wings.“Careful,” I warned. “I may actually start worrying about someone other than myself.”“That would be new,” she teased, folding her hands over her stomach. “So … are you really okay, Juliet?”She was the only person who called me by my real name—Juliet Adrian Carter. Everyone else called me K.C.“I’m fine.” I nodded, sitting back down on the floor and spreading my legs around the laptop. “You?”“Better now that you’re home.”Shane graduated this year and would be off to college in California in the fall. But even there, she wouldn’t have much freedom. Her parents only agreed to pay the out-of-state tuition if she lived with her grandmother—on her father’s side—in San Francisco.Shane was less than happy, but she rolled with it. Although I think she liked Shelburne Falls—she had lots of friends—she was looking for an environment that had more than a ten percent African-American population.Her dad was black. He loved it here and from what I gathered, he was comfortable, but Shane craved more diversity, more culture, more everything.She cleared her throat and leaned on her knees. “What are you doing?” The question sounded like an accusation.I looked up into her stunning hazel eyes. “Getting ready for my community service. I’m tutoring incoming seniors this summer.”“I heard.” She still stared at me as if she were confused. “I meant why the hell are you holed up in the house when for once in your life Liam or Sandra Fucking Carter doesn’t have you on a leash?”“You know I love you,” I started, “but I have a nice, peaceful house and a vibrator upstairs. I’m good,” I joked. “Besides, do you really think I should go looking for trouble, Shane?”“You won’t have to look far.” Her taunting voice sounded sexy. “Has it escaped your notice that a party has commenced next door?”Ah. Now I got it. I looked at her attire, noticing the skintight black miniskirt and the white tank top. Unlike my tank, though, hers had sequins around the neckline and in one long strip down the front. With her café au lait skin, dark, straightened hair falling below her shoulder blades, and her legs that went on for days, she was stunningly beautiful.I wondered if Jax ever noticed her, but I shook my head clear. I didn’t care.“No, it hasn’t escaped my notice,” I mumbled. “I think the vibrations of the music are shaking the foundations of this house, actually.”“Well, I’m going. And so are you.”
“No, I’m not.” I let out a bitter laugh and unwrapped a piece of spearmint gum, sticking it into my mouth. “Jax is trouble, and I have no desire to be over there.”
“Yes, you do. Everyone wants to be over there. And every girl gets along with Jax.”
I couldn’t help it. I looked up and shot her what I was sure was a nasty little scowl. But I quickly looked back down again. Images of Jax screwing those two girls a couple of years ago flashed through my mind, and I thought of everyone else he’d probably had since then, and I …
I fisted the gum wrapper.
Why did he affect me so much? Jaxon Trent was just a cocky kid who had liked to push my buttons in high school—but for some reason my damn body had more of a reaction to him than the boyfriend I’d had for five years. And even though I didn’t consider what he might or might not have been doing while I was gone, I damn well couldn’t stop thinking about it now.
Oh, Christ. I hope Shane had never slept with him.
I almost asked.
“Well, I don’t,” I grumbled. “Jax was always bad news. Does he even go to college?”
“To Clarke,” she answered quickly, and I blinked.
Clarke College?
It was local. Close enough for him to live in Shelburne Falls. But it was also private and had very high ratings for its academics. Shame warmed my cheeks for assuming he wasn’t college material. He was, and he was in a much better school than I attended.
“So he still lives next door year-round with Katherine?” I ventured.