Clash(57)
He snorted, curling his lip in disbelief.
That physical response tilted the choked up/fired up emotions to the fiery pendulum. “Fine. Me popping in and out of your life will kill you? Consider me officially done with popping.”
“Will you knock that defensive, insecure girl shit out and have an adult conversation?” he said, the muscles in his neck moving under the skin—a sure sign he was firing up too.
“Happily,” I responded, gritting my teeth. “As soon as you do that can’t-handle-the-pressure thing you boys do and get up and leave.”
He paused, his face falling for one second before it fired back up. “You want me to leave?”
“I can’t imagine anything that would make me merrier this holiday season.”
“Fine,” he said, shooting up. “I’ll leave. But since you can’t seem to stay away from me for more than a few hours, I’ll see you soon, I’m sure.”
“If by soon you mean never, then that sounds good to me,” I replied, wanting to hop in my seat so I could get in his face. “Where do I sign?”
“You know, Luce?” he said, turning to head back up the stairs. “You have a shitty way of showing your love for someone.”
I flinched. That one hurt more than I could remember his words hurting me. Biting my lip, I glared at him.
“Right back at ya.” And that was a bold faced lie. Jude, perhaps more than any one I’d ever known, was able to express his love as love was meant to be expressed.
Shaking his head at me, his face bled of all emotion before he turned his back and jogged up the stairs. Clueless fans held out their hands as he ran by, but it was like he didn’t see anything around him.
“Whoa,” a stunned voice said, whistling a row below me. “You’re the girl Jude Ryder’s going to marry and make baby superheroes with?”
If Danny hadn’t heard Jude’s and my heated exchange, maybe that meant everyone within a ten seat radius of me who were staring like I was a pariah didn’t either.
“I think I just decrowned myself of that title,” I answered, feeling numb. Or, at least, more numb.
“You are like the real life Lois Lane,” he continued, bouncing in his seat. “Only blonder. And younger. And prettier too.”
I couldn’t even make a half-hearted smile feel real.
He gaped at me like I was almost as cool as comic books. “Holy—”
“Danny!” his mom shouted, giving me a sympathetic smile.
So much for no one hearing.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Danny was watching me. Not saying anything, but something was eating this kid from the inside out.
“What is it, Danny?” I asked, biting on my nails. I’d never, up until this moment, been a nail biter.
“Why were you and Jude fighting?” he asked, looking relieved he’d gotten that off his back.
“Because that’s what we do and we’re good at it,” I answered.
“But you love him?”
I glanced over at his mom, wishing she’d choose this time to usher the kiddos out for a bathroom break or something. “Yeah.”
More relief flooding into his face. “So you’re still going to get married? “
“I don’t know,” I said, working my teeth over the next nail. Manicures were so last season. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” I said, getting why parents were such a fan of this one word answer go-to. “Because sometimes love just isn’t enough.”
His freckled nose curled. “Well, duh,” he said, flapping his hands over the back of the seat. “I just turned six and even I know that.”
A six year old had more life wisdom, it appeared, than I did. The concept was more depressing than it should be.
“You know that, huh, smartie-pants?” I said.
“I know a lot.”
“And as a kindergartener who’s probably dated a total of zero girls,” I said, arching a brow at him, “what exactly do you know about love?”
He did that little unamused face my mom had become a master of back in the day. “Mom told me that love is like a seed. You’ve got to plant it to grow. But that’s not all. You need to water it. The sun needs to shine just enough, but not too much. The roots have to take hold,” he continued, narrowing his eyes in concentration. “And from there, if it pops its head above the surface, there are about a million things that could kill it, so it takes a whole lot of luck too.”
I felt my mouth ready to drop open. I was about to mutter a curse when I caught myself. This kid was wise beyond his years.
“You can’t plant a seed and hope it will grow on its own. It takes a lotta work to make anything grow.” He smiled up at me, clearly pleased with himself.