The Line Between(5)

“Dane.” My voice came out in a snarl. “Move.”

I was tired, and this silly little stare off was starting to piss me off.

Nothing in his stance gave him away, but I saw the reaction in his eyes. He was surprised.

Just then, another body stepped up to my side.

“Kennedy?”

It was Reid.

He was Dane’s best friend, and one of the nicer guys I’d attended school with. “Hi Reid.”

“You need a little help here?” He looked between Dane and me and then down at Jade who was blissfully unaware of what was going on.

“Please.”

He frowned, and then took her from me. Cradling her to his chest, he turned to face Dane. “Stop being a pussy, Dane. She’s just here to fetch Jade.”

They glowered at each other, a silent message passing between them. Reid was the only guy who could take Dane on, and he was also the only guy Dane would ever listen to. In that moment, he was my proverbial Knight in Shining Armor.

Dane finally stepped aside, and let us through. I followed Reid through the crowd, and back outside towards my Jeep. He carefully placed Jade in the passenger seat, and after making sure her seatbelt was secure, he shut the door, and faced me.

“It’s good to see you,” he said. Reid was a tall guy, and built like a football player. His shoulders were broad, his arms muscular, his waist trim, and his legs strong. His unkempt blond hair was a little longer, brushing his ears, and he had a little scruff on his face. With his arms folded across his chest, he looked intimidating, but I knew he was a little softer beneath the surface. Especially when it came to Jade.

“Is it?” I asked. “It’s not like anyone noticed I was gone.”

Reid assessed me, and I didn’t like it. It was unnerving, and left me feeling more exposed than I’d wanted to be.

“We noticed,” he replied, placing emphasis on we. I didn’t like that either. He continued before I could respond. “Eighteen months is a long time and being gone has obviously done you some good. I see you found your backbone.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” I replied quietly.

He cocked his chin, and then started walking away. “Take care of my girl,” he said, tilting his head towards my sleeping friend. “See ya ‘round.” He winked, and then sauntered back to the house where the party had resumed. It was a short drive to Jade’s house, but as soon as I’d dropped her off, my mind started wandering. It wasn’t until I was back in my own bed that I’d realized how only one thing, one person, had occupied my thoughts. I told myself it was because I hadn’t seen in him in so long, and that he looked ridiculously good.

I told myself that it had nothing to do with the butterflies he gave me, or the way being that close to him again had made my heart flutter erratically.

I didn’t believe any of it.





CHAPTER THREE

Dane

THERE WERE MOMENTS in life when I’d wish I didn’t feel. I just wanted to be numb, and escape the turmoil that always seemed to be brewing in my chest. Standing by the window overlooking my driveway was one of those moments.

I watched as my best friend Reid leaned against the red Jeep, and spoke to her. I had no idea she would show up here tonight, so when I heard her voice in my kitchen, I had to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.

I wasn’t.

She was here.

Kennedy Monroe.

The object of my remorseless hatred.

Her taillights disappeared down the road, and I was finally able to let the air out of my lungs. Reid came through the front door, and when his eyes found mine, I knew he saw it. The calamity of everything I’d ever felt towards a girl whose life I’d made a living hell. All because I couldn’t have her the way I’d always wanted her.

It was idiotic, really. Our families had hated each other for years, and only our great-great-great grandfather’s knew why. Unfortunately they’d been dead for a while, so I couldn’t tell them to sort their shit out and get the fuck over it.

My father told me a watered down version of our family history when I was a kid, and he made it clear that the Monroe family were our rivals. It all came down to land disputes, and oil. It never mattered to me though. I was told our family hated hers, and I was too young to question it – so I listened.

When I was older though, it changed¸ and I started hating her for a whole new reason. A selfish reason. A reason that made it so easy to make her life as miserable as her existence had made mine.

What can I say? I was an asshole. Sadly, I still am.

“You okay, man?”

I looked at Reid, realizing that I was still staring out of the window. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”