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âGood to know that because I wouldnât want it any other way,â I said as I looked at the lines on the road that passed quickly. I hoped my words didnât sound as fake to him as they did to me, which was ridiculous. Heâs your bully, Jess. Donât forget that. Just a bully.
Another song by Infected Mushroom, a remix of âDemons of Painâ, started playing, and its heavy bass hammered nails into my head. I sneaked a glance at Blake, who looked pensive. I fiddled with my thumbs, the bass of the song getting even stronger.
âItâs obvious why this song is called âDemons of Painâ,â I said.
âWhy?â
âBecause its beat gives me pain.â I massaged my temples. âIâm getting a headache from it.â
He lowered the volume and glanced at me, the corner of his lips quirking up. âLet me guessâyouâre all for sweet, lovey-dovey songs.â
âHey! Whatâs that supposed to mean?â
His smile grew bigger. âYou wear pink most of the time. You also wear flower hair accessories and bracelets.â I shouldnât have been surprised that he remembered all these details, but I was. âYouâre for sweet things to the bone.â
My brows rose. He was right. I was all for sweet things.
âI canât imagine you listening to this kind of music. Not after I heard you play your song,â he added, and I inhaled sharply. I wanted to remove that embarrassing memory from my mind, but it stood its ground.
I hunched in my seat. âI get itâŠmy song was too sugary.â
He frowned. âI never said that.â
I didnât respond, waiting for him to say more, burning with curiosity to hear his opinion about itâŠbut he didnât say anything.
âOkay.â Thatâs all I said, when I actually wanted to ask what he thought about it.
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. âI liked it,â he said, barely audibly.
I grew motionless. Did he say he liked it?
Fishing for a direct answer, I asked, âYou liked what?â
âYou know what.â
âI donât know.â
âYes, you do, but you want me to say it.â He glanced at me, and the raw look in his eyes pulled me in. âYour song. I liked your song. AndâŠI liked your voice.â
My breath caught in my chest. âYouâre just saying that to make me feel better about it,â I said, refusing to accept the possibility that he really liked it, because this meant a lot to me, and it scared me.
His forehead wrinkled. âYou really like to put yourself down. Donât tell me youâve never realized how amazing your voice is.â
My lips curved into a big smile. I wanted to pinch myself so I could prove this was real. Blake Jones had just complimented my voice. He actually liked it.
My emotions bubbled up inside me. Had Hayden told him about my dream to become a singer? Was he even aware of how much his praiseâanyoneâs praiseâmeant to me? Did he know how afraid I was of performing in front of others, to the point of not following my dreams?
âYou really think so?â
He glanced at me and smiled. Like an actual, real smile. âYeah.â
My smile widened. âThank you.â He only smirked at that, and I fidgeted with the hem of my jacket. âI guess you donât listen to my kind of music.â
âNo.â
âI thought so.â
âBut I would give your songs a chance.â
My heart leapt. âAnd whyâs that?â I couldnât resist asking.
âBecause theyâre yours, obviously.â
Okay. I had to pinch myself.
I pinched my upper arm. âOuch.â
He snorted. âWhy did you do that?â
âJust making sure I really heard you say that.â
He burst into chuckles, but then, as if heâd caught himself doing something he wasnât supposed to, he grew serious. He shook his head at me. âYouâre weird.â
We were near Enfield, which meant this ride would end soon. I wished it could last a bit longer. I thought about the moments of tenderness heâd displayed this evening and the last few days, and my body warmed. He was finally letting me see his other side, finally treating me like something more than a bug to squash.
I had so many questions on my mind. We werenât friends. We couldnât be lovers. But we werenât the same old enemies. So what were we?
I was so deep in my thoughts that I didnât realize Blake was slowing down. He went off the road and parked his car next to it, right in the middle of nowhere. The music and all sounds died when he shut off the engine. His car lights were our only source of light.
âWhat are you doing? Why did you stop?â
He unbuckled his seat belt. âCome out for a sec.â
âBut whyââ
âJust come.â He got out and closed the door.
I looked around with a frown. It was so dark I couldnât make out anything in the shadows that converged all over. There were no cars passing. I licked my lips. What was he doing?
Reluctantly, I removed my seat belt and stepped outside, hit by a gust of cold air. He leaned against the hood of his car and tilted his head back to look at the starry sky.
My eyes caught on the sign standing a few feet away, which I recognized from the local news that covered tourist attractions near Enfield. It read: Enfieldâs Sunflower Field. Welcome. I couldnât see that far, but I didnât need to in order to know the sunflower field was vacant at this time of year.
âYou do know this is just like all those horror movies, right? You driving me to nowhere and acting all mysterious?â I said.
âIf this was anything like horror movies, youâd already be dead.â
âHa ha. Thatâs not funny.â
He shrugged. âI wasnât trying to be.â
âYes, I noticed humor isnât your strong suit.â
âSays the humor expert.â
âAt least I donât wear a scowl all the time.â
A huge smile broke out on his face, and I stilled, realizing we were going back and forth like old friends.
I crossed my arms over my chest and went to the edge of the field. Now that my
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