Alice in Zombieland - Showalter Gena (читать книги полные TXT) 📗

Uh, what was that? Surely the bad boy of Asher wasn’t offering to chauffeur me. Me. The weird girl with the staring problem.

“Okay?” he insisted. “Got it?”

He was. He really was. “I had a ride,” I explained. “I simply chose not to take it.”

That dark expression leveled on me, eliciting a shudder. “First, that’s all you have to say to me?”

“Well, yeah.” What had he expected? That’s the sweetest gesture in the whole wide world, and right now I feel like I’m dancing across the stars? There was no way those words would ever leave my mouth. The fact that I was thinking them was enough to send me into a major shame spiral.

“Second, why didn’t you take it?”

“I wanted to walk,” I said, giving him the same partial truth I’d given my grandparents.

“You’d better not want to walk again.”

“Or what?” I asked. I wasn’t meaning to be facetious. I honestly wanted to know.

He was total animal—make that, manimal—as he snarled, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re the most frustrating person they’ve ever met, or have most of the people in your life been too polite?”

“Hey—”

He rattled off his phone number, and I had to scramble to keep up and program it into my phone. “Now give me your number.”

It took a moment for his words to sink in. What kind of bizarre world had I entered? “But Cole, I can’t ever give you a ride. I don’t have a car, so there’s no—”

“Are you trying to tick me off? Give me your number.”

I was torn between feeling delighted by his insistence—and peeved. Peeved won. “Ask nicely,” I said, a day I’d spent with my mom suddenly slithering into my mind.

You’re so not getting a Mother of the Year Award, Mom. You have yet to bake my favorite chocolate cake.

I’ve just been waiting for you to ask nicely, darling.

A wave of homesickness hit me.

“Nicely,” Cole gritted out.

“Well, how can I resist that?” I grumbled, tempted to give him a bogus number just to prove a point. But then he wouldn’t be able to call me, and, well, I really wanted him to call me—though I had no idea what we’d talk about.

“Still waiting,” he prompted.

I rattled off the numbers.

“Thank you,” he said, and if I wasn’t mistaken, there was a note of relief in his voice.

I had to be mistaken. Either that, or those violet eyes had reduced the points in my IQ.

“Stay put,” he said, and got out of the car. He walked around, and…helped me out. Wow. I never would have guessed he would exhibit the classic signs of etiquette. “Tell me you aren’t going to be this difficult for the rest of the day.”

“I guess we’ll find out together,” I said. His skin was warm against mine, his palm calloused and rough. I liked that, even shivered.

“Cold?” He pressed me up against the side of the Jeep, his arms caging me in.

“No. I mean yes. I mean maybe. I don’t know!” Was he going to kiss me? For real? Here, now, in front of strangers? I’d stop him. Right? (Before and not after.)

“I don’t think you’re cold,” he rasped, “I think you’re scared. You’re right to be scared.”

I gulped. “I’m not scared.”

“Let’s see what I can do to change that, shall we? We’re going on a little adventure, you and I. When I give an order, you’ll obey it. There will be no asking politely, no matter how much you bat your lashes at me.”

I opened my mouth to protest. I’d never batted my lashes at anyone!

He shook his head, silencing me. “It’s for your safety.”

Again I opened my mouth to protest.

Again he shook his head. “That’s the deal. Agree or I’ll take you back to school right now, and none of your questions will be answered.”

Peeved all over again, I ran my tongue over my teeth. He was underhanded, sneaky and manipulative, that was for sure. Too bad I still liked him. “What questions do you think I have?”

“Probably the same ones I have.”

No way. Not possible. “Fine, I’ll follow your orders.” Anything for answers. “Just as long as you realize that every time you issue one, I’m beating you up in my mind.”

“Realized,” he said, thrums of amusement suddenly evident. “But please refrain from mind-punching my pretty face. I like it just how it is.”

Now I was the one fighting amusement. Someone so egotistical shouldn’t have been so charming. But then, I loved Kat, so there you go.

His gaze zeroed in on my twitching lips. He leaned closer to me…so close I could feel the heat of his breath trekking over my skin.

“What’s going through your mind right now?” he asked, his lips hovering over mine.

Don’t you dare tell him! I scrambled for a winning reply. “Will Mackenzie be upset that you’re with me? Not that you’re with me. I’m just saying—” Shut up, idiot! That’s enough.

He straightened with a snap, the maybe-kiss moment completely lost. “She shouldn’t be. We’re not dating anymore.” I wasn’t given a chance to reply. “Come on. It’s time for our adventure. I want to show you something.”

At the back of the building was the thick, thriving forest that wound all the way to my grandparents’ neighborhood. I frowned. The drive to the store had taken longer than it should have, then. I replayed the route and realized Cole had doubled back a few times, taken turns he hadn’t needed to take. There was no reason to do that—unless he was as paranoid as I was and had thought we were being followed.

“Are you walking me home?” I asked, not sure how I felt about that.

Displaying even better etiquette than before, he moved limbs out of my way. “Yes and no. Now, not another word out of you until I say it’s okay. You’ll distract me, and I have to make sure we don’t stumble on any trip wires.”

A lovely nonanswer sprinkled with supposed courtesy. Wait. “Did you say trip wires?”

“Distracting me,” he said in a singsong voice.

“Annoying me,” I sang back. But I bit my tongue and stayed quiet as we hiked the rest of the way through bushes, over thick tree roots and boulders, and up and down hills.

By the time we reached the fence to my backyard, my thighs burned and my heart galloped in my chest.

Note to self: start working out today. At least the air I was so heavily breathing in carried hints of pine and wildflowers, the rot all gone.

“See these tracks?” he asked, pointing to the ground.

Dread washed through me as I took in the very tracks I’d noticed two nights ago. I could even make out the indention of my own tennis shoes…but not Emma’s slippers. “Yes. I see.”

His gaze snapped to mine, slitted. “Do you know what caused them? Besides the ones belonging to you, of course.”

“No.” Maybe. I licked my lips. “Do you? And how do you know I’ve been out here?”

“Give me some credit. You’re an eight and a half, on the narrow side, and your shoes have a distinct zigzag pattern.”

That was not something a normal kid would notice. How—and why—had he?

He crossed his arms over his chest. “So you haven’t seen anything out here?”

“Besides you?” I asked, trying to figure out exactly where he was going with this.

“Yes, besides me.”

I couldn’t admit it. I just couldn’t. “First I want you to answer me. Do you know what caused those tracks?”

“Yes.” No hesitation from him.

Unbidden, I took a step closer to him. “What?”

“You tell me.”

I rooted my feet into the ground, too afraid I’d try to press myself against him and shake him. “I never said I knew.”

“You paled. That was answer enough.”

“I…I…”

“But I have to hear you say the words.”

Stubborn, nervous, I shook my head. “No. I won’t.”

Cole stared at me, frowning, a slash of menace in the shadows. “You’re really handicapping me here, Ali. I shouldn’t be talking to you about this. And I cannot—absolutely will not—mention anything outright. You have to tell me what I’m trying to say.”