9 Years OldTate"Come on baby, I need to get to the church, Mrs. Bailey locked herself out again and I'm the only other person with a key." My mom shakes her head as she pulls the pie from the oven for our new next door neighbors. That's my mom, always doing the right thing. She has a big heart daddy says."Do we have to go over there?" I whine, pulling my hair into a tight pony tail."Yes. It's the neighborly thing to do. Besides, they might have a little girl you can play with this summer. Wouldn't that be ni- Tatum Davis, do you always have to put your hair up? It's looks so pretty when you wear it down." My momma puts her hands on her hips and tilts her head to the side.Momma is always trying to girly me up. I hate it. To emphasis my disliking of such a thing I point my finger down my throat and act as if I'm gagging.She laughs at my reaction and puts an ovenmit on to carry the hot pie."How come Journey doesn't have to go?""Journey is at summer camp, you now th
TateSitting on the steps of Chloe's house I palm the cup of joe, and blow a the steam swirling from it. It's windy, and warm outside this morning. Sweat beads at the back of my legs as I embrace the quietness."Sup ho?" Chloe plops her ass right next to mine. "You going to see your dad this morning?" Glancing up the street I spot my old man spraying bushes out front. "Hell no." I pick at the peeling paint of nail polish. After our conversation last night, I think we both made it clear what we think of I being back.Looking above the rim of my mug as I take another sip I eye the blue and white bungalow sitting next door."He still comes through here you know."My eyes snap to hers. "What? Who?" I try to play off that I don't know what she's talking about."Camden, he comes through here a couple times a week. Checks on the house and things, some say he is renting the place out." She looks down the street, her lips scrunched in thought. Hearing his name is a karate
Pulling myself up off the floor, my body aches from the amount of effort it takes. My chest constricts as I frantically look around the gym for Camden. Not seeing him anywhere, I quickly slip out of the ring pull my gloves off, and spit the guard onto the floor. I gotta get out of here. I can't see him. I'm not ready. I'll never be ready. Turning to grab my bag I run into pure muscle, the familiar smell hitting home. Camden.He smells just like he used to when he was eighteen. Clean, and spicy. My chest trembles as I slowly look up under my lashes. "Cam-Camden?" I stammer as a shiver runs up my back. The unsettling warmth on my face causes me to sweat, as my heart pounds against my chest with a wave on nerves.His brows are pulled together with hate, and his blue eyes are cold and unfriendly. He folds his thick arms across his chest, making his dark shirt strain amongst his biceps. I look away, digging my nails into the palm of hand.The TV has nothing on what the re
Camden9 Years OldBiting on my inner cheek I look around the back yard. There's red and blue balloons, a cake with two fighters on it, and a few presents. "Damn it!" My mouther voice echoes with hint of frustration. I bet I left my bowl of cereal on the counter again, and she knocked it over.Furrowing my brows I head toward the back door leading into our kitchen. "What's wrong mom?" She digs in her purse with pursed lips."I could have sworn I bought candles, but I can't find them. Have you seen them?" She looks at me briefly before lifting various items off the counter to look under them."No." I start helping her look."I'll go buy some more babe." Dad states grabbing the keys off the microwave.Mom runs her hands through her hair and exhales."Just candles, Andrew." She points her finger at him. "Hurry, guests will begin to show up soon.""Candles. Got it." He smiles, ruffling the hair on my head. "Be back soon Champ."Mom nibbles on her bottom lip, ju
TatumSlamming the car door behind me I march into Chloe's house. I feel nauseous, my only remedy is getting back in the car and race back to the gym and slam my fist in Camden's face. I can't believe he talked to me like that. Has he always been such an asshole and I was just too blind to see it? Or does he really hate me?Fucking Chloe and Fiona knew whose gym I was going to. They knew I would run into Camden. They set me up. WHY?Inside it smells like fingernail polish, and baked bread."Ma! I told you I want the acrylic!" Chloe states from Fiona's manicure table."Oh hush, you don't know what you want." Fiona tosses her hand at Chloe, with an emory board in her fingers."Did you know?" I drop my gym bag to the floor, my nostrils flaring. Both of them focus on me, their faces scrunched in confusion. "Did you know Camden would be there?" I clarify sharply. Chloe's mouth purses into the shape of an O, and Fiona begins to work on Chloe's hands as if I didn't ask anything im
"Camden this is Chloe and Tate," Chase introduces."I know who they are," Camden snaps as he sits down uninvited next to Chloe. His smiling bimbo sits on his lap and I grit my teeth wishing they'd leave. He's purposely flaunting her in front of me and I'm not sure how much more I can take before I snap."The gym!" Chase slaps the table. I jump, not sure what he's going on about. "You're the girl who was at the gym today. I knew I saw you from somewhere."Giving a tight lipped smile I nod.Peering up from under my lashes I catch Camden staring at me with hooded eyes. I didn't get much of a chance to look at his face earlier. But now I can't help but ogle him. His blond hair falls into his eyes, and his nose has a scar across it giving it a crooked look. He wears it well though. His eyebrow is missing a few hairs dead in the center, giving him that tough guy persona. He has grown so much since I've seen him last."So how do you guys know each other?" Chase interrupts our stari
12 Years OldTateStepping outside the summer sun blasts me in the face. Holding my arm up I shield my face until my eyes can adjust to it's brightness."Mom, I'm going out!" I holler into the screen door."Oh good, make some friends honey!" I can't help but roll my eyes. She's always pushing me to make friends. Friends are lame. I would go see Chloe, the new girl that moved in at the end of the school year, but her mom sent her to summer camp. What kind of kind of mom does that? Summer camp. Summer is for being home and being lazy. Anyway, I like Chloe and she seems to like me. She's sassy, and funny. She's so funny I even overlook that she's a big girly girl."Where are you going?" Journey opens the screen door and pops her head out. Her blonde hair is braided, and she put way too much of moms makeup on. She's going to be in so much trouble."Nowhere, stay here Journey." I point to the front porch. She's younger than me, and is always following me around."Whatever." Ro
TateStaring at the gym I second guess going in. I second guess a lot of things. Why am I here, and not just Chicago but this damn gym that I know Camden will be at? He hates me and that kills me. I wish I could go back and change so many things. They way Camden looks at me, destroys me from the inside out. Maybe it was a mistake to leave college to chase a dream. I must be insane to think I can do this. Closing my eyes, I lower my head and sigh. This is what I wanted to be since I was a little girl. I can't let anyone stand in the way of that. Not anymore. I didn't come this far, just to come this far."You can do this," I whisper to myself. I've never been known to back down, and I'm not about to start now.Blowing out a breath of second guesses, I grab my gym bag and climb out of the car.The wind is blowing hard this morning, causing a chill to run up my spine. Once inside my eyes adjust to the dim light, and my skin instantly warms."You're early, Thomas will like