When The Rain Stops (BXB)

Chapter 4

"Jackson, pass the butter?" Mr. Harwood asks. The other Italian place in town isn't as good as D'Agostinos, but it has an open bar and is open past 9. I mean, personally, I wanted pizza from the place in Stafford Creek (which is the bEST FUCKING PIZZA EVER), but Mom and Mrs. Harwood weren't interested in staying in.

Apparently it's become popular before Ken and his family're here. Or it also might just be the only decent restaurant in town anymore.

I pass the white dish and pull back quickly. My skin hurts, but Mr. Harwood assures me that I'm healing. I'm still covered in gauze, wishing I didn't have to wear them anymore.

"Rory, stop," I say, keeping my eyes down. He isn't doing anything.

But it's enough for his mom to look at him and glare. "Rory," she says menacingly.

"I'm not doing anything," he says, glaring at me.

I look away, and snigger at my lap. "He was kicking me."

Dad sighs and turns to me. "Did he hit you in a burn spot?"

I shake my head. "N-no, he was just kicking me."

I love that these people hang on my every word now.

"I didn't do anything!" Rory insists, but Mrs. Harwood looks frustrated. His dad looks disappointed.

He meets my gaze and glares at me. I look away. Ken's watching me from his table with a "what-was-that" look on his face. I smile and bounce my eyebrows. He seems to get it because he smiles and mouths, "Tell me about it later".

I finish eating my chicken.

After my gauze on my arms comes off, like, a week later, Mrs. Harwood insists we have a cookout. I still have some wrapped around the larger burns on my body, but they're hidden under my shirt. I don't feel as self-conscious about them.

I'm part mummy now. Progress.

Dad gets the barbecue fired up and buys five packs of hot dogs.

Rory doesn't like hot dogs.

But no one cares.

"Okay, you've made your point," he hisses in my ear. The moon's rising over us and I'm sitting on the pier with my feet over the water. "Stop it."

My nose wrinkles. "What, you can't stand not having people believe you?"

He sighs and squats next to me. "Look, I get I went too far with the juice mix, but you've had your fuckin' revenge." He puts down his plate and ruffles his hair. "Please. Stop."

I look at him. "I think that's the first time you've ever really apologized to me. No."

He grabs the collar of my shirt. He also grabs some of my gauze and I wince in pain. "Give me one good reason to not shove you into the fucking lake right now."

"Because everyone is expecting you to do it."

His breath catches and he lets go. Rory's jaw clenches while he stands up. "Fuck," he whispers.

And I lean forward into the lake.

"Rory!"

He turns and I'm sopping wet, sitting on my ass in 2 feet of water.

Except instead of being angry, he's scared. Rory's hands shake in front of him, and I can hear his breath from three feet below him. "N-no." He turns to face my dad and his mom coming at him. "I-I didn't - !"