How to Ruin Series Part 46

Oh, no! Avi.

I run over to Mutt and clasp the leash on him. I walk back home, but stay a safe distance behind Mr. Obermeyer and his b.i.t.c.h, waiting long enough for them to reach the condo before I venture into the elevator with my stud.

I find Avi sitting on our couch, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped together.

"Sorry it took so long," I say, releasing Mutt and hanging the leash back on the hook. "There was kind of a commotion at the dog park." I look over at Mutt, who is now stretched out on his back on the floor looking more relaxed and content than I've ever seen him.

What am I going to tell my dad about Princess and Mutt?

"I thought you ditched me," Avi says, the side of his mouth quirked up. "Amy, the more I'm here, the more I realize this was a bad idea."

I step around the couch and sit next to him. "Don't say that. There's just a lot going on right now."

His midnight eyes are so different from Nathan's. They're brooding, just like my dad's. I can tell he's been through a lot just by staring into them. He's worried about something but he's trying not to show it.

"How's the Israeli army?" I ask.

"Sababa," he says.

"What's sababa?"

"It means 'cool, awesome, no problem.'" He talks in that deep, dark voice of his that can melt my own invisible walls I've built around myself.

"You look bigger and more muscular than this summer." Most American guys I know don't look as serious or manly at eighteen years old.

"Survival training will do that to a guy."

I nod. Survival training. My survival training consists of running to the racks at Neiman Marcus on the opening day of their winter blowout sale. It doesn't tone my muscles, but it definitely does hone my skills in sniffing out the best deals before anyone else can get to them. Kinda different than being stuck in a desert with a gun as your only companion. Although Neiman Marcus can be considered a battleground on those winter blowout days.

"I missed you," I say. I omit the fact that I've thought about him every single day since I came back from my trip to Israel. I also fail to mention that I've been having doubts about our relationship ... or non- relationship, as it might be. And even though I'm totally blown away with seeing him again, I don't want to be a "friend with benefits." I want more.

Does he? And where does Nathan fit into all of this?

Ugh, I'm an emotional mess.

Avi's hand reaches out to mine. As he takes hold of it, the warmth and comfort I've been missing since the summer comes rushing back to me. His other hand touches my shoulder and slowly moves up, caressing my neck and cheek. I lean my cheek into his palm, the warmth of it drawing me in.

"I missed you, too," he says.

I tentatively lick my lips, scared for this first kiss that will tell both of us where we stand in this relationship. We've got a lot to live up to. Our summer makeout sessions were sensual and emotional and made me feel drugged without any chemicals or alcohol.

He leans forward, watching me. His eyes are fixed on mine. "I shouldn't want you so bad," he says, then his full lips capture mine.

It starts off like before. He brushes his lips over mine as if he's painting them ...

memorizing the shape and softness. I'm totally getting into it, but then my mind wanders. I have no clue why. Thoughts of Nathan, and Mutt's fiasco, and my mom's pregnancy, and the dates I keep bungling and ...

When Avi's tongue reaches for mine, the events of the day are swirling in my head.

And I have this nagging feeling I'm forgetting something really important, but I can't remember what. Especially while Avi's trying to take our kisses to the next level, concentrating is impossible.

I lean back and break the kiss.

Those beautiful brooding eyes are staring back at me. "What's going on? Is it that guy? Just tell me," he says.

Now I remember! With his lips on mine I couldn't think, but now my brain starts to function again. "I have to go to work," I say and hop off the couch.

18.

Jonah tried to dis G.o.d by refusing to go to Nineveh as G.o.d commanded. The poor guy was thrown into the sea and sat in a fish's belly for three days as punishment (Jonah 2:1).

Didn't Jonah know you can't hide from G.o.d-He knows everything.

My boyfriend, however, doesn't.

(Except when my friends open their big mouths.) Avi insists on accompanying me to work.

When we enter the elevator again, I want to tell him everything that's been on my mind and why I'm confused. But there's no time. My life is spinning out of control and there's no b.u.t.ton or switch to stop it.

Time sucks that way.

"Avi," I say. I don't really have anything to tell him, I just want him to stop looking away from me.

"Yeah?" he says, turning to me. I wish I could tell what he's thinking.

"I'll see if I can get some time off work this week so we can do some Chicago sightseeing."

"I don't need sightseeing, Amy."

He doesn't have to say he came here for me. The fact that he came all this way to spend a week in Chicago is flattering and overwhelming at the same time.

At the Perk Me Up! counter, I introduce Marla to Avi. Marla smiles wide and drops the cup she's holding so she can shake his hand. Then she giggles, which I've never seen her do before.

When I first met Avi it was a really confusing and awkward time in my life. To be honest, I was rebelling. Avi is the only guy who has ever challenged me. He stayed in the fight long enough to duke it out ... mentally, of course. He's as strong on the inside as he is on the outside.

I'm taking care of customers. Avi sits on one of the big cushy chairs and waits. He's leaning back with his arms crossed in front of his chest and I can't believe he's actually here while I'm making skim vanilla lattes instead of spending time with him.

I glance over at him every time I have a free second. And when there's n.o.body else in the cafe, I ask Marla if I can make Avi one of my fave hot chocolate drinks.

"You didn't tell me he was visiting,"

Marla whispers while I'm mixing the drink.

"Yeah, well I didn't know. My dad did, though," I inform her as I top off the cocoa with a triple dose of vanilla-flavored whipped cream.

"And he forgot to tell you?"

"I guess they wanted it to be a surprise."

I have yet to tell my dad I hate surprises.

Surprises are like having your period in the middle of cla.s.s. Initially you're shocked and confused, then you're embarra.s.sed and have to deal with everyone staring at you. I'm self-conscious enough as it is; I don't need surprises in my life to make me feel more aware of people gawking at me.

Marla holds out a cup holder for me so I can slip it onto the perfectly made hot cocoa. "I miss my teenage years," she says with a wistful smile on her face. "Boys, school, friends. Enjoy it before you grow up and have more responsibilities than you ever signed up for."

I already feel like I have more responsibilities than I signed up for. And I'm only seventeen.

My specialty drink in hand, I walk over to Avi just as the door to Perk Me Up!

opens. It's Jessica.

"I heard about what happened at the dog park today. Amy, are you okay?" Her hair is brown and stick-straight and her eyes look darker than usual because she's wearing a black top. It takes her a second to focus on the guy in the chair, but when she does, a little shriek escapes from her mouth. "Avi?" she asks, totally pointing like a little kid.

Avi stands and I clear my throat.

"Jessica, this is Avi. Avi, this is my best friend Jessica."

"Call me Jess," she says, smiling so wide I think her cheeks are going to crack and her lips stretch out so much she reminds me of that elastic woman from the cartoon movie.

"Why didn't you tell me he was coming?" she says through gritted teeth although Avi can hear every word that's coming out of her mouth. Duh! He's standing right here.

"I didn't know," I say back. "It was a surprise."

"Oh."

Jess knows I hate surprises, thus the understanding "Oh" comment.

"What happened at the dog park today?"

Avi asks.

I didn't really want to share the disaster so I just say, "Um ... "

"Mutt humped another dog and impregnated her right in front of everyone," Jess blurts out. "The owner of the other dog almost called the cops."

"It was no big deal," I say, trying to blow it off. Well, at least I'm trying to make it look like I'm blowing it off. It actually is a major deal and my dad is going to kill me when he finds out Princess's womb is ruined because of my dog. And the fact that he might be a grandpa to a basketful of puppies in a few months.

"Amy, are you kidding? Everyone knows," Jess says.

Avi leans forward with a confused look on his face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I ... I don't know." It's the truth.

I'd like to give Avi the hot chocolate concoction I made him, but the whipped cream is melting and running down the side of the cup onto my hand and it doesn't look as decadent and appetizing as it did before Jess came in the cafe. And now my hand is all grody and sticky from the melting, now lopsided whipped cream.

"I'm going for a walk," Avi says, obviously upset I've shut him out. I can't even blame him for being p.i.s.sed as I watch him open the door and step out into the cold. I wish I could tell him what's going on, but how can I express it to him when I don't even have it all figured out.

So now it's just Jessica and me standing together. "Ooh, can I have that?" she says, eyeing the drink in my hand.

I shove my "Avi peace offering" at her and go back to working behind the counter.

Why can't things go my way? Is this G.o.d's way of entertaining me so I don't have a boring life? I swear, for once I'd like to have a calm, uneventful day.

Marla is in the middle of blending the new Tango Mango Creme Blend for a customer. The entire cafe now smells like mangoes.

"Can I have the rest of the week off?" I ask her. "I'll work double the hours next week."

"It's okay with me."

Jessica has parked herself at a computer terminal when I start wiping down the tables. "Can you please not tell Avi about my life?" I ask her.

"Why not?"

"Because if I want him to know something, I'll tell him. He doesn't need to hear it secondhand from my friends."

Jess c.o.c.ks her head to the side and says, "What are you trying to hide from him, Amy?"

"Nothing."

Okay, that's not the honest truth. I'd like to hide the bad parts of me, and only share the awesome parts. You can't blame me.

He's only here for a week. If he knows I screw up all the time there's no way he'll want to be my ... non-boyfriend.

I'm seriously sick of referring to him as the "non."

Something in my life seriously needs to change.

19.

Even though the Israeli army is strong, I worry about Israel. I pray for the safety of my family living in Israel and my boyfriend who is in the military there. Is there anything I can do to make this a more peaceful world?

I'm almost done with my shift at Perk Me Up! when, you guessed it, Nathan comes sauntering in. He walks up to the counter and says, "Medium green tea with ice, no sweetener."

He doesn't even look at me. He's focused on the sugar packets next to the register. And he's obviously not interested in sugar packets because he doesn't like his drinks sweetened.

Marla is standing next to me, humming a little tune as she's purposely trying not to pay attention to the interaction between me and Nathan.