Free Find Me (Truthful Lies Trilogy - Book Two) by Rachel Dunning Page B

so, it follows reason, you must also fail. Because
it’s logic. If one man fails, so must another. We’re all the same
after all. So, listen to me,
little boy, little girl, little children of this meaningless world.
Listen when I tell you that there is no such thing as mad, over-the-rafters,
in-your-face , fuck-the-world-and-everyone-in-it, passionate
love ! Two follows one
just as three follows two. Mathematics. Science. If A and B are
fact, then so is C. And if I failed, why shouldn’t you?”
    Math and Logic have no place in the
highest states of the mind and emotion where love is a song sung by
a voice so heavenly that only an idiot would ever claim its
non-existence. And even if it doesn’t exist, only an assassin would
tell the world the truth of it—someone who wanted nations to bomb
each other and start wars and kill everyone in them. Because what
are we all living for at the end of the day?
    I believe, that we live for the song of love. That
piece of heaven right here on earth.
    The only heaven there is.
    My Heaven: Blaze’s touch on my hand. Her green eyes in a dark
world. Her tentative smile appearing from behind the blackened
smoke of life’s bloody battlefield. It’s her whimper, her breast on
my lips. It’s the music she makes, her bare leg under my hand. My
fingers inside her. Me inside her.
My lips to hers. The flutter in my heart as she caresses my
back.
    None of that follows any logic...
    Like I said, I was never very smart, I got
Ds at school. And right now, sitting with Blaze at this café,
wondering what I did to deserve the feeling I’m experiencing now,
I’ve never been so glad for it.
    Here’s to us dumbasses who believe there’s
more to life than just the Failures and the Sadnesses.
    To The Romantics.
    To T he Lovers.
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    “I love you, Blaze.”
    “I love you too, Deck.”
    And suddenly, just like that, everything’s
OK.
    Isn’t it ?
-1 5-
    I text Trev.
    Deck: Dino Moretti came after me today.
Threw a Molotov into Blaze’s building. I’m hanging with her
tonight. But tomorrow, wanna go hunting?
    Trev: Name the time.
    Deck: I’ll call. Ask Skate if he’ll watch
Blaze. Lots happening around her. Makes me nervous.
    Minutes later.
    Skate: No probs. Pity I’ll miss the hunt.
Leave a piece for me.
    “ Your secret girlfriend?” Blaze asks as we
get to my car.
    “Nah, just updating Trev on what
happened.”
    “And what did he say?”
    So I don’t tell the whole truth. Does that count as a lie? “He’s
pissed.”
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    The Belieber party is exactly what
you’d expect it to be: A
bunch of rich teenagers (barely out of their tweens actually)
partying it up with OJ in their hands and braces on their teeth.
Two adult chaperones mill about looking like Hogwarts
disciplinarians.
    Regardless, I can’t help being amazed by a few incredible
things—incredible to me. Because I suppose they’re pretty normal
actually. Or so I’ve heard...
    One. The kids are happy. Truly and
wonderfully happy. No
booze, no drugs, and nothing even close to sex near them. (Well,
except for the heated discussion at point two, below.)
    Two. There aren’t any drugs anywhere.
Nowhere. Not even a spiked punch. The most exciting thing at the
party is a heated discussion (within earshot of the DJ box) of
where to play Spin the Bottle and whether or not they’re willing to
do first base “with tongue.” (Which is quickly vetoed away by our
birthday girl, Alanna Shrewsbury, with the revealing statement:
“There isn’t a freaking chance in hell I’m letting Brayden
Worthington kiss that skank Rebecca with his tongue if the bottle
lands on them!”)
    And, Three: Blaze is happy. Despite
Bieber’s Somebody to Love playing in the background (which sounds like the smashing
windows and the screeching tires of a jackknifing truck on black
ice to me), she’s happy. Not a care in the world. Just a bunch of
people dancing away to the beats she produces. Beats which they enjoy. Not me, not her. The
crowd.
    I figure