Free A Fine Line by Courtney Brandt

their general direction and that was usually all it took. Furthermore, the majority of American girls fell in the same category. In fact, it had been even easier because of the whole accent thing. But with Lucy…
    What did you think was going to happen? Just because you watched her at a game you would somehow be magically part of her world?
    Possibly…
    She’s had her own thing long before you ever came on the scene and no amount of glorious British accent is going to change that.
    Maybe my gesture wasn’t big enough.
    What are you talking about? The moment’s over. It’s passed. Move on.
    I could take dance lessons.
    Listen to yourself! Has she given you anything to indicate that she actually likes you?
    Wes knew what the answer to that was.
    Then get over it and move on. The ship has sailed.
     
    Lucy was torn as she walked away from Wes. The look of disappointment on his face was not one that she wanted to see again any time soon.
    Was that all because I didn’t talk to him?
    Concentrate. Remember that you were just speaking with Wes Mallinson – God’s gift to women at FHHS. I’m sure your walking away from him did not cause a moment of disappointment in his world. Plus, remember that guy on the phone with you right now? The guy that you hung up on last time you talked?
    Yes?
    Talk to him – you owe it to the both of you.
    “Hey, Sam,” Lucy said quietly.
    “Hey, Luce. How was the game? Did you guys pull the stunt off?”
    See, this is what boyfriends and girlfriends talk about. Normal things. Sharing information. Small talk and conversation.
    “It was pretty much awesome. I’m going to try and upload the show with our new ‘addition’ so you can see it.”
    “That would be great.”
    Lucy continued, “And you’ll never believe this! Izzo’s going to include our part in the show permanently.”
    “Really? Wow – that’s great!”
    Even though they were miles apart, the following silence was palpable. Lucy took a deep breath and said in a more wavering voice than she meant to use, “So, I’m sorry about the other day. I don’t know what came over me.”
    “Lucy—”
    “I mean, I was totally jumping to conclusions without even giving you time to talk.”
    “The thing is…”
    “The thing is what?”
    “Okay, so I don’t want to be a hypocrite.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    Sam sighed deeply into the phone, “The whole honesty thing.”
    Lucy could see Sam through the phone, raking a hand through his dark hair. He continued, “I wish there was some way I could see you.”
    Like a bolt of lightning, Lucy realized there was a way. Without thinking much further, she said, “There is.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “I mean, we need to do this the right way – in person.”
    Neither of them had to question what exactly “this” was. Lucy had seen Mandy and Gina enough break ups to know that this relationship deserved the right kind of time and energy and anything less than seeing Sam in person was just going to further complicate things. From the moment Sam had talked to her in the theater last year to the time they were at now, she wanted good memories and not months of dragging things out to their inevitable end.
    Lucy did some quick calculations in her head, “Where are you going to be this afternoon?”
    “Why?”
    “Just tell me.”
    “I’ll be around. Call my cell.”
    Hanging up, Lucy looked at her phone for a moment before she started dialing, “Mandy? Hey…I need a big favor.”
    Lucy really didn’t know what she was doing as she started her car and began driving. It wasn’t that she never broke the rules or anything, but this was a little extreme. She had told her parents that she was spending the night with Mandy, who was the only one who knew that she was really driving to State. There was something in Sam’s voice that Lucy had to see about in person or else she knew she would never be able to let it go. She didn’t feel like wasting her entire senior year