Free Forever Love by Jade Whitfield Page A

of us."
    I'm left speechless, my hearts beating out of my chest. The butterflies are doing all kinds of tricks in my stomach. I stand there, just staring at the delectable guy now standing in front of me, telling me he's not gonna give up, that he thinks I'm the best thing that could ever happen to him. He comes closer as I stand there completely immobile. I don’t think I could move if I wanted to. He bends a little towards me, giving me a soft gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth that sends tingles over my lips. I close my eyes and soak up the feeling of his mouth on my own, even if for just a second. He comes close to my ear.
    "I'm not giving up Liv. I'm the guy for you and I'm gonna damn well make you see it too." He whispers in my ear, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.
    And then he's gone, Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I've finally lost my mind but deep down, there's a part of me that hopes he's right.

Chapter 7
    Liv (Again)
    I storm into the kitchen, ready to have a total bitch fit. My Dad's sitting at the counter reading his morning paper and everyone else is God knows where. I'm instantly grateful that Noah's not here as I've had enough of picturing his face all night as it is. To say I'm in a pissy mood would be the understatement of the year.
    "That’s it, I've had enough of that little fucker. He's gotta go."
    My Dad sighs and lowers his paper as if I'm being a big fucking inconvenience with my little girl problems.
    "Language Liv."
    "Control the rodent and I wouldn’t feel the need to use my so called language."
    "What's happened?" I drop my soiled shoe on the countertop in front of him. See how fucking blasé he is when there's fucking shit where he eats.
    "That damn cat shit in my shoe."
    Of course at that moment, everyone else has to come walking through the door. Noah, with his tight blue t shirt and light faded jeans makes me lose my train of thought for a second. He looks a whole lot better than I do with my clothes half hazardly thrown on and my hair a wet mess.
    "What did Sylvester do?" Pam says all concerned and shit.
    It's her fucking cat so its her fucking fault in my book. I point to my precious taupe Kurt Geiger chunky sandal lying on the countertop. Everyone gathers round it like it's some alien autopsy.
    "Your cat crapped in my two hundred dollar shoe. He-" I have to take a deep breath to calm myself before I run up the stairs and strangle the little poufed up fucker. "He looked at me as he fucking did it."
    The room is silent, apart from Chase whose trifling through the cupboards. Everyone bursts out laughing. Un-fucking-believable. Maybe I should shit in all their shoes, see how they like it.
    "Aaaaaaaaaarrrrggggghhhhhhh" I screech as I storm back out the room up the stairs.
    My Dad the traitorous bastard is meant to be on my side and Noah, yeah this a great way to win me over. I slam my bedroom door, causing the wall the shake as I turn to look at my one surviving shoe. I swear I only left the room for fifteen damn minutes to come back to the cat squatting over my new shoes. I fight the urge to throw the shoe outta the window, maybe it would land on one of their windshields, bet they wouldn’t think it was oh so funny then. I grab my hairdryer from the drawer, plugging it in and then blasting my hair. Since apparently Sylvester the little asshat furball is an inside cat I'm considering just leaving the front door open for the ratfaced fucker.
    I've had about two hours of sleep, I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing Noah's green pools staring back at me. If that wasn’t bad enough, it's my first day at a new school and I look like shit. Aaaah who cares if I'm a little late anyway, my appearance is much more important than some diploma. Damn I sound just like Pams mom. That woman's enough to make me consider gaining a hundred and fifty pounds if it will get her off my back. Woman seems to think I aspire to be Honey fucking Boo Boo.
    I straighten my hair and I don’t know what the hell I