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Beautiful Disaster
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Author: Kylie Adams
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lights, unlooping it from around a heavy ceramic planter and rolling it into a tight circle. “Maybe you want to keep these,” he suggested. “You know, for sentimental reasons.”
    “I’m Christina,” she murmured. “Christina Perez.” She paused a beat. “So Carb …are you simple or complex?”
    He grinned, appreciating her clever play on words. “ Very complex. Don’t let the pretty-boy package fool you. Oh, shit, here we go again…”
    And then Christina lost it, hurling once more, retching out her guts until it felt like she had no stomach lining left. By the end, she was cold, exhausted, and sweating profusely.
    “You don’t drink a lot, do you?” Carb asked.
    Wearily, Christina tilted her head upward. “Try never.”
    “So what made you go hard-core?” His interest seemed sincere.
    Christina took in a deep breath. The final purge brought with it the looming sensation that the worst of the alcohol sickness was behind her…and the twisted sobriety that the worst of her life was still in front of her. “My mother is sending me to a treatment center in Mississippi that promises to ‘de-gay’ teenagers.”
    “That’s some heavy shit,” Carb remarked. “It certainly explains the drinking and the jumping.”
    “I didn’t jump,” Christina murmured. “I thought about it…but I didn’t do it.” She glanced over at the ledge in question, shivering slightly. “I slipped.”
    The expression on Carb’s face told her that he harbored serious doubt about her version of the truth. “Well, the next time you ‘slip,’ do what most girls do: swallow a few pills, and then call someone to tell them what you did.”
    “I’m not suicidal,” Christina insisted.
    “Maybe you are, but you’re just not fully committed to it.”
    She looked at him. “Who are you?”
    “Carb Duffy. Pay attention. We’ve already been over that. Now if you don’t mind my opinion, this de-gay camp isn’t worth a nine-story jump. Just refuse to go. Tell your mom to eat shit and die.”
    Christina shook her head. “You don’t know my mother.” She rolled her eyes. “Or maybe you do. She’s running for a Florida Senate—”
    Carb stopped her. “ Paulina Perez is your mother?”
    Christina nodded.
    “And you’re the girl who created that manga using Vanity St. John as a model? What’s it called?”
    “ Harmony Girl ,” Christina replied quietly.
    “Yeah, that’s right, Harmony Girl .” Carb regarded her strangely. “Your artwork knocked me out. You shouldn’t be jumping off buildings. You should be—”
    “I didn’t jump!” Christina cried out in amused frustration. “God! You’re driving me crazy!”
    “Crazy enough to jump again?” Carb joked.
    “As a matter of fact, yes .” Christina laughed.
    Carb laughed, too. “What are you doing in New York? I take it you still live in Florida.”
    She nodded. “Miami. I’m here on spring break with some friends.”
    “So maybe you should stay,” Carb suggested. “Hang out in the city for a while.”
    Christina just sat there. He made it sound so easy. And they all made it look so easy—Vanity, Dante, Max, and Pippa—doing whatever they wanted with no maniac parent scrutinizing their every move. “You mean run away?”
    If necessary, the staff of Salvation Pointe will come to this house and take you by force. And it’s not kidnapping when your mother signs the consent form .
    She played back Paulina’s threat in her mind, recalling the determination in her eyes, the conviction in her voice. There was no escaping this. Christina felt cornered, like a wounded animal.
    “I don’t mean ‘run away,’ ” Carb clarified. “It doesn’t have to be a Lifetime movie. Just stay somewhere else until things calm down.”
    “My mother would consider that running away,” Christina said helplessly.
    “Well, I’ve got a place in Chelsea if you change your mind. It’s small but nice. I’m a neat freak. Chances are I won’t even be there. Tomorrow I
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