Blink: 1 (Rebel Minds) Read Online Free
Author: C.B. Stone
want to laugh, but it’s not funny.
I turn back to the shopkeeper and order my pastries to go. After paying, I step out into the sunlight, a light breeze wafting across my face, lifting the hair from my neck and making me shiver. I clutch my jean jacket closer to me and head to my car, my mind churning. It’s so strange. I’ve never even been here before and I’m not really sure why I’m here in the first place. I already have a favorite bakery, right next to the park where I like to sit and write songs. But today, for some unexplainable reason, I came here. To a bakery I’ve never even heard of.
Once in my car I rest my head back against the seat, closing my eyes tiredly. Maybe you are crazy, Aria. Or maybe you’re just seeing what you want to see.
I want Wisdom to be real more than anything. My mind can’t help but continue to reject the idea that he was only a dream, like Sierra keeps insisting. Figment of my imagination or not, he’s the man I fell deeply in love with. And the man I lost in one, terrifying instant.
Chapter 11
I’ll search the earth, the moon, the stars
I’ll give away everything that once was ours
But I’ll never know a thing more true
As the day I fell in love with you
T he leaves rustling in the trees are my only applause, but I don’t care. I set my guitar on the grass next to me and lie down. My gaze restlessly searches the sky for answers to questions my heart won’t stop asking.
I penned the words weighing on my soul, just to get them out, but they don’t make me feel any better. Just a little more lost. A little more lonely.
My lips quirk in a half smile. At least I’m writing. That’s something. The song is coming together, but it still feels incomplete. Like a fairy tale without an ending. I want to find my prince charming. I want to kiss that frog. I wrinkle my nose. No, scratch that, no frogs. But a kiss from a beast could be cool. I roll my eyes at the randomness of my thoughts.
My stomach grumbles and I shift against the prickly grass, realizing I haven’t eaten in…a long time. Climbing to my feet, I pack up my guitar and start toward my car. I’m just coming around the crumbling walls of the rec house when I slam into someone. More like something —he’s so solid I think I’ve hit a wall for a second. “Oomph!” I almost lose my balance and he puts a hand out to steady me.
His grip is firm and his hand warm on my bare skin. The jolt of electricity shooting through me at his touch yanks my gaze to his.
Wisdom .
“You again.”
The man named Jameson— my Wisdom —looks less than thrilled to see me. Annoyed, I frown in protest, “Hey, you ran into me, buddy.”
“Next time watch where you’re going.” His tone is gruff, his silvery-blue eyes swirling like storm clouds on the horizon. What is wrong with this guy? I frown. He may look like Wisdom, but he’s got the personality of a skunk. It stinks.
“I’d say the same to you.” I sniff, lifting my chin.
We stare off, both defiant, both unmoving.
Finally he shifts, his arms folding across his muscled chest, stepping back and putting a bit of distance between us. My body silently protests. “What are you doing here?” He lifts a brow, gazing into my eyes.
“What are you? The park police or something?” I sound like a petulant teenager.
“No.” He fights a grin. “Just… curious.”
I want to ask him why he would even care, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. I know he doesn’t want to be talking to me. Everything about his demeanor and attitude says that. But I can’t help but think his statement is an invitation.
One that I refuse to accept. I straighten my shoulders and brush past him heading to my car, keeping my head down. His good looks aren’t going to hold me here like some kind of infatuated statue.
“Hey, wait up. I asked you a question.” I hear shoes thumping behind me, and he outpaces me, stepping in front of me to halt my progress.
I stop, glaring
I turn back to the shopkeeper and order my pastries to go. After paying, I step out into the sunlight, a light breeze wafting across my face, lifting the hair from my neck and making me shiver. I clutch my jean jacket closer to me and head to my car, my mind churning. It’s so strange. I’ve never even been here before and I’m not really sure why I’m here in the first place. I already have a favorite bakery, right next to the park where I like to sit and write songs. But today, for some unexplainable reason, I came here. To a bakery I’ve never even heard of.
Once in my car I rest my head back against the seat, closing my eyes tiredly. Maybe you are crazy, Aria. Or maybe you’re just seeing what you want to see.
I want Wisdom to be real more than anything. My mind can’t help but continue to reject the idea that he was only a dream, like Sierra keeps insisting. Figment of my imagination or not, he’s the man I fell deeply in love with. And the man I lost in one, terrifying instant.
Chapter 11
I’ll search the earth, the moon, the stars
I’ll give away everything that once was ours
But I’ll never know a thing more true
As the day I fell in love with you
T he leaves rustling in the trees are my only applause, but I don’t care. I set my guitar on the grass next to me and lie down. My gaze restlessly searches the sky for answers to questions my heart won’t stop asking.
I penned the words weighing on my soul, just to get them out, but they don’t make me feel any better. Just a little more lost. A little more lonely.
My lips quirk in a half smile. At least I’m writing. That’s something. The song is coming together, but it still feels incomplete. Like a fairy tale without an ending. I want to find my prince charming. I want to kiss that frog. I wrinkle my nose. No, scratch that, no frogs. But a kiss from a beast could be cool. I roll my eyes at the randomness of my thoughts.
My stomach grumbles and I shift against the prickly grass, realizing I haven’t eaten in…a long time. Climbing to my feet, I pack up my guitar and start toward my car. I’m just coming around the crumbling walls of the rec house when I slam into someone. More like something —he’s so solid I think I’ve hit a wall for a second. “Oomph!” I almost lose my balance and he puts a hand out to steady me.
His grip is firm and his hand warm on my bare skin. The jolt of electricity shooting through me at his touch yanks my gaze to his.
Wisdom .
“You again.”
The man named Jameson— my Wisdom —looks less than thrilled to see me. Annoyed, I frown in protest, “Hey, you ran into me, buddy.”
“Next time watch where you’re going.” His tone is gruff, his silvery-blue eyes swirling like storm clouds on the horizon. What is wrong with this guy? I frown. He may look like Wisdom, but he’s got the personality of a skunk. It stinks.
“I’d say the same to you.” I sniff, lifting my chin.
We stare off, both defiant, both unmoving.
Finally he shifts, his arms folding across his muscled chest, stepping back and putting a bit of distance between us. My body silently protests. “What are you doing here?” He lifts a brow, gazing into my eyes.
“What are you? The park police or something?” I sound like a petulant teenager.
“No.” He fights a grin. “Just… curious.”
I want to ask him why he would even care, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. I know he doesn’t want to be talking to me. Everything about his demeanor and attitude says that. But I can’t help but think his statement is an invitation.
One that I refuse to accept. I straighten my shoulders and brush past him heading to my car, keeping my head down. His good looks aren’t going to hold me here like some kind of infatuated statue.
“Hey, wait up. I asked you a question.” I hear shoes thumping behind me, and he outpaces me, stepping in front of me to halt my progress.
I stop, glaring
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