American Honey

"And for your information, I don't use that line on every woman." He says against my ear. His breath sends chills running down my spine and my knees almost buckle. "You have the most beautiful emerald green eyes I've ever seen." All I can do is cock my head to the side and stare at him in awe. Beau seems to be full of panty dropping lines and I'll be damned if mine aren't begging him to rip them off now. I don't care that I don't know him.

The song ends and a big part of me is disappointed. Something about being that close to him felt too right. The kind of right that I've never felt before.

The band suddenly switches to a fast upbeat Cajun song. My eyes widen and escape suddenly becomes necessary. Beau doesn't let go of me though. "Do you know how to dance to this?"

"No, I think I'm just going to go back to the bar."

"It's easy," He says with that grin. "Just follow my lead.” Before I know it, I'm laughing like a fool and enjoying the hell out of myself. Now that I think about it, dad used to dance with me in the kitchen back when he and mom were together. I guess the Cajun never left my blood.

By the time the song ends, I'm out of breath and practically dying of thirst. I all but leave Beau behind to go order a beer. Sienna walks up beside me wearing a grin that would rival a Cheshire cat.

"So, Beau Granger huh? You move quick, you just got in town."

"What are you talking about? He helped me change my tire earlier."

"You don't remember him do you?" She asks.

Dumbfounded, I shake my head. I have no clue who he is. "He was that chubby kid you used to tease the fuck out of. He was so glad when you moved. I'm taking it he either doesn't remember you or he's so into you he doesn't give a shit. "

My eyes dart back over to the ever so sexy Beau Granger making his way over to me. This is the poor boy I teased relentlessly and now I just want to jump his bones? What the fuck?

Chapter 4

The rest of the night was spent full of dancing and drinks. I racked my brain over and over again trying to remember Beau Granger from when I was younger. It suddenly hits me like a ton of bricks. I used to call him “Busty Beau.” He was indeed a chubby boy and he had boobs that would make a teenage girl jealous. We were in our preteens and he made a comment to me one day which resulted in backlash, and Busty Beau was born. He hated me for that, it was one of those nicknames that stuck and soon everyone was calling him that. Now, he could rival a freaking God with how amazing he looks. He’s no longer Busty Beau, he’s beautiful-knock-my-fucking-socks-off Beau and I am not sure I want him to know who I am just yet, if ever. He’d surely hate me even more and then my summer would be ruined.

I felt even guiltier when he walked Sienna and I out to the car. I had stopped drinking once Sienna pointed out who he was. I really wish she hadn’t done that. He offered me drink after drink, but I politely declined, making up the excuse that I was the designated driver of the night. Sienna gave me the craziest look, but didn’t say another word. I was sure she caught on to what I was doing. I definitely didn’t need to get drunk and then blab everything about who I was. I do hope to be able to apologize to him one day. He leaned in and placed the perfect kiss on my cheek. His lips felt like heaven and oh how I wanted to feel my lips on his, but guilt flooded me.

I’m lying in the spare bedroom in Sienna’s apartment staring at the ceiling. It’s only a

bout 8 a.m. and I’m not sure if she’s awake yet, so I just continue to stare. Beau freaking Granger. I can’t get him out of my mind no matter what I do. Thirty minutes pass and I decide it’s time to get up and take a shower. I need to get a new tire as soon as possible. I let the water run over my body as the nights events continue to play over and over again in my head. Why can’t I let this go? It’s the past. Who cares who he was then, even if it was me who started it all? No one in this town has seen me in years, no one will recognize me.

I step out of the shower and dry off. I pull my long blonde hair into a messy bun and decide it can air dry. The humidity will have it dry in like five seconds. I throw on a pair of shorts with a t-shirt and my favorite sandals. Sienna is sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee. She grins widely when she sees me and points towards the coffee pot.

“Morning Shay. Grab yourself a cup, there is plenty.”

I walk straight to the cabinet and grab a snowflake coffee cup. I fill it to the brim and add just a tad bit of creamer. I sit across from her and let the warm liquid slide down my throat. “Mmmm, this is so good.”

“I believe that’s the same thing you said after Beau kissed your cheek last night.” She smiles.

I look at her glaring. “Did you have to bring him up?”

“What? I’m sure you dreamt of Busty Beau all night long. Didn’t he develop nicely?” she continues to grin.

“Oh my god, Sienna. I did not dream of him all night. And yes, I suppose he did.”

“Freshman year, he walked in and everyone was like who the hell is that? I had a class with him and no one had really figured it out yet. When the teacher called roll and I heard his name, girl, I could not believe it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.

“Well, you lived way up north, what would it have mattered?” She makes a good point so all I do is continue to sip my coffee and nod. “What do you want to do today?”

“Well, I need a new tire. If you could tell me where to go, that would be awesome.”

She taps the side of her coffee cup in deep thought before rattling off the name of a place to me. When I look at her like a deer in the headlights, she offers to come with me. She goes and gets dressed and within the hour we are sitting in my car and on our way.

It’s hard to concentrate on driving in this city I’m not familiar with, when all I can think about is Beau. I want to see him again. If I don’t see him for the rest of this summer, well that’s just something I don’t want to think about. We pull into a local tire shop and I park the car. I walk inside and tell the man behind the counter what I need. He takes down my info and Sienna and I sit inside the cramped waiting room.

The news is on the TV, but my mind is too busy racing to pay any attention to it. I look over at Sienna and see that she is intently searching Facebook on her phone. I nearly fall out of my chair when I see she is on Beau Granger’s profile.