November 9 by Colleen Hoover EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Colleen Hoover
- ISBN: 978-1501110344
- Language: English
- Genre: New Adult & College Romance, American Literature, Contemporary Romance (Books)
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Size: 1 MB
- Page: 320
- Price: Free
First November
9th
I am translucent, aquatic.
Drifting, aimless.
She is an anchor, sinking in my sea.
—BENTON JAMES KESSLER
Fallon
I wonder what kind of sound it would make if I were to smash this glass
against the side of his head.
It’s a thick glass. His head is hard. The potential for a nice big THUD is
there.
I wonder if he would bleed. There are napkins on the table, but not the
good kind that could soak up a lot of blood.
“So, yeah. I’m a little shocked, but it’s happening,” he says.
His voice causes my grip to tighten around the glass in hopes that it stays
in my hand and doesn’t actually end up against the side of his skull.
“Fallon?” He clears his throat and tries to soften his words, but they still
come at me like knives. “Are you going to say anything?”
I stab the hollow part of an ice cube with my straw, imagining that it’s his
head.
“What am I supposed to say?” I mumble, resembling a bratty child,
rather than the eighteen-year-old adult that I am. “Do you want me to
congratulate you?”
My back meets the booth behind me and I fold my arms across my chest.
I look at him and wonder if the regret I see in his eyes is a result of
disappointing me or if he’s simply acting again. It’s only been five minutes
since he sat down, and he’s already turned his side of the booth into his
stage. And once again, I’m forced to be his audience.
His fingers drum the sides of his coffee cup as he watches me silently for
several beats.
Taptaptap.
Taptaptap.
Taptaptap.
He thinks I’ll eventually give in and tell him what he wants to hear, but
he hasn’t been around me enough in the last two years to know that I’m not
that girl anymore.
When I refuse to acknowledge his performance, he eventually sighs and
drops his elbows to the table. “Well, I thought you’d be happy for me.”
I force a quick shake of my head. “Happy for you?”
He can’t be serious.
He shrugs, and a smug smile takes over his already irritating expression.
“I didn’t know I had it in me to become a father again.”
A loud burst of disbelieving laughter escapes my mouth. “Releasing
sperm into the vagina of a twenty-four-year-old does not a father make,” I
say, somewhat bitterly.
His smug smile disappears, and he leans back and cocks his head to the
side. The head-cock was always his go-to move when he wasn’t sure how to
react onscreen. “Just look like you’re contemplating something deep and
it’ll pass for almost any emotion. Sad, introspective, apologetic,
sympathetic.” He must not recall that he was my acting coach for most of
my life, and this look was one of the first he taught me.
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