I"m so sorry...
She lied to us.
It"s not her fault.
She"s fine. She"s fine. Nothing happened.
I believed him. He said I was beautiful... It is my fault.
As the initial violent spinning lessens, I"m able to count.
Dr. Brodie taught me counting helps find the end. It works.
At 100, I move to my next ritual. I turn my attention to the jellyfish nightlight. I count farther and wait for the light to change from a pulsing white blob back into a cute mood lamp with three jellyfish swimming inside.
Like I said. I love this thing. The jellyfish are friends. Sort of. Witnesses, mostly.
Either way, I can"t survive this without them.
When I"m able to see the details of their transparent, paper-thin tentacles, I know it"s safe for me to move. That"s when I stop counting. If I stop too soon, I end up crying like a freak and sometimes I can"t stop. It scares my family. Heck, it scares me too.
Tonight, I don"t let myself move until I reach number 459.
Not the worst number, but last month I had made it down to the 20"s. I thought it was going to count down to zero and finally be over for me.
I believed what everyone else believed. That I was getting better. Guess not.
I reach for a pen and scratch the number into the column of numbers I"ve carved into the wood on my desk. My history book is still open on the final exam Study Guide. At least the stupid nightmare allowed me six good hours of sleep before surfacing. That"s way more than my usual. I"ll be feeling good for the first round of finals.
Better, I"ll be able to hang around with the family and have breakfast instead of driving off early to nap. We can all sit together and talk about my new job...and how much I really like my new friend. My new friend that is also a guy.
My heart races in a good way as green eyes and a dimple erase all remaining shreds of the nightmare from my mind. I imagine the proud, happy smiles of Mom, Dad, and Kika when I mention that my new friend is really cute. I won"t even have to lie about that. It will also kill them when I refuse to tell his name. Not yet.
Oh. What Progress!
Glimmers of success, and the possibilities ahead replace my last jagged heartbeats with an amazing feeling of hope.
Chapter Six.
Gray It"s Monday lunch hour. I"ve been avoiding talking to Jess all day, mostly because I"ve been telling myself I need more time to think of exactly what I"m going to say to her. Besides, I have no idea how we"re supposed to start this whole rent-a-boyfriend thing. But of course, that"s not the direct truth. I"m simply afraid, as usual. Gray Porter, the chicken-s.h.i.t, loser is afraid of Jess Jordan, the hundred pound girl. Again. Still. Always. At least I can admit it. Besides, she seems to be avoiding me, too.
"c.r.a.p," I mutter and step back a little as I spot Jess exit the building.
She never hangs outside at lunch, but nothing"s on schedule during finals. Today, everyone"s cleaning out lockers and milling around. My friends have also spotted Jess walking across the quad. We usually comment on anything out of the ordinary crossing our vantage point on the high steps leading to the teacher parking lot. Jess Jordan, when sighted, is always an easy target for conversation.
"Look. Jess Jordan"s stealing one of the Bunsen burners and some beakers to boot," says my best friend, Corey Nash. He"s moved to the edge of the steps to get a better view of the giant pile of stuff she"s hauling toward her car. "That girl would so be the type to have some sort of secret school supply theft ring. She might be selling stuff on eBay or Craigslist right now. She probably makes millions, and no one"s caught on yet!"
"Doubtful. She already has more money than G.o.d," Claire Bradford pipes in, trying to catch my eye.
I ignore her. Claire"s not part of our usual crowd. She"s been hanging around a lot. Corey says she"s flirting with him, but our friend Mich.e.l.le says she"s into me. I hope not. She"s pretty, but she"s mean and she talks way too much. Like right now.
"She"s not stealing," Claire continues. "She has her very own set of weirdo science junk." Claire smiles, and tosses her super straightened-almost stiff looking hair around her shoulders.
"How do you know?" Corey asks, sliding closer to her. I almost laugh because he"s totally trying to look down her shirt. Claire"s so focused on me, she has no clue.
"Jess was my lab partner this entire semester. Mrs. Smith loves that girl. They"re constantly chatting about supplies and actual science. I think Jess helps the teacher order the stuff for cla.s.s...like for fun. Jess Jordan is such a geek."
She flips her hair again, and I can tell she"s hoping I"ll turn to look at her.
I don"t.
"Brutal," says Corey, shooting Claire his sympathetic, *interested look". Corey"s hoping his focus on Claire will get him some action. But mostly, he wants to make Mich.e.l.le jealous for rejecting him last month. "How"d you survive working with her?" Corey mock-shudders.
"I got an amazing grade. But, she was just so harsh. If it weren"t for the part where she called me stupid with her eyes every single day, I"d beg to be her partner next year," Claire says.
"Come on," I defend Jess. "She"s not so bad. She"s...nice actually. If you get to know her."
"Smoke-crack-much, Porter? Jess Jordan is like every female super villain I can think of: hot, smart, dangerous and frightening as h.e.l.l," Corey snickers. "No way is she nice."
Adding a sulky pout, Claire joins in, "I can"t believe you"d say she"s hot."
I try again. "Jess is anything but a super villain. And yeah, she"s amazing hot," I add because I know it will make Claire mad. And because it"s true.
Corey blinks at me. His smile fades when he gets I"m serious. Thankfully, he"s too stunned to speak. For Corey Nash, this a rare moment.
Mich.e.l.le finally joins us along with half of her cheerleading squad. The three of us have been best friends forever.
"What"s the topic?" Mich.e.l.le ramps in as she and her friends drop their backpacks and dig into lunches.
"Gray is suddenly convinced Jess Jordan is nice," Corey says, shooting Mich.e.l.le a look.
Mich.e.l.le raises one dark eyebrow at me. "Really?"
"I hung out with her at the interview, and yes I think she"s nice. So what?"
"Holy c.r.a.p. The girl must have pummeled your head," Corey adds.
I can tell he"s about to burst out laughing. There will be no more moments of silence coming from him.
"Of course she was nice...to you. You could make any girl be nice." Claire winks at me and licks her lips. It"s all I can do not to cringe.
Mich.e.l.le pulls a face, fluttering her eyes behind Claire"s back. "Who got the job?"
"We both got it. Jess and I are going to share the internship. So...I guess...get used to her hanging around me. Maybe you"ll see for yourselves. She"s cool."
"I thought they only ever took on one applicant?" Mich.e.l.le frowns. She was one of the hopeful interviewees, but she got axed immediately.
"Yeah...I know." I stop and scour my brain for something to say that isn"t a lie. "They created two spots at the last minute because they liked us both so much. I get paid...so...I"m good with it. Cool...huh?" I shrug. My throat has gone completely dry, and I can"t meet Mich.e.l.le"s eyes. She"ll be able to tell something"s off-if she hasn"t already noticed.
"And he gets paid so much. It"s not fair." Corey laughs, smug with the amount I"d told him last night. "Too bad Gray"s going to have to bow down and lick Jess Jordan"s feet all summer. If they make that girl your boss on any level-you need to quit. No money is worth being bossed around by that." He jerks his head toward Jess.
I can"t answer. I only shake my head and curb the impulse I have to punch my best friend. Then I feel bad for that thought. I"m the one who"s shifted the balance by acting out of the norm, not Corey. I"m the one about to pretend to fall for Jess Jordan. I can"t even imagine what they"re going to say when I launch that batch of madness in their faces.
Worse, I can"t tell them the truth, and we"ve sworn to never lie to each other. Never. But I need to talk to Jess first. Find out what"s okay with her. Figure out boundaries. It"s only been one day, but leaving Mich.e.l.le and Corey out of the loop is going to make this painful. Mostly because I"m a terrible actor.
"Poor girl. She"s too loaded down," Mich.e.l.le adds, watching Jess stop to balance her mountain of stuff. "Should have made two trips, I think. Hey...is that our laboratory equipment?"
"It"s hers. Claire knows all about it, don"t you?" I say, flicking my first real glance at Claire. She grins and I try to smile back. But now that I think I"m an actor, I can"t get rid of the idea that I"m trapped on some sort of stage.
Bombing my lines.
I smile wider at Claire and try again. "Isn"t that right, Claire Bradford...who got a great grade in science this year."
"What"s the deal with you today, Gray? You seem off. Stay up too late studying?" Mich.e.l.le crosses her arms.
c.r.a.p. At least she didn"t point out that I just sounded like a freak robot.
I toss another cardboard smile at Claire. She looks startled because I"m finally paying her some real attention. Only her expression is sort of creeped-out.
Who can blame her? I"m creeped-out on myself. Whatever. I already have a girlfriend.
I choke back a laugh at that thought, and toss a glance at a very confused Corey. Mich.e.l.le is still frowning at me, waiting for me to answer.
I"m waiting for someone to tell me my next lines, or at least scream "FRAUD!" But no one does. They only blink like they don"t recognize me. Perfect.
I turn away and stare at Jess. The alien-magnet thing that happened to me yesterday ramps back in-along with one of those odd, painful heart-flips. She"s slowed to a snail"s pace, looking quite pitiful. And alone.
Suddenly, chasing after Jess Jordan, the girl I have no idea how to talk to, seems way better than hanging here and lying to my best friends.
"I-I"ll go. I mean...you"re right, Mich.e.l.le." The robot voice won"t die.
"What?" says Mich.e.l.le.
My eyes feel wild as they dart from face to face. "Someone should help her, huh?"
"Who? Dude!! Not you. You don"t work for her-yet! Or do you?" Corey shouts, but I"m already bolting down the steps with a quick glance over my shoulder.
Their mouths have all dropped open. Wide. From the shocked, p.i.s.sed-off look on Claire"s face, I can tell it won"t be long before her gossip train leaves the tracks.
Good.
I"m going to need all the help I can get.
Chapter Seven.
Jess I shift the ma.s.sive pile of year-end locker junk so I can catch my pink hoodie before it slides off my shoulder. With the load rebalanced and the pressure off my aching arms, I contemplate for the zillionth time the insane deal I"d struck yesterday.
I can hardly believe any of it really happened. Since I haven"t seen or heard from Gray Porter once today, I"m beginning to suspect he"s changed his mind.
Mr. Foley"s only requirement had been no slacking off or whining about me not having any funding later on. I"ll prove myself to him. The job was my goal, never the cash. He"ll see how happy I am. After we"d sealed the deal, Mr. Foley had taken me on a facility tour.
Gray didn"t stick around because he"d already had the tour the day before.
It seems he"s kept his mouth shut as promised-about me, about the deal and apparently, everything. So far I"ve not been the target of any unusual snide remarks in the hallways. Despite the finals schedule, everyone"s been treating me the same-ignoring or avoiding me-as usual.
Not counting my family, of course.
They"ve been beaming at me like a toddler who"d finally made it to the big girl potty. Mom even chose to ignore my yelling at her like a jerk last night. This morning, when I didn"t head off early, she fixed me poached eggs and apologized to me for invading my privacy!
That"s about as twisted as me hiring a boyfriend for the summer.
I"m letting myself hope that Gray hasn"t approached me because he doesn"t want to start our relationship until school is over on Friday. Maybe he thinks it will be easier with fewer witnesses to his shame. I don"t blame him. I"ll just ignore him too, until the first day of work. Once we"re forced to share the tiny intern office Mr. Foley gave us, things should move along just fine. Gray made it pretty clear he needed that money. To get it, he"s got to show up, eventually.
Like I"ve conjured him with my thoughts, Gray Porter is suddenly standing in front of me.
Staring. Again.
Rather than slam into him with my mouth hanging open, I skid to a very ungraceful stop and hold tight to my science kit, my beakers and my Bunsen Burner. The books, papers and other less valuable things fall on his feet.
"Really?" I say, keeping my tone sarcastic to cover my racing heart. "Could you not have given me some warning?"
This time, I don"t even try to save my hoodie from falling because I"ve made the ultimate mistake of looking at his face. Having no other choice, I try to keep myself steady and solidify my bearings. Obviously, I"m allergic to beautiful, green, sparkling things. Like his stupid eyes.
"It"s called paying attention," he says, copying my sarcasm. "I thought you"d see me. Good save on the breakables." He laughs and drops down to scoop up my stuff.
I still haven"t been able to move. How is it this one person can shake my control so easily? He smiles up at me and tosses me a wink. Of course my legs turn to rubber.
"Is this a habit of yours?" he asks.
"What?"
"Dropping stuff whenever you first see me? It"s kind of cute. Flattering," he adds, straightening while easily holding all of my stuff in his giant arms.
I"ve recovered enough to roll my eyes. "Maybe the habit is connected to your urge to rifle through my private things every time you see me?"