Текст книги "Dare You To"
Автор книги: Katie McGarry
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Ryan
BETH DIDN’T SHOW LAST NIGHT. I’m not
surprised. My parents are back in town, plus Beth spent the whole day and into the evening at the hospital Saturday and needed a day to rest. I hoped she would come though. I only saw her for a few seconds on Saturday and that was in front of Scott. She seemed so broken. I need to hold her and tell her I love her and I need to hear the words back.
I’ll catch her before school begins and spend the day trying to put a smile on her face. Lacy, Chris, and Logan will want to help. Between the four of us we can distract her.
I open the fridge, pull out a Gatorade, grab my keys from the counter, and swerve to avoid steamrolling my mother. “Sorry. I’ll see you at the game later.”
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my parents. There is no way either of them would make a scene in public.
“It’s early. Sit down.” Mom brushes past me.
She’s polished for the day. Dress pants.
Sweater set. Pearls. Mom will be on the social club prowl by lunch. Dad walks into the
kitchen from the formal dining room and
barely glances at Mom. The vacation was
supposed to save their marriage. Last night they slept in separate bedrooms.
My keys jingle in my hand. “I have some
stuff to take care of before school. Can we talk later?”
Mom eases into a seat at the table and
gestures for me to follow. I cock my hip
against the frame of the door instead.
“Fine.” Mom opens her right hand and like an accordion my condoms fly onto the table.
“Would you care to explain?”
My keys dig into my hand as I try to keep my anger in check. “You went through my
room?”
“We’re your parents. We have the right.”
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be damned if they see it on my face. How
much did they go through? Did they find my plaque from winning the writing competition?
Did they turn on my computer? Did they find my stories? This is exactly how they treated Mark when he first came home from college this summer. Right before he told them he was gay.
“I counted them,” Mom says. “There’s one
missing.”
I’ve never hated my mother before and, right now, I do. “What do you want?”
“Who is the girl?”
“I’m not telling you.” Not when Mom is
going to downgrade Beth to the girl I used a condom with. Mom will take something that was beautiful and twist it into something dirty.
“Is it a girl?” Dad asks.
My grip on the Gatorade tightens. “What is wrong with you?”
Dad pushes away from the door frame with
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have discussed it with you yesterday, but you were out. I did what I had to do to get some answers.”
“You wait for me, Mom. You don’t go
through my stuff.”
“Are you dating Beth Risk?” she demands.
“Or is she the girl you’re experimenting
with?” asks Dad.
Mom spins. “Andrew!”
“Some girls you date. Others you have sex with. Boys do this.”
“I’m aware of your behavior in high
school,” Mom says. “But my son will not be sleeping with one girl and dating another in public. Gwen deserves better than that. I deserved better than that!”
“Stop it!” I’m tired of the fighting.
“It was one night, Miriam!” Dad yells.
“Twenty-five years ago.”
I throw the Gatorade in my hand across the room. Glass shatters in the china cabinet and Mom holds her hands over her head. “Do you guys even hear yourselves anymore? Did you even bother listening to Mark? Do you even hear me? I’m not dating Gwen and leave Beth out of this!”
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“Ryan!” Dad bellows, but Mom puts her
hand up to silence him.
“Ryan,” she says slowly. Her hand plays
with the pearls around her neck. “Beth Risk isn’t who you think she is. Gwen grew
concerned when you continued to date Beth at school even after we forbade you to see her, so she went to her parents…again.”
I swear under my breath. Gwen doesn’t even understand the destruction she’s created.
Mom continues, “Don’t be mad at Gwen.
She cares for you and she did the right thing.
See, her father knows the truth about Beth. She didn’t move to New York with Scott all those years ago. Her father went to prison and her mother moved herself and Beth to Louisville.
Gwen’s mother knows the attendance clerk at Beth’s old school in Louisville.
“I’m sorry, Ryan, but sometimes children are destined to become nothing more than their own parents. Beth is a drug user. She’s been arrested and her reputation with boys at her old school…”
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order to break Beth and me up.
“Yes. She was there when her parents told us yesterday.”
With my keys tight in my hands, I turn my back to her.
“Ryan!” Mom calls from the kitchen. “Come back!”
She’s too late. I race out to the garage, start the Jeep, and peel out of the driveway. If Gwen knows, then that means she’ll tell the rest of the school.
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Beth
SCOTT PULLS INTO A SPOT next to the front entrance of school and places the car in park.
We’re early. Neither one of us said much
during breakfast. I didn’t eat. Neither did he.
“Are you sure you want to go today?” he
asks for the tenth time. “I’m okay if you stay home. Allison and I heard you pacing
downstairs so I know you didn’t sleep the past few nights. She’s worried about you and so am I.”
I’m too damned tired to even roll my eyes at the lie of Allison being concerned over me.
Mom and I were supposed to leave today. I was going to cut school and take a cab into Louisville. Then Mom and I would have left.
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tightness in my lungs, the feeling of
drowning.
I touch the ribbon on my wrist. “No. I want to go to school.” I need to see Ryan. He said I had roots here. I need to hear him say it again.
I need to laugh with Lacy. I want to smile when Logan and Chris egg each other on. I want to nail the anatomy quiz in science. I want to know that I’m not making the worst mistake of my life by leaving my mother
behind.
My backpack sits on the floorboard and I
hold my science book to my chest. I’m good at science. Really good. My teacher likes me.
Instead of yelling at me when I accidentally cursed while giving an answer, she laughed and winked. After class she told me to watch my fucking language. I earned a B on my last progress report and last week my teacher told me that I’m close to an A. Me, Beth Risk—I could get an A.
“I never wanted to tell you about the
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and money and how I’m leaving her behind
with Trent. Instead I try to focus on Lacy. She called me her best friend and she asked me to stay the night next weekend. Since I left Groveton at the age of eight, I’ve never had a sleepover with a friend. She said we’d eat frosting and watch movies. I have a best friend who’s a girl.
“You don’t look good, kid.”
I hit Trent Saturday, which means he’ll hit her. I choke as I attempt to breathe. How can I do this? I can’t leave her behind. “Mom swore to me she’d never do heroin.”
“I’m sorry,” he says in a simple way. Kind of like when a child finds out that Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny doesn’t exist. He’s sorry that the fantasy is over, but happy I’ve entered reality.
Mom doesn’t fight back when Trent hits her.
I should go into Louisville. “Dad shot up heroin. He sold it too.”
Scott turns off the car. “I didn’t know.”
I’m leaving Mom behind, but I owe her. She never left me. “He wasn’t bad when he shot up.
Mostly he slept. The needles scared me. Mom got real nervous if I played too close to them.”
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“What happened?”
Why didn’t Mom tell him? Or Shirley? Why
do I have to do it? “Dad didn’t want me.”
“Your dad was young. He didn’t know what
he wanted. It had nothing to do with you.”
True. Dad was seventeen when I was born.
Mom was fifteen. Dad knew he wanted her. He took her and made me. But Scott is missing the point. “He told me that himself because I, uh…made a mistake.” I am a mistake.
Scott stares at me with those blue eyes that are much gentler than Dad’s and much more full of life than Mom’s. I don’t want anger and bitterness in my eyes.
“When I was in third grade, a guy came to the trailer and at first everything was fine, but then he and Dad began to argue. The guy
reached to the back of his jeans and he pulled out a gun.” A shiver runs through my body. My eyes dart in front of me. I see my backpack, the floorboard, the stereo in the car, but my body reacts like I’m back in the trailer.
“He pointed it at Dad and when Dad laughed he pointed the gun at me. It was so close.”
Very close. Close enough I could feel the metal on my forehead. Mom screamed and warm
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urine streamed down my legs onto the floor.
“Elisabeth,” Scott softly urges.
“They argued some more and he cocked the
trigger.” It made a frightening sound—click, clitch. I rub the goose bumps forming on my arms. I knew I was going to die and I
remember praying to God that it wouldn’t hurt.
Mom screamed and screamed and screamed.
“Dad threw a sack of money at him. He
uncocked the gun and lowered it.” I ran. Past Mom, who collapsed on the floor crying. Past Dad, cursing the man out. Past the bathroom and into Mom and Dad’s bedroom. “I hid
under the bed and I called the police.”
Scott shakes his head as he stares out the windshield to the entrance of my school. “How much heroin was in the house?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “Mom found me
on the phone and she realized what I had done.
Dad was still trying to flush the heroin down the toilet when Lacy’s dad placed the
handcuffs on his wrist.” They cuffed Mom too and she cried so hard that her body shook.
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what he expects from me.
“Elisabeth is dead, Scott. Please stop calling me that.” I remember my father’s glare as Lacy’s dad walked me past them. I died to him in that moment. “Mom was put on probation.
Dad served six months. After he got out, he drove into Louisville to see me. He got down on his knees, looked me in the eye, and told me I was the worst thing that ever happened to him.” He stood. Faced my mother and asked if she was coming with him. Mom decided to
stay with me. “And he left.”
And Mom didn’t leave, because she chose
me. Even though she loved my father, she
stayed. I owe her.
Scott turns the car back on. “I’m taking you home.”
“No!” I need to get an A in science. I need to see Ryan, go to his game, and know I’m
making the right decision. I have a life here in Groveton and I need to be okay with letting my mom go. “I have a test today, then Ryan’s game after school. Let me do this.”
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means.
THE BELL RINGS as I slip into the building and I weave through the hallway filled with students. My own skin feels strange on my body. Almost like it’s too tight and needs to be shed. For years I focused on skipping class and today I fought to go to school. What is wrong with me?
A girl runs into my shoulder and laughs the moment she sees who she’s collided with.
“It’s her,” her friend loudly whispers.
The hair on the back of my neck stands on end. It’s me. What does that mean? I continue down the hallway and a group of guys stop talking and watch as I walk past. I clutch the science book as a shield. I didn’t even garner this much attention on my first day.
Screw them. I want to find Ryan and go to science. He won the writing competition and he has his last game this afternoon. I haven’t even properly congratulated him. I round the corner and stop the moment I spot a crowd of people near my locker.
An underclassman nods her head in my
direction. “She’s here.”
The whispering and laughing cease and
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people distance themselves from me and
my locker. Dread forces all hope to abandon my body. Written on my locker is the word I fear the most: whore.
Whore.
I slept with Ryan on Friday night.
Whore.
But he came to the hospital Saturday. He
texted and called on Sunday, but I was too exhausted to call back. Ryan cares.
Whore.
I spin on my heel and try to escape down the hallway—away from my locker, away from the whispers and the laughter. I round a corner and slam into a friend of Gwen’s. “Well, look who it is—Beth Risk. Is it true you were arrested in Louisville?”
The only person I told about that was Ryan.
“Go to hell.”
Her friends laugh and she smiles. “Gwen
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wouldn’t call me a whore. “I’m not a dare.”
“Really? Then how come Ryan’s parents
didn’t know that you guys were dating? In fact, his mom told my mom that they forbade him to date you weeks ago.”
The ice pick straight to my heart leaves me speechless and I step back, but my retreat isn’t enough. She glances at her friends, then
narrows her eyes at me. “Not only were you a dare, but you were Ryan’s dirty little secret.”
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Ryan
I PARK THE JEEP behind Chris’s truck and hop out. I’ve got to find Beth and I need to find Gwen. I’ll hand Gwen homecoming. I’ll tell her that Beth and I will drop out, as long as Gwen keeps Beth’s secrets. Chris and Logan lean against the tailgate and smile when they notice me. Today could be a nightmare for Beth and I’m going to need their help. “Have you seen Beth?”
Both of them shake their heads.
“Have you seen Lacy?” asks Chris. “She
was supposed to meet me here.”
I scan the parking lot and spot Lacy bolting out the side doors. “There she is.”
Chris straightens as he watches her hurry to us. “Something’s wrong.”
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worst part is the tears streaming down
Lacy’s face.
“How could you?” she chokes out.
Lacy’s never hit me before. She’s never hit anyone before.
Chris places himself between me and Lacy
while Logan yells at the people loitering to witness the show to keep moving. “Lace, what the hell?” Chris says.
Lacy shoves Chris and the shoves turn
frighteningly close to hitting. “What the hell?”
she screams. “What the hell is wrong with you? You were supposed to be her friend.”
From behind her, Logan pulls her hands to her sides. “Slow it down, Lace. Tell us what’s wrong.”
Tears overflow from her eyes while she
stares at me. “You promised me you wouldn’t hurt her. You promised she was no longer a dare.”
Beth. She means Beth. “She wasn’t. I mean, she was, but you know I called it off.”
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when you took Beth into the woods during
the last field party. They said you slept with her and that she told you about her past. Everyone knows what happened to her in Louisville.
Everyone knows.”
Gwen. I smack my fist into the side of
Chris’s truck. “Have you seen Beth?”
Lacy shakes her head. “Tell me you didn’t do it. Please.”
Chris hesitantly touches her cheek. “No,
baby. The dare ended the night Ryan fell for her.”
She wipes the tears from her face. “Someone wrote whore on her locker.”
Logan runs both hands over his face while Chris swears. The nightmare has already
begun.
I SEARCH THE HALLWAYS for Beth and I
come up empty. The first warning bell rings and from the opposite end of the hallway Lacy shakes her head. Dammit. They can’t find her either. Logan taps my shoulder. “She just walked into class.”
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my back and the three of them head for our seats. Someone shushes the whispering and laughing as everyone watches me. I study
Beth. She’s reclaimed the seat in the corner of the room instead of the one she took next to me weeks ago.
Just like the first day of school, Beth’s hair hides her face and she doodles in her notebook.
My ribbon no longer graces her wrist.
An adult I don’t know clears her throat. We must have a sub today. “Do you mind taking your seat?”
Beth glances up at me, then immediately
looks back down. It’s as if I swallowed knives.
She’s heard the rumors and she believes them.
Perfection. It’s what everyone expects from me. Take my seat. Do my work. Go to practice.
Play ball. Keep everything bottled up and let your insides rot as long as the outside looks perfect. “Beth.”
She keeps her head down and the substitute steps into my line of view. “Either find a seat or find yourself in detention this afternoon.”
“Ryan,” Chris says. “The game.”
The game against Northside. I promised
Chris I wouldn’t miss another game and
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detention would bar me from keeping that
promise. Reluctantly, I take my seat and turn to stare at Beth, willing her to look at me.
“We’ll catch her after class,” Chris whispers to me from across the aisle.
THE BELL RINGS and it’s a race of who can get out of their seat faster. Beth is out the door first and her size makes it possible for her to duck and weave through the mass of bodies crowding the hallway. My next class is in the opposite direction of where she’s headed, but I don’t care.
She runs down the history hallway and I
grab her arm right before she enters the safety of the classroom. I lean in and look straight into her eyes. “You know I love you.”
Her eyes search my face and she appears as broken as she did two days ago at the hospital.
“Did you fuck me to win a dare?”
I fight the urge to shake her. “I didn’t fuck you, I made love to you. Don’t do this, Beth.
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prove how much I loved her. Prove that she could trust me, and it’s killing me to know that one act could be what’s tearing us apart. “I gave you my word that the dare was over.
When have I ever lied to you?”
“On the front steps of Scott’s house you
promised me I wouldn’t be a secret.”
I’m standing here breaking the PDA rules by holding her close to me. How can she believe I lied? “I’ve told everyone at school. I’ve brought you to games. I’ve taken you to
parties.”
“Tell me you told your parents. Tell me that when your parents confronted you about us, you told them we were a couple.”
My grip on her loosens and she jerks her
arm away. How could she know that? Over
Beth’s shoulder I spot Gwen skulking at the end of the hallway. She glances at me, then immediately averts her gaze. Dammit.
Beth kneads her eyes with her hands. “I fell for the jock again. The worst part is I told you how to play me. Convince me you love me and I’ll fall into your bed. I’m so fucking stupid.”
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love you.”
Beth pauses in the door frame and I pray
she’ll say she believes me. “No, you don’t. You don’t want to feel bad for winning the dare.”
She walks into class and the tardy bell rings.
Beth’s second period teacher assesses me.
“Get to class.” Then closes the door in my face.
Feeling numb, I turn in the direction of my next class. I made love to Beth and I lost her. I swallow as my own eyes sting. It was too soon.
She didn’t trust me enough. What we did
together, it was too much, too fast. I run a hand over my head and try to comprehend how
everything blew out of control.
“Ryan!” calls Gwen from behind me. “Ryan!
Please wait!”
Rage shoots through my veins as I spin in her direction and tower over her. “Are you finally happy, Gwen? Congratulations, you’ve bagged homecoming. I hope it was worth it.”
Her eyes widen and she steps back. “I didn’t do it for homecoming.”
“Then why? Why would you hurt me like
this?”
She blinks. “Hurt you? I’ve said nothing
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about you.”
“If you hurt her, you hurt me. I love her.”
Gwen’s face pales. “You only think you love her. I just…I just told a few people. Just enough so word would get back to you,
because I knew you wouldn’t listen to me. I didn’t know that they’d call her a whore. I didn’t know about the locker. I swear, Ryan. I feel awful. I do. I had no idea it would go down like this.”
When I angle my body away from her, she
tries to reach out to me. “Please, you have to believe me. Ryan…”
I move out of range and her fingers hover in the air for a second before dropping to her side.
“She’s all wrong for you. I thought if you heard it, maybe from other people, you’d see what she really is and then you’d…”
Nausea crawls up my throat. “What? What
did you think I’d do?”
Tears pool in her eyes and she shrugs.
“Come back to me.”
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Gwen. I love her. ”
I turn my back and head in the direction of my next class. This school isn’t that big and, because of that, Beth won’t be able to hide from me for long.
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