Текст книги "This Is So Not Happening"

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I stared at her. We both knew how lame that was. “And now Faith and Shannen know….”

God, Chloe was going to kill me. No, she was going to torture me, then kill me. And then probably torture me some more. I sat down on the edge of Ally’s bed, my palms sweating like crazy. First we lose the game because Hammond’s too busy putting the beatdown on me to bother trying to score, and now this.

“Well, they were going to find out eventually, right?” Ally said.

“Not necessarily,” I said quietly.

There was a long moment of silence. I could hear Ally breathing.

“What do you mean? Is she … I mean, are you guys gonna have an abortion?” she asked.

“No. I don’t know.” I pressed my fingertips into my eye sockets so hard I thought I might pop the suckers out and into my skull. “I have no idea what she’s gonna do.”

Ally sat down next to me carefully. Like I was a piece of glass and she was afraid to knock me over onto the floor. “You guys haven’t talked about it?”

“Oh, we’ve talked about it,” I said, flopping onto my back, making her bounce. “We just haven’t decided anything. Every time it comes to deciding anything, we choke.”

“Oh.” Ally looked down at her hands.

“Yeah, and then one of us changes the subject, like ‘So did you do the bio homework?’ or ‘Let’s go get burgers!’ and we pretend like nothing’s going on.”

Ally shifted, turning on her bedspread slightly so she could look down at me. “Well … what do you want to do?”

“I don’t want to have a baby,” I said firmly. “But it’s not like I can make her have an abortion. And I don’t even know … I don’t even know if I could live with that. Like when you think about it and it’s not about you, you think, ‘Oh, yeah, just deal with it. Get rid of it or whatever.’” My throat nearly closed over the words “get rid of it.” “But when it’s reality …”

“It’s not that easy,” Ally finished for me.

I swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe we were actually talking about this, but I was also so relieved we were talking about this. I’d been dying to spill it to her, but terrified she’d shut me down. I should’ve known better. I should’ve trusted her. “No, it’s not.”

“So … adoption?” Ally said.

“Yeah, but then she actually has to be pregnant. Like, in front of everyone. That’s how she put it, anyway.” I covered my face with my hands and groaned. “There’s no answer.”

“No good one, anyway,” Ally said. She sighed. “You just need to be there for her. Whatever she needs. That’s what I’d want if I were her.”

I couldn’t believe she’d just said that. I couldn’t believe she didn’t just hate us both. We sat there, quietly, for a long time. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say to Chloe, what I actually wanted. I just knew I was so glad, so grateful, to have Ally right then. I slowly reached out and curled my fingers around hers.

“What would you do if it were me?” she asked, her voice practically a whisper. “Do you think you’d feel different about it?”

My breath caught in my throat. I’d marry you was the first thought that popped into my mind. And it was true, I realized suddenly. I would marry her. I would take care of her. I would do whatever it took to protect her. But what was I, insane? I was seventeen. I couldn’t say that out loud. I sat up. Ally and I locked eyes. I could feel the heat coming through her fingers.

“I feel like ice cream,” I said suddenly. “Wanna get some ice cream?”

“Totally,” she said.

And we were out of there like the room was on fire.

ally

About halfway through my soliloquy on Monday afternoon, I finally stopped feeling like I had to pee, and started tuning in to what I was saying. Up until about five minutes before I was called in to audition for the play, I was questioning my sanity. I hadn’t acted since the spring musical in Baltimore my sophomore year, and there were a lot of good actors at Orchard Hill High, vying for only a few good roles. Why even bother?

But then some random chick I’d never met had told me to break a leg, and Corey Hinds from my Spanish class had flashed me a thumbs-up from the wings, and I remembered why I’d decided to do this in the first place. I needed a distraction. I needed to be able to hang out somewhere where people barely knew me and definitely didn’t know Jake. I needed something to do that he had nothing to do with. Faith was the only Crestie in drama club. It didn’t get much safer than here.

So here I was.

Besides, if I had to make a speech at my mother’s wedding, I might as well get used to performing in front of complete strangers again.

I finished my performance and stood there for a moment, the spotlight frying my face as I squinted out at Mrs. Thompson, the houndstooth-clad drama teacher.

“Very good, Ally,” she said. “Thank you. We’ll be posting callbacks tomorrow. Can you send Faith Kirkpatrick in next, please?”

“Sure. Thanks!” I said brightly.

I skipped down the stage steps and into the auditorium, experiencing that particular light-headed high I always get after finishing with something I’d dreaded. When I shoved open the heavy auditorium doors, the hopefuls in the lobby looked up expectantly. Faith was walking a tight circle in the center of the space, her mouth moving in silent recital.

“Faith. You’re up,” I said, hooking a thumb over my shoulder in a dorky way I never would have done if not for the high.

“How’d it go?” she asked.

“Good, I think. Who knows?”

“Oh, I always know,” Faith said haughtily, flicking her blond ponytail. “Mrs. Thompson only ever smiles if you suck, because she, like, feels bad for you. So did she smile?”

I narrowed my eyes. It had been hard to see her face with the lights blinding my vision. “I don’t think so.”

“Yay! That’s good, then!” She gave me a brief hug before slipping past me.

“Break a—”

She held up a hand. “I don’t need it.”

Then she disappeared inside, letting the door slam behind her. I shook my head at her ego and grabbed my messenger bag off the bench next to the wall.

“Hey! Are you done? Did you nail it?”

Annie was near the bottom of the stairs when she called out to me. Chloe was a few paces behind her. The two of them were coming from an Orchard Gazette meeting, no doubt. Chloe was editor in chief of the student news site, a fact that Features Editor Annie never ceased to resent.

“It was pretty good, I guess. I’m just psyched it’s over,” I replied.

“Cool. Wanna go get some food?” Annie asked.

“Sure.”

Chloe was just walking by as we headed for the door. She paused and shot me a tentative look. “Hey, Ally.”

“Hey,” I replied. “How’re you … I mean … how’s it going?”

Annie stood next to me, her hands shoved tightly under her arms. I could actually smell the bitterness of her hateful scowl as she stared Chloe down.

“Good. I’m … good.” Chloe shrugged. “How’s Jake?”

Annie cracked her knuckles.

“He’s fine,” I replied, wondering why she was asking. We all saw one another every day in school. Although they’d been avoiding each other in the halls most of the time, I’d noticed. Almost like they thought if they were caught talking to each other, people would know their secret.

“Good. Okay. Well. See ya.” Chloe turned and traipsed outside, slipping on a pair of designer sunglasses. She didn’t look tortured or tired or conflicted, the way Jake kept saying she was. The way that most people would have been in her situation. She just looked like Chloe Appleby. Crestie Queen.

“How can you be so nice to her?” Annie demanded, turning on me the second the door was closed.

“Nice to her? I just asked how she was,” I replied.

“The girl hooked up with your boyfriend!” Annie hissed.

I rolled my eyes. “He wasn’t my boyfriend yet!” I shoved through the door and out into the sunshine, even as my heart tightened into a cold, dry ball.

“Oh please, everyone knew you were in love with him,” Annie replied, scurrying to catch up with my long strides. “You know she only did it because she was pissed off you kissed Hammond. You do know that, right?”

I scoffed, even though I’d had this suspicion myself. I’d had a lot of suspicions about Chloe’s motives. That’s what happens when you spend half your time obsessing about something. Was she getting back at me for kissing Hammond freshman year? Was she getting back at Hammond? Was she just bored that night? Horny? Or did she—and this was the worst one—like Jake? “Please. That was a million years ago.”

“Yeah, and she just found out about it in June and then suddenly developed the hots for Jake?” Annie paused at the edge of the parking lot. “Have you ever heard the expression ‘There are no coincidences’?”

I frowned. “No.”

“Well it’s an expression because there are no coincidences,” Annie told me. “I mean, did you hear her? ‘How’s Jake?’” she said in a high-pitched, mocking voice. “It’s like she’s rubbing it in. Either that or she actually does like him, which would be a huge—”

“Stop,” I said, practically choking on the word. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” I turned my steps toward my mother’s car. It was parked in the faculty lot, waiting for me. Gray had gotten out of work early and picked my mother up for some kind of wedding meeting—flowers or limos or table linens or something. “Are we getting food or what?”

Annie sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Yes. We’re getting food.”

“Good.” I opened the driver’s side door and tossed my bag inside. “Try not to look so disappointed that I’m not as suspicious and negative as you are.”

“You will be.” Annie smirked. “Eventually.”

I smiled, but inside I just felt sad. Because I had an awful feeling she was right.

jake

Okay, it was time to get my ass in gear. I hadn’t done any homework in about a week. Not that my teachers were surprised. I’d never been a big homework-doer. But over the summer I’d taken this college class and I’d actually worked and I’d landed myself an A. And I’d kind of liked it. So I’d had this whole resolution to do real work this year.

Until I found out I was gonna be a baby daddy.

Now it was Friday afternoon and there was no practice because we had a game tonight, so I was going to spend the next three hours catching up. Pretending life was normal. I straddled one of the lounge chairs on our back patio, my precalc book open in front of me, and started to write down the first equation from Tuesday’s assignment.

“Jake?”

My pencil point broke. Chloe had just stepped out from behind one of the flowering bushes. She was wearing sweatpants rolled at the ankle and a wrinkled Abercrombie T-shirt. There were tear streaks on her face and she had no makeup on. It was so weird. Every day at school she was just Chloe, all perfect hair, perfect body, perfect clothes. In fact she was so Chloe it was hard to imagine anything was off. But right now she looked nothing like herself.

“What’s wrong?”

I stood up and my foot knocked my notebook closed over my broken pencil.

“I just … I can’t do this anymore.” Her flip-flops slapped as she walked over to me and pressed her face into my chest.

Crap. Crapitty crap crap. I put my arms around her and she cried for a minute or two, soaking the front of my white T-shirt. I never thought I’d look longingly at a math book, but I did right then.

“What happened?” I asked. “Can’t do what anymore?”

She turned her face to the side so she could talk, but her skinny arms hugged me tight enough to crush my ribs.

“I’m starting to get fat,” she whimpered with a sniffle. “My mom even noticed. And now that Faith and Shannen know, someone’s gonna slip. I just know it.” She pushed away from me and swiped under her eyes with her fingers. Her hands were shaking. For the first time I noticed she did look a little bigger than normal. “Every time the phone rings, my heart stops. I’m just waiting for, like, Mrs. Kirkpatrick to call up my mom and tell her everything. They can’t find out like that. They just can’t.”

“Okay …”

“And every five seconds? It’s like I know for absolute sure what I want to do, and then five minutes later I want to do the exact opposite.” Her voice caught and she turned to hug me again. “I haven’t slept in, like, weeks…. I’m totally losing it.”

My throat was dry and my heart pounded so hard it hurt. “You can, like, talk to me about this stuff, you know. You don’t have to avoid me in school all the time. If you’re freaking out … you should tell me.”

Chloe gave me this tight smile. “I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not. I mean, we’re …” I paused and cleared my throat. “We’re in this together. We should be figuring it out … together.”

Her eyes were so hopeful right then I knew I’d said the right thing. For once. “But what about Ally? Won’t she mind if we’re talking all the time?”

“Ally’ll understand,” I said automatically.

Chloe nodded and stepped back from me. “So, what do you want to do? If you had to decide right now, would you keep the baby or …”

My mind went completely blank. Here I’d just offered to be there for her and I had no answer to that question. I didn’t want to be a father. I knew that. But ever since hearing that heartbeat, the whole abortion thing gave me the skeevs. So there was adoption, but if we did that, then everyone would know. What would it be like if everyone knew?

“God, Chloe, I have no idea.”

She teared up again, but smiled. “Yeah. Me neither.”

“Okay. It’s okay,” I said. “Look, we just … have to tell your parents. That way they won’t find out from anyone else and they can help us figure out what to do.”

“But they—”

“I know it’ll suck at first, but your parents, like, worship you,” I reminded her. “They’ll be okay and they’re gonna help you.”

Chloe pressed her swollen lips together. Her whole face was wet. “You think?”

“Definitely. And if I’m wrong and they throw you out, you can totally stay here.”

Chloe snorted a laugh and pressed her cheek against my chest. “Thanks a lot,” she said sarcastically.

I hadn’t been joking, but I figured I’d go with it. Her laughing was better than her crying. I smoothed her hair down her back.

“No problem,” I said, shrugging. “You can sleep on the floor in your condition, right?”

Chloe laughed for real this time and looked up at me, just as the back door from the kitchen slid open and Ally came bouncing out with a big grin on her face. She took one look at us, Chloe smiling with her arms locked around me, me with my hand on her hair, and the grin completely disappeared.

“Ally! Hi!” Chloe said, pushing me away from her. She wiped her face again, then swiped her hands on her sweatpants. “Jake and I were just—”

“Chloe was upset about—”

“It’s okay. I get it,” Ally said.

She took a couple of steps toward us, fiddling with a small book. I awkwardly leaned in to kiss her hello. She turned her face so I got her cheek. Great. So maybe she would mind if Chloe and I started talking more. I cleared my throat.

“So … what’s up?”

Ally had this look in her eyes. This look like she was trying really, really hard to like me, and it wasn’t happening. She forced a smile onto her face and lifted the book.

“I got a part in the play,” she said with some seriously weak enthusiasm. “I’m gonna be Helena … one of the two main female roles.”

“That’s great!” I said, hugging her for real.

“Congratulations, Ally!” Chloe said with a smile.

“Thanks.” Ally looked back and forth between the two of us. She twisted her lips sideways, like she always does when she doesn’t know what to do. “I can go if you—”

“No. It’s cool. I was just gonna leave anyway,” Chloe said, angling toward the side yard. “I’ll talk to you later?” she said to me.

“Yeah,” I said with a nod.

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

And then she was gone. I looked at Ally. She was watching me carefully, like she’d never met me before and was trying to decide if she trusted me.

“So … wanna help me with my precalc?” I joked.

“You’re doing homework? Go, you,” she said.

“I figured someone’s gotta do it,” I said, sitting down again. I stared at the closed notebook and suddenly felt very tired. I wished it was five minutes ago, when I’d actually felt like doing work.

“Well, I’ll leave you alone, then,” Ally said. “I just wanted to tell you about the play, so …”

“You don’t have to go.” But I had to turn around to say it, because she was already at the door. I was kind of dying for her to stay so we could get past the awkward. Plus I had a bad feeling I wasn’t going to get anything done anyway. “We could watch a movie.”

“No. Do your work. I’ll see you at the game tonight,” Ally said, halfway inside now.

“Okay,” I said. “Hey, Al?”

“Yeah?”

It felt like there was a sharp rock stuck in my throat. “I love you.”

She hesitated for a moment. “I know.”

And then she was gone too.

october

Omigod. Jake Graydon and Chloe Appleby are totally hooking up behind Ally Ryan’s back!

           What? Who told you that?

No one. They didn’t have to. Have you not noticed the extreme PDA?

           You’re making this up.

Nuh-uh. He waits for her every single day after first period, he’s been jumping in front of her at volleyball during gym, and today I saw him run back up to the line at the cafeteria to get her a Diet Sprite.

           Maybe she’s helping him with his math or something.

And all guys are ball hogs.

Then explain the Sprite to me. What about the Sprite?

           Yeah. That is kind of telling.

They’re so doing it.

                Ugh. How rude.

ally

“Whatcha doin’?” Faith asked, dropping down next to me on the stage floor, where the cast of A Midsummer Night’s Dream was gathering for our first read-through. She popped open a bottle of water, took a sip, and leaned over my shoulder to see my notebook. “‘Love is patient? Love is kind’?” she read, screwing up her face like she was sucking on a lemon.

I flipped my notebook facedown. “I’m working on my maid of honor speech for my mom’s wedding.”

Faith settled back on her hands, looking around at the rest of the cast, who were slowly trickling in. “Isn’t that, like, months from now?”

“Yeah, but believe me, I need months to figure out what the heck I’m gonna say.” I shoved the notebook into my backpack and sighed. “How am I supposed to make it seem like I’m psyched about her marrying a guy who’s not my dad? How could she even ask me?”

Faith shrugged. “Just fake it. Act like you’re happy for them.”

“Easy for you to say,” I mumbled.

Faith got a text and pounced on her phone. “Chloe,” she said with a groan. “She wants to know if I want to come over for ice cream after.” She texted something back and shoved the phone under her thigh. “Ugh. This is, like, the third time this week. Pretty soon people are going to start thinking I’m pregnant.”

“Faith,” I said through my teeth, glancing around to see if anyone in the expanding circle of cast members had heard. Everyone was munching happily on their vending-machine chips and the conversation was growing louder and louder with each new arrival.

“What? I’m totally getting fat from hanging out with her, trying to be Miss Supportive,” Faith countered. “And have you seen Chloe lately? I can’t believe her mother hasn’t figured it out yet. Her ass is drooping and her nose is, like, spreading across her face. Look at this picture I took of her at the mall last night! Look! It doesn’t even look like her.”

Faith shoved her phone in front of my nose until I had to look at it. Chloe was backlit by the awful lights of the food court and therefore looked, understandably, bloated and white.

“Could you find more unflattering lighting?” I whispered back.

Faith glanced at the screen. “True. But for reals. She has to tell her parents soon. Oversize sweatshirts can only hide so much.”

“Faith!” I admonished again.

She gave me an exasperated look. “Ally!” she said in the exact same tone.

I looked at the girl next to me to see if she’d overheard anything. Luckily she had her iPod on, the cords dangling from beneath her thick black hair and pink-and-red knit hat, and she was staring up at the stage lights overhead.

“So have you and Jake, like … you know?” Faith asked. “Because, I mean, I would be terrified that he had some kind of, like, supersperm or something and—”

“Omigod!” I said through my teeth. “Can we please talk about anything else?”

She pulled her face back, offended, and turned away. “God. You’d think you were the hormonal one.”

I closed my eyes and said a quick prayer for patience. I had joined this production so I could get away from this crap, but I should have known. I should have known that as long as Faith was a part of it I wouldn’t be getting away from anything.

“Good afternoon, cast!” Mrs. Thompson called out, finally finished with the intense tête-à-tête she’d been having with our stage manager. “And congratulations on winning your roles!”

The girl next to me turned off her iPod as everyone in the circle applauded our mutual achievement. I clapped louder than anyone, because I was actually thanking Mrs. Thompson for distracting Faith.

“Today I’d like to do a line reading of the script so that everyone can familiarize themselves with who’s playing which parts, and so we can start to get a rhythm down,” Mrs. Thompson continued, removing her tweed jacket and tossing it over the back of a chair. Beneath it she wore a fitted black T-shirt and jeans, and suddenly she looked ten years younger. She sat down story-time style next to Faith and leaned over to take her copy of the script out of her battered leather bag. “But first, I’d like to shift things around a bit,” she said, looking around the circle. “Corey? If you could come sit next to Faith … and Lincoln? If you could come sit next to Ally,” she said, pointing at me.

A guy directly across from me unfolded his long legs and pushed himself to his feet. He had adorably mussed red hair and wore an old suit vest over a faded U.S. Navy T-shirt. He strolled across the circle with his backpack dangling from one hand and a white wax-paper bag clutched in the other. As he sat next to me, forcing the iPod girl to scoot away, he shot me a smile. It was a nice smile.

“Lincoln Carter,” he said, his voice a surprisingly low rumble. “Named after my parents’ two favorite presidents.”

“Really?”

“No.” He opened the wax-paper bag and held it out to me. “Gummi bear?”

“Sure.” I took a red one and popped it onto my tongue.

“Just don’t call me ‘Link,’” he said. “Makes me think of ‘the missing link’ and that’s not something I want to be.”

“Good,” Mrs. Thompson said as Corey Hinds settled in between her and Faith. “The four of you play our two couples, so I think it makes sense for you to start getting used to being close to one another.”

I looked at Lincoln and blushed. “You’re playing Demetrius?”

“You’re thinking about the kiss, aren’t you?” he said with a grin. “Don’t worry. I’ve been told by several people that I’m quite skilled.”

I guffawed. “Really?”

His grin widened. “No.”

He tossed three more gummi bears into his mouth and his elbow brushed mine. I had no instinct to move away and, in fact, suddenly found I couldn’t stop smiling. Innocently flirting with this guy for the next month? Pretending to be in love with him onstage? That would definitely be a distraction.

jake

Ally hadn’t looked up from her silverware in about ten minutes. Actually, the silverware at the country club is gold, but I’ve never heard anyone call it goldware. Whatever it’s called, she kept flipping the pieces over, then flipping them back, like if she did it enough times she would open the gateway to the magical world of Narnia and be able to get the hell out of here. Not that I could blame her. For some reason I could think of exactly nothing to talk about. Well, nothing other than Chloe and the baby, which were probably not the best date topics. I wished I could ever think about anything else, but it was next to impossible.

“Are you okay?” I asked finally.

She stopped and forced a smile. “Yeah. I’m fine. This is … great.”

Her eyes shifted to that spot across the room that I’d been glancing at all night—the table where my father, mother, and brother, Jonah, were sitting with a whole mess of my dad’s colleagues, everyone dressed up for the occasion. Her mother and Dr. Nathanson were sitting a few tables away too. I guess Dr. Nathanson was invited because he and my dad worked at the same hospital or whatever, but having both sets of parents here just made it that much worse. When I’d asked Ally out for tonight, I’d completely spaced that my dad was getting some kind of philanthropy award and that I’d promised to come. I’d seen it on the kitchen calendar as soon as I’d gotten back from practice and was so pissed I’d practically put a hole in the wall with my head.

I just wanted to be alone with my girlfriend. Why was that so hard to do?

“I’m sorry,” I told her. “I wanted to do something alone together, but with the Chloe crap about to hit the fan I figured it would be a bad idea to piss them off now.”

Not that I had any idea when the Chloe crap was actually going to hit the fan. In the last week she had decided to tell our parents, then bailed on her plan five different times—once while I was in the middle of taking the SAT. I’d gotten a text from her when I’d turned on my phone during a pee break and I hadn’t been able to concentrate for shit after that. Every time I got myself all psyched up to do it, she kept pulling the rug out from under me. But I, of course, hadn’t said anything to her about it because I was a total frickin’ wuss. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think I was hoping that the whole thing would just miraculously go away.

“I get it,” Ally said flatly. Her smile had completely died.

Alarm bells went off in my mind. Nice. The one thing I’d promised myself not to mention was the first thing out of my mouth. I was screwing this up royally.

Newsflash: When you’re out on a date with your girlfriend, it’s not a good idea to bring up the chick you impregnated.

“At least they let us get our own table,” I said, feeling like a jackass.

“True.” She tried even harder to smile. “And that salad was yummier than any salad should be. Plus it’s not every day you get to hear a live string quartet, right?”

“Right.” I couldn’t tell if she was serious or not. As far as I was concerned, if she hadn’t been sitting across from me, the music would have been putting me to sleep.

I had to figure out a way to save this night. Ally looked so pretty in this dark blue dress with teeny straps and her hair back in a ponytail, which always killed me. I wanted to reach over the table and kiss her, but she was giving off about as inviting a vibe as a barbed-wire fence.

Ally’s mother got up to go talk to someone at another table and gave us a wave as she walked by. Suddenly I got an idea. Someone had once told me that if you wanted to land a chick, you should make her talk about herself. Girls love to talk about themselves. I’d already kind of landed Ally, but maybe the tactic would get her to relax.

“So what’s up with your mom’s wedding?” I asked. “Everything cool?”

Ally shrugged. “Yeah. Except I have to make a speech and I have no idea what to say.”

“You have to make a speech?” I said, my eyes wide.

“Maid of honor,” she replied, raising her hand and faking a smile.

“Wow. That sucks.” I took a bite of my food and chewed. “You nervous?”

“I just have no idea what to say,” she told me, leaning closer over the table as her mom returned. She didn’t stop at our table, though. Just went right back to Dr. Nathanson and laid a big kiss on him, like she’d been gone for weeks. “Ugh. I can’t even look when they do that.”

“Yeah. The speech could be a problem, then,” I joked. “You should just keep it simple. Say something about how much you love her and you’re happy to see her happy. You don’t have to get, like, deep and mushy about it.”

“You think?” Ally asked, sitting up straight.

“Dude, I have, like, a million cousins, so I’ve been to a million weddings.” I leaned back as the busboy cleared our salad plates. “The best speeches are always the shortest ones. You ramble on, you lose the audience, and everyone starts to talk over you…. Keep it short and sweet and it’s a win-win.”

“Wow.” Her smile brightened as she reached for her water. “Cool, thanks. That’s good to know.”

Just like that, I felt warm inside. I’d actually given helpful advice. And I’d actually put a smile on her face.

“Okay, I’ve got a plan. We sit here through my dad’s award presentation, then grab one of those chocolate dessert things off the buffet and go eat by the pool,” I suggested, leaning into the table and whispering. “Just you and me for real.”

Her smile widened as she checked out the dessert table. “Okay. Deal.”

The waiter delivered our pasta course and Ally sat up straighter. She even let him shred a whole mess of cheese on top of her penne, which was a good sign. When she’s upset or annoyed, Ally doesn’t eat. Which is weird, because I always thought girls binged when they were sad or angry.

“So how’s the play going?” I asked her, figuring I should stick to what was working and make her talk about herself. I waved the waiter and his cheese grater away and concentrated on Ally. “You have a good part?”

Ally nodded. “Yep. It’s even almost as big as Faith’s!” she said with mock enthusiasm.

“Wow! Then it must be good,” I joked back. I tore off a piece of bread from the loaf in the breadbasket and offered her some, which she took. Okay, this was better. This was normal. “I don’t know how you do it, though. I can’t understand Shakespeare to save my life. Do you even know what you’re saying?”

“Most of the time. It’s not one of his most complicated plays,” she said with a shrug. “But the guy I’m supposed to be in love with in the play? Lincoln? He totally gets it. He explains it whenever anyone gets stuck.”

I paused and my stomach sort of thumped the way your heart is supposed to. She had a fake boyfriend in this thing? “Lincoln? Who’s Lincoln?”

Ally dipped the bread into the olive oil on her bread dish. “Lincoln Carter?” she said, narrowing her eyes. “He’s a junior. Kind of tall … red hair?”

“You mean that dude who upchucked at the Woodmont carnival sophomore year?” I asked.

“Um … I don’t know. I wasn’t there,” she replied, popping the bit of bread into her mouth.

“Yeah. That guy. I know that guy,” I said. “He ate, like, twenty cotton candies on a dare then went on the Gravitron.”