Текст книги "The Bridge from You to Me"

Автор книги: Lisa Schroeder

19
Lauren

TUESDAY

“Good to see you again,” Dr. Springer says.

Maybe I’m supposed to say “you too,” but I don’t. What seventeen-year-old is happy to see her therapist?

“Have you been writing in your journal?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“Tell me about that.”

I shrug. “What do you want to know?”

“What kinds of things are you writing about?”

“Bugles. My blue bicycle. Owls. A cute boy. Dreams.”

She tilts her head. “You’re not writing about what happened?”

I shake my head and pick at a rough nail on my thumb. “No. I don’t want to write about that.”

“I think it will help,” she says. “That’s the whole point of the journal, right?”

“I’m not really sure.”

“What kind of dreams?” she asks.

Of all the things I mentioned, of course she’d pick that one.

“Bad ones,” I say. “More like nightmares, really.”

“Tell me about them.”

I don’t say anything for a minute, debating about whether I should tell her the truth or make something up. I remember what she said the first time I came here. The only chance at this actually working is if I’m honest with her. I don’t have to say a lot, if I don’t want to, but what I do say should be the truth.

I take a deep breath. “I dream about my brother all the time. He’s crying, and I can’t find him. I look and I look and he’s just . . . nowhere.”

“Sounds like you miss him. Do you?”

I glare at her. “That’s a stupid question.”

20
Colby

Everyone’s moving slower today. Of course we are. Everything hurts after yesterday. Coach is on our asses, yelling at us over and over, “Move, move, MOVE!”

I try to focus on the things I like about football practice.

Being on the field with all my friends.

Knowing I’m getting stronger.

The smell of grass and summertime and sweat.

It isn’t much of a list, but it’ll have to do.

It is a long two and a half hours. And then it gets even longer.

“Time for gassers,” Coach yells.

I’m pretty sure we all want to moan, but we know better. Drills are always done at the end of practice. When we’re all dog-tired and just want to take a cold shower and drink Gatorade, we have to push past the pain and fatigue and do the sprints.  They suck, but they also work. They get us in shape like nothing else does.

We line up at the goal line, Coach blows his whistle, and in our pads, we sprint down to the other goal line and back, twice. When we finish, we get a minute to rest before we do it again. Coach tells us our time and that for the next set, we have to do it in ten seconds less, to make sure we aren’t dogging it.

And so it goes. We do the drill over and over again, until guys are puking right and left. Not me, thankfully.

The torture finally over, Coach has us gather round and take a knee. I stare up at him, wondering if we’re going to enjoy hearing what he has to say. He’s a hard guy to read. The way he looks at us, it’s like he loves us and hates us at the same time. And maybe he does. One thing’s for sure, the khaki shorts and polo shirts he likes to wear remind us that Frank Sperry is really nothing more than a regular guy who loves football.

“Good work today,” he says with a slight grin, telling us he really means it. “It’ll get easier. You all know that. This is what it takes. I haven’t done my job if you can walk off this field like you’ve played golf instead of football.”

His eyes move from player to player. “It takes a lot to win football games, boys. You know what it takes, but it’s my job to remind you every single minute we’re out here. It takes hard work. It takes heart. It takes character. Every time you dig deep and pull something out when you don’t think there’s anything left, you’ve become a better football player.

“All right, see you back here this afternoon. I believe!”

“I believe!” we yell.

Benny helps me to my feet. When he lets go, my legs buckle and I start to fall. He grabs me and picks me up.

“I got you,” he says. “Don’t worry, man. I got you.”

I add this to my list of things I like about football practice.

21
Lauren

 
No way.
Did that really just happen?
Colby called me.
 
 
Called
me!
 
 
When Aunt Erica
told me I had a phone call
and it was a guy,
I thought there was
a mistake.
Who would call me?
At this house?
And why?
 
 
After I said hello, he said,
“I went by the Jiffy Mart
earlier today, but you weren’t there.
So I had to get your number
from your uncle Josh.”
 
 
I was like, “You were looking for me?
How come?
Did I lose something else?”
 
 
Yeah.
I lost my freaking mind, that’s what.
Could I have been any more ridiculous?
 
 
He laughed.
He said he thought I might want to go
to a party up at the creek this Saturday.
 
 
“Who all will be there?” I asked.
 
 
“A bunch of people,” he said.
“And me. I mean, if you don’t want to—”
 
 
“No, I do! How far is it?
Like, can I ride my bike?”
 
 
“Well, you could, but it’s a long way out there.
I’m happy to give you a ride.”
 
 
“Really?”
 
 
“Yeah, of course.
Pick you up at one?”
 
 
“Okay. Yeah. I’ll be ready.”
“Great. See you then.”
 
 
This is the
best thing
that’s happened
to me since
I left my key
on that
Jiffy Mart counter.
 

22
Colby

It seems like Friday will never get here. But eventually it does, and everyone in the locker room is laughing and joking around because we have two days off from the annoying alarm clock, bossy coaches, and pain-in-the-ass drills.

I feel like I could go to bed and sleep all the way until Monday morning. But of course I won’t. It’s time to have some fun.

“You want to do something tonight?” I ask Benny.

“You bet. Let’s meet up at Murphy’s Hill. Maybe eight o’clock? I’ll swing by Russ’s first and see if I can get us some beer.”

“Sounds good. See ya then.”

I take my time walking to my truck. It feels like someone’s chewed up my legs and spit them back out. A white Kia pulls into the lot and parks next to my truck.

When Meghan gets out, her long, beautiful legs are what I notice first. Damn. I try to remember how long it’s been since I’ve even seen the girl. A month? Two?

“Hey there,” she says when I approach her. “Dang, you don’t look too good.”

“Wish I could say the same about you,” I reply.

She laughs as she flips her blond hair. “I’ve missed you too. Want to get a bite to eat or something? Catch up?”

I drop my bag of gear on the ground. “Thanks for the offer, but I just made plans with Benny. Sorry.”

“Oh, come on. He’d understand.”

“What are you doing, Meghan? It’s Friday night. Is your boyfriend out of town or something?”

She walks closer to me. “There is no boyfriend, Colby. And like I said, I’ve missed you.”

We went out for a few months last fall. Went to the Homecoming dance together and everything. But it wasn’t long after football season was over that she told me she needed space. A few weeks later, I heard she was going out with some guy in Lansford. Star of the basketball team or something.

Funny thing, though, I wasn’t too broken up about it at all. She’s nice to look at and we had some fun times, but I didn’t miss her that much. I think she liked being seen with me more than she actually liked me. Everyone said we made the perfect couple, but not in the important ways. Not in the ways that matter. I’m pretty sure I was just a jersey to her; a jock who made her feel good about herself as we walked down the halls of Willow High.

I don’t want that again. I’m tired of doing things simply because other people think it makes sense. You know – because in Small Town, USA, that’s what football players do; they go out with cheerleaders. Honestly, the last thing I want right now is someone worshipping me, up close and personal.

“Sorry,” I tell her, “but if you need a shoulder to cry on because your heart is broken, mine is too damn sore right now.”

“Well, here’s a little secret. I’m your guardian angel this year.”

I shake my head. “Wait. What? Meghan, you aren’t supposed to tell me that. What are you doing?”

Every year, each football player is assigned a guardian angel from the cheerleading team. She bakes him goodies, gives him a gift bag with funny little gifts before every game, writes him encouraging notes after the game, that kind of thing. But it’s all done anonymously, until the end of the season. The idea is that we each have someone “watching over us.” It’s supposed to bring the cheerleaders and the football players closer, and we have a lunch at the end for all of us. That’s when we usually find out which cheerleader was assigned to each player.

But for some crazy reason, Meghan has decided she wants me to know now. Great.

She reaches up and touches my face for a second, before she says, “Look, let’s not dance around, Colby. I basically came here to tell you, I’m here for you. If you need me, I’m here.”

Dance around what?

And then I get it. Holy shit. I get what she’s trying to say. And honestly, I’m speechless. Maybe some guys would be all over this. Maybe some guys would say, “Awesome, great, throw yourself at my feet because I’m one of the star players, and when I want a booty call, I damn well deserve a booty call.”

But oh my God. What is she doing?

I pick up my bag and step away from her. “Meghan, thanks, um, for the offer, or whatever, but can we go back to the way it’s supposed to be? You know, do the whole guardian angel thing anonymously? I bet you can switch with someone, right? Since school hasn’t started yet?”

“Are you serious?” she asks.

“Yeah. I am.”

“But I requested you specifically.” She gives me a sad smile. “I know you aren’t seeing anyone, and . . . you know. We were good together.”

I can’t even believe how messed up this whole thing is right now. Doesn’t she know how pathetic this makes her look?

“Look, I’m sorry. Don’t take it the wrong way, okay? You’re a beautiful girl. But of all the things I need right now, this isn’t one of them.”

“Something’s changed,” she says. “You’re different.”

“Actually, Meghan,” I say as I open the door to my truck, “I just don’t think you, like most of the people in this freaking town, ever really knew me in the first place.”

23
Lauren

 
I want to go for a bike ride, maybe get some Bugles.
I’m about to yell to let Erica know, when I hear them
in the laundry room as I’m walking toward the garage.
 
 
“Erica, we haven’t had a night out alone in over a month.
What’s wrong with having a sitter?
She must have realized this would come up sometime.”
 
 
“I don’t want to make her feel bad.
I just don’t think it’s a good idea. Not yet.
Maybe after she’s here awhile longer. We can wait. Please?”
 
 
I clear my throat and walk quickly, glancing as I go.
“Oh, there you are. I was looking for you.
“I’m gonna go for a bike ride, if that’s all right?”
 
 
They nod and give their approval with their cheeks
flushed, like I caught them doing naughty things.
But really, I’m the naughty one in this scenario.
 
 
They don’t trust me. They think I’m unbalanced,
and they can’t imagine asking me to watch their precious
little children for a couple of hours because
 
 
what if something awful happened while they were gone?
I want to tell them I’d love to babysit and they would
not regret it, because I wouldn’t let anything happen.
 
 
I adore those three kids, and I’d be a great babysitter.
But I don’t say anything. I keep going. I get on my bike
and pedal fast and hard, one thought spinning like spokes.
 
 
They think they know me, but they don’t.
They think they know me, but they don’t.
They think they know me, but they really, really don’t.
 

24
Colby

After i shower and eat dinner, I head up to Murphy’s Hill to meet Benny. John Murphy was one of the greatest football players to come out of Willow. Rumor has it he wanted a place to party after games, so he went looking for a spot out in the country where he and his friends could have a good time without bothering anybody.

There’s an old lumber road, nice and wide, off West Valley Road and it leads to a small hill with a clearing among all the trees. There’s lots of space for cars to park along the road and there aren’t any houses nearby. I didn’t learn about the place until I got into high school, and that’s the way it’s always been, I think. It’s become kind of this sacred place for students of Willow High.

When I pull onto the road, I make my way up toward the top. Since it’s pretty early, there aren’t any cars to greet me, though Benny’s motorcycle is there. After I park, I grab the two lawn chairs from the bed of my truck. People either bring their own chairs or they stand, and I decided tonight was definitely a night we would want to sit and relax.

“Hey,” I say as I approach Benny. “Your brother come through for us?”

“Nope. Wasn’t home. And he didn’t answer my texts. Sorry, man.”

“That’s all right. I’m so tired, probably would have just put me to sleep anyway.”

We unfold the chairs and settle in. I take a deep breath, filing my lungs with the clean, fresh air that smells like earth and pine trees.

“Guess who I ran into in the parking lot after practice?” I say.

“Man, if you tell me the Hulk came by and I missed him, I’m gonna be really pissed.”

I laugh, because neither one of us will ever get tired of bringing the Hulk into our conversations.

“Not the Hulk. Meghan Cooley. It was kind of ridiculous how she was throwing herself at me.”

“Oh no. Hell no. You gotta stay focused on football.”

“Wait a minute. At least half the players on our team have girlfriends right now. If they can do both, why can’t I?”

“Because they’re better football players than you, that’s why.”

I pick up a small stick and throw it at him. He catches it and throws it right back. “You’re just jealous,” I say.

“You know she’s not my type. Look, I just think it’s hard enough for you right now. Don’t add one more thing to the

mix. Get through the season, you know?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry. I told her to get lost in the nicest way possible. It was not a pretty scene. I’ll spare you the details.”

“Well, good. No girls, Pynes. That’s your motto. Got it?”

“So you probably don’t want to hear I’m bringing a girl to the creek party tomorrow.”

He shakes his head. “I’m telling you, a girl will just complicate your life, man. You don’t need that.”

“Maybe a girl would give me something else to think about besides football. I get sick of thinking about it all the time. Don’t you?”

He leans back, puts his head in his hands. “Nah. Football is my escape. It’s the rest of the shit I get tired of thinking about.”

25
Lauren

 
The only
bathing suit I have
is an ugly yellow
one-piece
that’s two years old.
It hardly even fits.
 
 
Saturday morning
I’m trying to pretend
my aunt doesn’t think
I’m a teenage delinquent
as I think about asking
if she has one
I can borrow.
She’s tall and thin, like me.
 
 
I wish
       I hadn’t heard them talking.
 
 
I wish
       I was a person they could be proud of.
 
 
I wish
       I had money so I could buy my own stupid suit.
 
 
Maybe I shouldn’t go.
I could call Colby and tell him I’m sick.
Puking my guts out.
So sick I might be dying.
 
 
The truth is,
every day,
I feel like I’m dying inside
a little bit more.
 
 
I wish
       I hadn’t messed up.
I wish
       it hadn’t ever happened.
I wish
       we were all together again.
 
 
Henry and Demi barge
into my room
and beg me to play
blocks with them.
 
 
Today, I can play with
the little kids
or I can play
with the big kids.
I remember
          Colby’s kind eyes and friendly smile.
I remember
           how he said he liked my bike.
I remember
           how he made me feel for five short minutes.
 
 
The big kids win.
I ask Aunt Erica for a suit.
She gives me a white bikini.
 
 
I put it on underneath
my shorts and T-shirt.
 
 
I’ve never been to a
creek party before.
Maybe people don’t even swim.
Just in case, I want to be ready.
 
 
I remember
           swimming with my friends at the pool.
I remember
            flirting with boys and having fun.
I remember
            days when I felt alive and happy
and
    I wish
         I could feel like that again.
 

26
Colby

When lauren greets me at the door, I almost fall over. I knew she was good-looking, but I didn’t remember her being thisgood-looking.

I tell myself not to stare, but man, it is hard not to.

She’s wearing a T-shirt and shorts, but a swimsuit strap tied around her neck tells me she has a suit on underneath. Her curly red hair falls around her shoulders, and her green eyes light up as she says, “Hi! Let me grab my bag and I’ll be right out.”

“Sounds good.”

As I move toward my truck, Mr. McMann steps through the open garage door. “Hi, Colby,” he says, extending his hand. “Good to see you. Thanks for inviting Lauren to go along with you today.”

“No problem. Should be fun.”

Lauren comes scurrying out with a beach bag over her shoulder. “I’ve got a towel, sunscreen, and sunglasses. Anything else I need?”

“Nope,” I tell her. “I think you’re good to go.”

“Should we expect you for dinner?” Mr. McMann asks Lauren.

“I don’t know.” She looks at me. “What time do you think we’ll be home?”

“I’ll have her home by six,” I tell him.

“Perfect. Have fun and drive safe!”

“Bye,” she says as we hop into my truck. I wave and pull out of the driveway.

Once we’re down the street, she leans her head back on the seat. “I can’t tell you how good it feels to be getting out of there and going somewhere.” She looks at me. “Other than the Jiffy Mart, I mean.”

“Really? You’re tired of the Jiffy Mart? But there’s so much to see and do. It doesn’t get much better than corn dogs, hot and ready to eat.”

“What is it with boys and corn dogs?” she asks. “My convenience store meal of choice is nachos. You just can’t go wrong with chips and processed cheese.”

I point behind us, to the bed of my truck. “I brought along some sodas and snacks, but unfortunately, no nachos. I did get some Bugles for you, though.”

“You did?” she says as she claps her hands together.

“I have never seen a girl get so happy about a snack food.”

“Yeah, I admit, it’s kind of insane how much I love those things.”

“So, tell me something else you love. Because so far our conversations have been focused on food. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely like to eat, but I’m thinking there’s got to be more to you than Bugles.”

She doesn’t answer right away. Just stares out the window.

“Let’s see. I love sunshine.” Pause. “Daisies.” Pause. “Paint-by-number sets and blue nail polish.” Long pause. “Bake sales, hot air balloons, and birds.”

“Wow. That’s quite the list. Bake sales?”

“A bunch of sweets, all for the taking, and the money is for a good cause. What’s not to love?”

It makes me smile. “You are so right.”

“And here we are, back to food.”

I laugh, because it’s true. “So, what kind of birds, exactly?”

She shrugs. “Any kind, I guess. I think I like them all. I want to go to college and become an ornithologist.”

“A what?”

“Ornithologist.”

“Is that anything like an orthodontist?” I tease.

She gives me a funny look, like she’s not sure if I’m being serious or not. “Um, no. It’s someone who studies birds. I’m thinking I could travel the world and research rare birds or something. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Yeah. Actually, it does. Anything involving travel sounds good to me. What colleges are you looking at?”

“Well, I haven’t really started looking yet. I mean, with moving and everything, it’s been . . . hard. There’s still time, right?”

“Of course. Lots of time. Once school starts up again, you can use the College and Career Center for research. The two ladies who work there are really nice.”

“Good to know. So, what about you? What makes you happy? Besides football and corn dogs.”

“Actually, you can scratch football off my list.” I’m kind of surprised by the words that come tumbling out before I stop them. But this girl isn’t from around here. Her life doesn’t revolve around football like most people I know.

“Wait. So you play, but you don’t really like it?”

I take a turn onto Mill Creek Road. “Well, I love my team, of course. And it’s had its fun moments, but after this year, I’m ready to be done with it. Time to think about other things.”

“Like what?” she asks. “What do you want to think about?”

I can’t believe someone is actually asking me this. As if there’s something worth thinking about that isn’t football.

I just might like this girl.

27
Lauren

 
When Colby asked me
what I love, I almost said it.
 
 
I almost said his name. Matthew.
But I stopped myself.
 
 
Because then he would have asked me,
“Who’s that?”
 
 
And I would have had
to say, “My brother.”
 
 
More questions would have followed.
Questions I can’t answer.
 
 
So I gave a list of things I love.
Even though I love Matthew most of all.