A Million Miles Away(32)

“Which is why we should have never been arrested,” Davis said.

Kelsey coughed. “Excuse me?”

Davis shrugged. “Yes, it was breaking and entering. Yes, the coach has a security system. Yes, I don’t know why we didn’t think of that. Then again, scouting the surveillance was not my job, that was Smitty’s job, fair and square—”

Kelsey banged her fist on the table. Finally, Davis was quiet. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were arrested!”

Heads turned from the surrounding tables.

Davis lowered his voice, and leaned toward her with a sly smile. “It wasn’t a big deal. My dad called the coach, they’re not pressing charges, we’re all laughing about it.”

What was meant to be a whisper came out as a hiss. “Of course you’re laughing about it. You laugh about everything. Why didn’t you at least call me?”

Davis set down his fork.

“Would you have answered a call from the Douglas County Jail? Hello, it’s your boyfriend, I need provisions, please smuggle me a jar of peanut butter?”

Kelsey said nothing.

“Come on. I had to use my one phone call on my lawyer!” A laugh started to escape him. “I’m just kidding. I was only there for two hours. I didn’t even need a lawyer.”

There he went again, to the bright side. Without her. “I meant after, Davis. After the arrest. You should have told me, like, before now.”

Davis signaled the waitress. “Can we get the check?” he called to her, pointing at their table.

“Why are we getting the check?”

“Because I can see you’re upset, and you don’t like the gnocchi, anyway.”

The waitress nodded at Davis and started to lift Kelsey’s plate.

Kelsey put a hand on the waitress’s wrist. “No,” she snapped. “I want to stay.” It felt good to snap. To push against his wall of endless charm. The waitress looked at Davis with an awkward smile, as if Kelsey’s permission wasn’t enough. As if Kelsey wasn’t even there. She felt tiny nerves pricking all over her skin.

“All right,” Davis said, returning the waitress’s smile. They watched her walk away.

“So.” Kelsey narrowed her eyes. “What else have you forgotten to tell me?”

Davis stifled a laugh. “What?”

“What else goes on at these frat parties? Girls must be throwing themselves at you, right?” Kelsey knew she should stop, but she couldn’t. She was in a pit, alone, and she wanted to drag Davis down with her.

Davis lifted his hands. “Where are you getting this stuff?”

She kept her voice loud. “I’m curious.”

“You’re picking a fight.”

“Tell me, then.” Her chest was in knots, and she wished she could press it, smooth it, beat it all out. The liar that she was. The hypocrite. “If you’re so sure, then tell me.”

“I’m not going to fight with you, Kelsey,” Davis said, his eyebrows raised. “Yell at me, fine. I’m sorry I didn’t call you about the stupid arrest. But don’t accuse me of things I haven’t done.”

Kelsey’s stomach turned when she realized the real reason she was doing this. If Davis could admit he wasn’t the perfect boyfriend, maybe she wasn’t so bad herself. Her voice came out quieter this time. “You’ve never cheated on me?”

Davis’s face didn’t change. Kelsey couldn’t tell if he was hiding how he really felt, or if he just didn’t feel anything but disbelief to begin with.

“I’ve never cheated on you,” he said, and that was that.

Kelsey couldn’t fight anymore. And what’s worse, she knew Davis was telling the truth. She was already sorry. But she wasn’t going to show it. He didn’t seem to need the apology. He wasn’t even angry.

Kelsey shrugged and said, “Well, when you do, tell me. People tell each other these things.”

They finished their food without a word. Davis reached out for her hand, and Kelsey let him hold it, limp.

When the waitress brought the check, Kelsey stood up, walked through the tables, out the door, and waited, shivering, on the sidewalk.

A few minutes later, Davis emerged from the restaurant and put her coat around her shoulders.

“What do you want to do now?” he asked.

“I think I should just go home.”

They got into Davis’s SUV and sat as it idled, warming up. After a moment, he asked, “Since when have you been jealous? You’ve never been jealous before.”

“Things change,” she answered.

Davis took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Kels. I’m just not sure what I’m supposed to be sorry for.”

On the ride home, she wondered if he would ever bring it up again, or if he’d just try to pretend the fight had never happened, like always. When they were a block away from her house, she looked over, trying to read his expression.

Davis’s face was outlined in light from the half-moon. His mouth was straight and resting, his eyes as calm as a stranger’s. She didn’t know what he was thinking, and wondered if she ever would.





2/19, 12:25 pm



From: Farrow, Peter W SPC

To: Maxfield, Michelle Subject: Last one in a while