A Million Miles Away(65)

Then she thought of swinging her hips in Paris as Peter watched her. He loved the way she danced. He was discovering who she really was without even knowing it.

Time for the back handspring.

She wound up, and it was perfect. She almost wanted to laugh. All that worrying for nothing.

She killed the routine.

Kelsey was a great dancer.

But she didn’t need them. She wanted to make people feel special. She wanted to make people think twice. And the first person who she needed to do both with was in El Dorado.

As the girls put their poms together twice, Kelsey tore off the number stuck to her tank top, and walked off the field.

If she hurried, she could catch Peter before he left Kansas again. For where, she didn’t know, but she wasn’t going to let him go without her.





CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT


Kelsey sped west as if a fire spread behind her. It may have not been the right thing to do. She didn’t know if this was the right thing in the eyes of her mother, of all others, but she knew it was right for her.

When she arrived at Peter’s doorstep, uncertainty kept her on the lawn. She was conveniently forgetting all the hurt she caused him, she knew that.

But it didn’t have to be hurt. Anyone who had been in their shoes would know how certain she was that she loved him, and that he loved her.

She knocked.

Cathy answered, dressed in an oversized Kansas Jayhawks T-shirt and Garfield pajama pants. At first, she didn’t register Kelsey’s face, in all her dance makeup and her Lycra outfit. Then her blue eyes narrowed.

Peter must have told her everything.

“You,” she said, in disbelief that Kelsey was right there, in front of her. “What are you doing here?”

Kelsey kept her chin up. She would not be ashamed. She would not be afraid anymore. “I came to say sorry, and to explain.”

“Apology not accepted,” Cathy said. “Get out of here!”

“Please let me in. I need to talk to Peter.”

“You are the last person he wants to talk to.”

That hit hard. She had fallen so far. Kelsey said nothing, but she didn’t move.

“Listen, I’m telling it to you like it is. He never wants to see you again. Get the picture?”

Kelsey tried to glance beyond Cathy’s arm, hoping for any trace of Peter. But she only saw a dark house.

“Please,” Kelsey said, her voice smaller now. “I didn’t mean for it to get so out of hand. I love him.”

Cathy said nothing. She only made an exaggerated pointing motion, whirling her finger, as if she were telling a dog, Go.

Her skin glowing with shame and anger, Kelsey walked off the stoop.

“Just stay away from my son,” Cathy said to her back. “That’s easy enough.”

Kelsey whipped back around to say something, she didn’t know what, but the door had closed.

She got into the Subaru and started the ignition, staring at her steering wheel.

Suddenly, there was a tap on the window. Her heart jumped.

Meg stood outside the car, with her same high ponytail, this time wearing a T-shirt that said WILDCATS DANCE TEAM.

Kelsey rolled down the driver’s-side window.

“Hey,” Meg said.

“Hey.”

“How ya doin’?” Meg said, and Kelsey could tell she had silently cursed herself for asking a pretty obvious question.

“Can I ask you something?”

Meg nodded.

“Is he in there?” Kelsey pointed to the house.

Meg looked back, and nodded again. He must have seen her, or at least heard her. The house wasn’t that big. Maybe his mother was right: He must really, truly hate her.

Kelsey looked at Meg. She was surprised she’d even talk to her. “What do you think of all this?”

Meg frowned, thinking. “Well,” she said, hesitant. “I’ve known for a while, actually.”

“How?”

In answer, Meg held up an envelope. Kelsey’s video.

“It got redirected here when they switched bases,” Meg explained. “I opened it because… Well, I don’t know why I opened it. I was curious about you, I guess. And then I met you, and I liked you, and then I met you again, and I liked you again. I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t want to mess with what you had, you know, going on. You and my brother, you’re good together.”

Kelsey felt her mouth twisting, her teeth clenched. They may have been good together, but it was too late now. He hated her. As he should.

Meg continued, “So, I think… you should have it. Right?” She dropped the envelope in Kelsey’s lap through the open window.

Kelsey picked it up, and tossed it right back out. “Burn it,” she told Meg.

She didn’t want another reminder of her stupid mistake. She would cut herself off from this family, from these memories, from this house. She revved her engine.

Meg picked the envelope off the ground and hit herself on the head with the palm of her hand. “I ruined everything, didn’t I?”

“Nope,” Kelsey said with a sarcastic smile. “I ruined everything.” Then she noticed Meg’s shirt. “Congratulations on making the team, by the way,” she said, and rolled up her window before she drove away.