Preston's Honor(14)

The school year was almost at an end and both Preston and Cole would be heading to college in the fall, and I knew my time with him would be coming to an end, too. It confused me that I wasn’t more upset by that knowledge, but I just wasn’t.

The boy I still longed for was Preston, and it weighed on my heart that kissing Cole had only intensified that yearning. I’d hoped it would lessen it. Even with my eyes closed in a darkened theater, I couldn’t pretend Cole was really his brother. And I couldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt that Preston had seemed to completely withdraw, even in friendship.

One rainy Thursday at lunch, I was rushing to class, taking an alternate route so I wouldn’t get soaked, when I rounded a corner and almost collided with a group of people standing under an overhang.

Halting abruptly, I saw that it was Preston and Cole and three or four of their popular friends. Cole had been talking animatedly to the group who was laughing at whatever he’d been saying and his words halted at my sudden appearance.

My eyes darted around, landing on Preston. I tried not to let it show on my face how much I’d missed seeing him, though I’d seen his brother. Preston’s eyes widened slightly and his lips parted as if in surprise. I tried to stay away from them at school. I didn’t want to cause them any embarrassment, and I didn’t want them to be put in the uncomfortable position of including me with their friends when they might not want to. I forced myself to look away from Preston.

“Hey there,” Cole said warmly. “Join us. Everyone, this is Annalia.” I hesitated, though. I felt unsure and rigid with nerves. I managed a weak smile, hoping I didn’t smell like cleaning supplies. I’d gone to work with my mama that morning and cleaned six disgusting motel rooms before school. If I did still carry the scent of toilet bowl cleaner, hopefully it was subtle enough that no one would notice.

Gathering my courage, I nodded at the people standing around Preston and Cole looking at me curiously.

The group had fallen silent and tension pricked at my skin, a sense of not belonging falling over me like a soggy sheet. I almost turned in the other direction and walked away, but forced myself not to.

“Lia,” Preston said, his voice slightly scratchy. He cleared his throat, holding out his hand to me, and it snapped me from my frozen state. It was only then that I noticed I was the only one not covered by the overhang, the only one getting wet under the drizzling rain.

I let out a quick exhale and took Preston’s hand gratefully, not too nervous to notice the zap of electricity that always went through me at his touch, his nearness. It was both calming and off-putting.

I stepped under the overhang and Preston’s hand dropped from mine, leaving me feeling cold and alone again.

Alicia Bardua had been standing next to Preston and she stepped back, her eyes moving from my head to my feet. From her expression, it was clear she was not impressed. I remembered that long-ago hair fiasco and my fervent desire to look like Alicia—to be her—and felt especially ashamed and embarrassed by her obvious disdain. It was as if she could see inside me and knew the secret longings of my heart. Instinctively, I knew she would use them to hurt me. I felt my cheeks heating and looked away.

“Aren’t you a freshman?” Alicia asked.

I looked back to where she stood and nodded. “Yes. Yes, I’m a freshman.”

She shot me an insincere smile. “We were just talking about the prom. I don’t suppose you’re going since you’re not a senior?”

I glanced at Preston whose face seemed paler than it’d been. “Oh. No. I’m not going.”

She smiled, a cunning tilt of her lips. She latched on to Preston’s arm and said, “Well then you probably won’t be interested in this conversation. You should run along to class.” My heart squeezed painfully and I felt slightly sick. Preston was taking Alicia to the prom.

“Jesus, Alicia. Don’t be fucking rude,” Preston gritted out almost at the same time Cole said, “Shut up, Alicia.”

“What?” she asked silkily, shooting daggers at both of them. “I was just trying to save her from the boredom of having to listen to plans she has nothing to do with.”

My whole face felt hot, that sense of not belonging intensifying. I swallowed. God, I’d known talking to Preston and Cole in public was a bad idea. I’d known.

“Annalia—” Cole started to say when Alicia jumped backward, letting out a small shriek.

“Oh my God! Are those bugs on her?”

I sucked in a breath, reactively jumping backward from everyone, too. I glanced down at my white sweater and spotted three bedbugs, large and filled with blood. Oh God, oh God, oh God. No. No, no, no. Panicked, I stripped my sweater off and threw it to the ground, brushing at the light blue tank top I was wearing underneath.

“Oh that’s so disgusting!” Alicia was yelling as she wiped at her own clothing. “Is anything on me? Did she get anything on me?”

Tears of anguish and humiliation sprang to my eyes. “I’m so sorry,” I croaked. Oh God, they must have gotten on me when I was cleaning this morning.

I was always so careful about bringing bedbugs into our home, always stripped my clothes off in the back of the house when I came home from cleaning and my mama generally did the same if her back wasn’t hurting her so much she couldn’t manage it. But I must not have checked myself thoroughly enough before school that morning. “I’m so sorry,” I repeated.