Keeping The Moon(46)

The fireworks were reaching their peak now. I could hear “The Star-Spangled Banner,” its tinkly notes rising and falling with

each boom and crash. In the midst of all of the noise and color, I told myself I had to look at Caroline Dawes. Every other time

she’d been mean I’d let her words just sink down over me, like a blanket shaken out by the corners. But this was going to be

different. Whatever she said to me, I would take head-on.

I remembered Isabel, the day she’d taken me home and begun to set me straight. And I saw her tap her temple with one finger, her

face close to mine, saying: Believe in yourself up here and it will make you stronger than you could ever imagine.

And my mother’s words: Being self-confident doesn’t necessarily start inside. It starts with the rest of the world, and leads

back to you.

Then, with one huge, spectacular explosion, the fireworks were over. And the crowd cheered and clapped, whistling with

appreciation.

I stood up straight, put my shoulders back, and looked at Caroline Dawes.

This seemed to throw her. I looked at her hard, focusing on the white and brown of her eyes. They were just normal, nothing more.

She didn’t look away, but I didn’t expect her to. We stared at each other for what seemed like a very long time as everyone

started to pack up and walk to their cars. The show was over.

“Hey,” I heard Josh say. He took a few steps toward me. “What took you so long?”

“I can’t believe you,” Caroline said to me in her snarky voice. She was really too pretty a girl to be so ugly. “You don’t

belong here.”

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t have to. Just being there was enough, for now.

“She’s a slut,” she told Josh, and I watched how her mouth twisted with the words. “Everyone knows it at home.”

And Josh glanced at her, then at me. I suddenly realized I didn’t care whether he believed her or not. I didn’t care what

happened next. I had faced the enemy. The rest of the battle was just details.

“You’re pathetic,” she said to me, and started to turn away.

“And you’re such a bitch,” I said back. And I laughed, surprised at how my voice sounded, strong and steady. “I feel sorry for

you, Caroline.”

“I hate you,” she snapped.

“You should get over that,” I told her. And I imagined Isabel, eyes closed, saying these same words. “It’s unhealthy. Just let

it go”

Her mouth fell open.

I felt someone beside me. “Come on,” Isabel said, closing her fingers over mine. “We’re going.” Caroline looked at her, the

way pretty girls do at girls who are much prettier.

“Okay,” I said, and I smiled at her. We started to walk off but Josh ran after us.

“Colie,” he said, and beyond him I could see Caroline still watching, her friends all around her. She was talking angrily, the

words spewing out. I didn’t have to wonder what she was saying about me. I’d heard it all before.

“Yeah?”

“I, um, I’m sorry about my cousin,” he said. “We’re leaving tomorrow night, but maybe I can call you or something?”

Beside me, Isabel shuffled her feet in the sand. I could see Morgan crossing the dunes, the blanket folded neatly in her arms.

“I work at the Last Chance,” I told him, as Isabel tugged me away. “You can find me there.”

“I,” Morgan said as we bumped down the dirt road toward home, “have no idea what happened tonight.”

“I’ll tell you everything later,” Isabel said to her, patting her knee. “But it was very, very cool.”

When we pulled into the driveway, the headlights lit up the front porch, where a man was sitting on the steps. He stood up and

squinted at us.

“Oh,” Morgan said, one hand flying up to her mouth.

“Oh,” Isabel groaned. “Great.”

“Mark!” Morgan shrieked, hardly even pausing to stop the car before she got out and ran across the grass, up the steps and into

his arms. We were rolling toward the beach until Isabel reached down and yanked up the e-brake. “I thought you were back in Durham

tonight.”

“Plans changed,” he said. “I wanted to surprise you.”

We watched from the car as they kissed, a movie-style kiss that lasted for a long time.

“Great,” Isabel grumbled. “Now where am I supposed to go?”

“Come over to Mira’s.”

“Nah. I think I’ll just take Frank up on that clambake on the sound side. I can walk from here.” She got out of the car and held

the seat for me, then reached down and salvaged the last of her beers, tucking one in each pocket of her shorts.

“Hey, Isabel,” Mark called to her through the dark.

“What’s up, Mark,” she replied tonelessly.

“I want you to meet Colie,” Morgan said, taking him by the hand, leading him down the steps and over to me. As he got closer, I

saw he looked just like his picture. Not everyone does. He was tall and tan, very athletic, with short black hair and white teeth