Made You Up(77)

“Dad, you could be Indiana Jones.”

“You think so?” he replied. “I’d have to grow a bit more scruff than I have now.” He rubbed his unshaven face. “Ooh, I could go as Indiana Jones for Halloween next year. Think your mom would agree to dress up as my spunky yet sexy female companion?”

“I dunno. You’d have to look really good. And probably bribe her with chocolate.”

He laughed, and the doorbell rang. He went to answer it while I settled into the couch with the bowl of popcorn. Charlie had avoided the living room since we’d returned, and my mother—thank God—had been at the grocery when Miles had called my house.

I tried to ignore what was going on in the hallway. Dad would scare away anyone, unless it was Miles. But I had a feeling Miles was going to give me some space.

“I wanted to check on Alex and make sure she was okay. I heard about what happened at school.”

Tucker.

“Yes, she’s fine,” Dad replied. He peeked into the living room. “Hey, Lex Luthor, you feel up to guests?”

I pushed myself off the couch and peered around the doorframe into the hallway. Tucker stood on the front step, worry on his face. His hand brushed nervously through the huge pot of fresh white geraniums my mother had set on the porch. Behind him, the trees along the street were in full bloom, bursting with the colors of spring.

“Oh, hey, Alex. Are you okay?”

“Dad, it’s fine. I’ll talk to him outside.” I set the popcorn bowl down and moved past my dad to join Tucker on the porch. “It’s okay, really,” I said one last time, and with a reluctant smile, Dad closed the door.

“So . . . you’re okay?” Tucker said quickly. “Are you coming back to school?”

“No, I’m really not okay,” I said. “But yeah, I am coming back. We only have two months left, after all. And if I don’t go back, things are only going to get worse.”

High school dropout. That was exactly what colleges wanted to see on applications.

Tucker stood there for a moment, running his hand through his black hair, fixing his glasses, spinning his watch around his wrist.

“How’d you find out?” I asked.

“Text message.” He held up his phone. “I think . . . most everyone in the school got one.”

I nodded. I had figured that pretty much everyone knew by now—that’s why they’d been ignoring me, and whispering behind my back the past few days. Celia’d been leaking the information for at least a week now. The band competition was just a way to scare me.

“So . . . now you know,” I said.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? It’s not your fault I’m crazy.”

“No, I . . . I don’t care about that. My dad has schizophrenic patients. He calls them ‘normal people with more quirks.’ I’m sorry that I got so mad at you. And ignored you for so long. And I’m sorry I didn’t trust that you could handle Miles. I shouldn’t have butted in.”

“But you were right—I shouldn’t have done that to you. Or to anyone. I should’ve stopped him.”

Tucker laughed hesitantly. “Well. I kind of deserved it.”

I waited.

Tucker sighed and sat down on the porch swing. “He got that job from Cliff. I’d been waiting for it all semester. Do you remember Celia’s bonfire, on Scoreboard Day?”

“Yeah . . .” My stomach sank. I knew where this was going.

He blushed and looked away. “I slept with Ria.”

Before I knew what I was doing, I had his face in my hands and was yelling, “TUCKER. THAT IS NOT TRUE. You are the one source of GOOD in this godforsaken place! You can’t have gone along with Ria’s plans—I’m the one who screwed up and put IcyHot in your underwear!”

Tucker shook his head, and I dropped my hands.

“No, you’re not a bad person,” he said. “And Richter isn’t a bad person, and I’m not a bad person. We’re just people, and people sometimes do stupid things.”

I stared at him. After a few seconds, I said, “So. You and Ria.”

“Me and Ria,” he replied.

“You had sex with Ria Wolf.”

“I had sex with Ria Wolf,” he admitted, raising his hands in defeat.

“And how was that?”

“It sucked,” he said, laughing suddenly. “It was awful. I’ve never felt more awkward in my life. I mean, it was pretty obvious from the beginning that she was using me, but you’ve seen her—she’s hot. Like, beyond hot. Like hotness to the nth power.”