One Small Thing(63)
“No,” she says firmly. “I’d rather chill at my place tonight.”
Jeff’s expression clouds with annoyance. I expect him to dig in and be an ass about it, but after a long beat, he relaxes and beams at her.
“Okay. Beth will just have to miss out. We’ll chill at her place another time.”
“Gee, thanks for including me in plans involving my own house,” I say sarcastically.
He ignores that and leans closer to rumple Scarlett’s hair. “This looks great, by the way,” he drawls, his approving gaze sweeping over her stick-straight hair. “Real sleek.”
Her eyes turn brighter than the fluorescent lights over our heads. I get it now. Jeff likes straight hair. Scarlett straightens her hair. Oh brother.
“I’ll see you guys at lunch,” he adds before strolling off.
Scarlett is blushing as she watches him go. I haven’t seen her look at anyone like that since Matty Wesser moved away, and it brings both a pang of joy and a jolt of panic.
A part of me understands why she’s so drawn to Jeff. I’ve seen his charming side—I know what that dimpled grin and laid-back manner can do to a girl. But I’ve also seen his mean side. I’ve listened to him berate me outside a party and then watched him drive off, leaving me alone on a dark, unfamiliar street.
I wish I knew which Jeff is the real one. I wonder if Rachel knew. She had never said a bad word about him. Ever. But she also didn’t talk about their relationship much.
“You really like him,” I say slowly, trying not to sigh.
“I really do,” Scarlett says, her cheeks turning even redder.
“Are you guys a couple now?”
“I don’t know. I hope so.”
Crap. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her my doubts, to share my uneasiness about Jeff, but I don’t have the heart to ruin her good mood.
“C’mon, let’s go to Calc,” I finally say.
We reach the classroom just as the bell rings, and I’m disappointed because I was hoping I might get a chance to talk to Chase in the hall before we went in. But he’s already at his desk when Scar and I walk in. His blond head is down, but it rises slightly at my approach.
Hooded blue eyes meet mine, just briefly. I swear I see a hint of a smile before he ducks his head. It’s his way of saying hello or good morning, and I wish so badly I could say it out loud to him. I can’t, though. Not after what happened yesterday. Standing up for Chase resulted in all my classmates turning against me. In my friends getting mad at me. In my parents searching my room and grounding me for life.
A public stand for Chase right now would probably send me into exile.
So I offer a ghost of a smile in return, and then we both duck our heads and pretend we don’t know each other.
But when Mrs. Russell is at the whiteboard and everyone is bent over their notebooks trying to solve the problem she just gave us, I take a chance and pass a note to Chase.
My heart beats wildly as the tiny folded-up square lands on his desk. I hold my breath, but nobody notices what I’ve done. Nobody but Chase, whose long fingers unfold to drag the note toward him.
I bite my lip anxiously as I wait for him to read the three words I scribbled on that paper.
Come over tonight.
He doesn’t look my way to acknowledge the note or offer a reply. But he tucks the paper in his pocket, and that’s all the answer I need.
25
“I shouldn’t be here,” Chase says for what seems like the hundredth time.
“If you say it again, I’m going to kick you out.” It’s an empty threat, though. I still can’t believe he even came over. Last thing I want him to do is leave.
He stares intently at the blue television light that’s flickering in my family room window. Mom and Dad are watching Gold Rush reruns. Dad enjoys instructing the television how the crew is screwing up, while Mom makes a lot of disappointed sounds in the back of her throat along with the occasional “Do they have to curse so much?” exclamations.
Satisfied that they’re not coming outside, he rests his elbows on the plaid blanket I stowed behind the tree earlier. Ten feet away, Rachel’s swing sits motionless, shrouded in darkness. During the ten o’clock news, the meteorologist said it’d be a chilly night, but he must’ve been mistaken because I’m warm inside and out.
“You can’t kick me out. We’re not inside.” He gestures toward the night sky.
A dog barks in the distance. Another answers. The light over the Rennicks’ back porch flicks on.
“Fine. I’ll set Morgan on you and he’ll chase you off,” I suggest.
“Nah, dogs love me.”
Mrs. Rennick calls for her mutt to stop barking and come inside.
“This is true.” From what I’ve seen, the shelter dogs all pant after Chase. “I feel betrayed.”
“Don’t. Whenever you leave, they whine. They miss you.”
I study him from under my eyelashes. If it was the middle of the day, his broad shoulders would block the sun. Instead, the moonlight halos his form, making him look otherworldly. “Aww. Okay. You can stay.”
“Sweet. I was planning on it anyway.”
I’m glad it’s dark and he can’t see the stupid grin on my face. To be safe, I tuck my legs closer to my chest and rest my chin on my knees. This way I can hide my face and stare at him at the same time.