The Queen of Bright and Shiny Things(34)

“Wow. You don’t get much sleep, huh?”

“I usually pass out between six and eleven. Ryan and I were lucky to see each other once every couple of weeks. We’d Skype in between, send texts, but it wasn’t the same.”

“No.” That explains why she never stopped to see him at work, however. No time. And really, if you trust someone, it never occurs to you that they could be inventing their whole life.

“I know he’s a liar, but … did he cheat on me, too? It probably shouldn’t matter, as I could do jail time for being with him, but I swear I didn’t know.” Tears stand in her big eyes, and I feel a fierce pang of pity for her.

“Hey, he lied, not you. You thought he was a bit younger, but not jailbait. It would’ve been weird if you’d carded him.”

“I will, going forward,” she mutters.

“And to answer you, no. He didn’t cheat. At least, not with me. If there’s someone else, I don’t know about her.”

“Where would he find the time?”

I laugh. “I have no idea. Learning about you shocked me, that’s for sure.”

“It’s none of my business, but … are you … will you…” Cassie trails off, obviously embarrassed that she still cares about the jackass.

“No. Ryan can’t have everything he wants, and that includes me.”

She actually smiles. “I’m a bad person, but that makes me happy.”

“Yeah, well. Nobody wants to break up with someone and then find out he’s with somebody else a day later.”

Grace calls, “Are you about done? It’s time to lock up.”

“Yes, she’s squared away,” I answer. Then dropping my voice, I ask, “Aren’t you?”

She nods. “Thanks for your time. You’re not like I thought you’d be.”

I raise a brow as I gather up my belongings. “How’s that?”

“Big hair, bright red lipstick, lots of spandex. Classic man stealer.”

This is so far from the truth that I laugh. “I don’t know any high school girls who look like that.”

“I wasn’t in a rational mood.”

“Night!” I call to Grace.

Cassie walks out with me as the stylist turns out the lights behind us. My bike is chained to the rack nearby. There are only a few cars parked at the meters, as the businesses downtown close pretty early. I assume one of them belongs to her. With a smile in parting, I dig into my backpack and start taping my sleeves, so I will annoy as many drivers as possible on the way home.

“Night,” I say, moving to unlock my ride. There’s no way I’m saying it was nice to meet her.

“This might be totally out of line, but maybe you’d like to get a coffee sometime, just to make Ryan profoundly uncomfortable?”

I smirk and give her my cell number. “I could be persuaded.”

“It won’t be for a while. Like you said earlier, I don’t sleep much. Which kinda makes it hard to have a normal social life.”


“I’m finding it impossible to imagine Ryan as a booty call.”

Cassie smiles slowly. “We had our problems, but … never that.”

Uh. Wow.

Since I don’t want to imagine Ryan having sex, I end the conversation by swinging onto my bike. With a wave, I take off down the sidewalk. I don’t look back. Cassie wasn’t like I thought she’d be either; I figured she must be sophisticated, but in fact, she didn’t seem much more together than me. She’s just a person, working hard, trying to save for college. On bad days, I imagine she’s sad and exhausted; on good ones, she probably sees the light at the end of the tunnel, where she’ll have enough cash to attend classes full time for a while. It’s kind of revelational to realize that graduation doesn’t also mean receiving all the answers. This is also depressing. I imagine being fifty-eight years old, still with no idea what the heck is going on.

As I ride home, I consider. Some of my friends, like Ryan, know what they want; he has his future all mapped out. He’s going to MIT, where he’ll major in computer science. Others, like Conrad, are still living at home, three years after graduation, and he doesn’t seem to have any plans at all. I fall somewhere in between. I definitely intend to go to college, and basically, my decision will be driven by the school that offers me the best scholarship. There’s a college in Maine that I would love to attend; I’ve crunched the numbers and if I keep my grades up, I could earn a presidential scholarship at Unity, plus if I factor Aunt Gabby’s income, I’ll be eligible for some financial aid, too. We’re doing okay, but we’re not rich. If I do well on the SAT, it’ll probably cost around eight grand a year, which would be sweet. I’d love to finish college without any student loans.

Before I know it, I’m turning down the drive to my house. Two and a half miles isn’t that far, and it’s still before nine. By this point I’m starving, though, so I can’t wait to see what’s for dinner. Oh my God, yum. She’s made one of my favorite dishes, stuffed peppers.

“I’m home,” I call.

“Good day?” My aunt’s already eaten, judging by the plate beside her on the coffee table. I grab it and take it to the kitchen, then pull my plate out of the oven.