can never hang out at Elody’s house after five o’clock because her mother will be home, and drunk. We don’t talk about the fact that Ally never eats more than a quarter of what’s on her plate, even though she’s obsessed with cooking and watches the Food Network for hours on end.
We don’t talk about the joke that for years trailed me downhallways, into classrooms, and on the bus, that wove its way into my dreams: “What’s red and white and weird all over? Sam Kingston!” And we definitely don’t talk about the fact that Lindsay was the one who made it up.
A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.
Lindsay rolls over on her side and props herself on one elbow. I wonder if she’s finally going to mention the guy at NYU. (I don’t even know his name, and the few times she’s ever made reference to him she called him the Unmentionable.)
“I wasn’t nervous,” she says quietly. Then she sucks in a deep breath and her face splits into a grin. “I was horny, baby. Randy. ” She says it in a fake British accent and then jumps on top of me and starts making a humping motion.
“You’re impossible,” I say, pushing her off me. She rolls all the way off the bed, cackling.
“You love me.” Lindsay gets up on her knees and blows the bangs out of her face. She leans forward and rests her elbows on the bed. She suddenly gets serious.
“Sam?” Her eyes are wide and she drops her voice. I have to sit up to hear her over the music. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course.” My heart starts fluttering. She knows what’s happening to me. It’s happening to her, too.
“You have to promise not to tell. You have to swear not to freak out.”
She knows; she knows. It’s not just me. My head clears andeverything sharpens around me. I feel totally sober. “I swear.” The words barely come out.
She leans forward until her mouth is only an inch from my ear. “I…”
Then she turns her head and burps, loudly, in my face.
“Jesus, Lindz!” I fan the air with my hand. She sinks onto her back again, kicking her legs into the air and laughing hysterically. “What is wrong with you?”
“You should have seen your face.”
“Are you ever serious?” I say it jokingly, but my whole body feels heavy with disappointment. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t understand. Whatever is happening, it’s happening only to me. A feeling of complete aloneness overwhelms me, like a fog.
Lindsay dabs the corners of her eyes with a thumb and jumps to her feet. “I’ll be serious when I’m dead.”
That word sends a shock straight through me. Dead. So final, so ugly, so short. The warm feeling I’ve had since taking the shots drains out of me, and I lean over to shut Ally’s window, shivering.
The black mouth of the woods, yawning open. Vicky Hallinan’s face…
I try to decide what will happen to me if it turns out I really have gone bat-shit insane. Just before eighth period I stood ten feet away from the main office—home to the principal, Ms. Winters, and the school psychiatrist—willing myself to go in and say the words: I think I’m going crazy. But then there wasa bang and Lauren Lornet shot into the hall, sniffling, probably crying over some boy drama or fight with her parents or something normal . In that second all of the work I’d done to fit in vanished. Everything is different now. I’m different.
“So are we going or what?” Elody bursts into the room in front of Ally. They’re both breathless.
“Let’s do it.” Lindsay picks up her bag and swings it over one shoulder.
Ally starts to giggle. “It’s only nine thirty,” she says, “and Sam already looks like she could barf.”
I stand up and wait for a second while the ground steadies underneath me. “I’ll be fine. I’m fine.”
“Liar,” Lindsay says, and smiles.
THE PARTY, TAKE TWO
“This is how a horror movie starts,” Ally says. “Are you sure he’s number
We don’t talk about the joke that for years trailed me downhallways, into classrooms, and on the bus, that wove its way into my dreams: “What’s red and white and weird all over? Sam Kingston!” And we definitely don’t talk about the fact that Lindsay was the one who made it up.
A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.
Lindsay rolls over on her side and props herself on one elbow. I wonder if she’s finally going to mention the guy at NYU. (I don’t even know his name, and the few times she’s ever made reference to him she called him the Unmentionable.)
“I wasn’t nervous,” she says quietly. Then she sucks in a deep breath and her face splits into a grin. “I was horny, baby. Randy. ” She says it in a fake British accent and then jumps on top of me and starts making a humping motion.
“You’re impossible,” I say, pushing her off me. She rolls all the way off the bed, cackling.
“You love me.” Lindsay gets up on her knees and blows the bangs out of her face. She leans forward and rests her elbows on the bed. She suddenly gets serious.
“Sam?” Her eyes are wide and she drops her voice. I have to sit up to hear her over the music. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course.” My heart starts fluttering. She knows what’s happening to me. It’s happening to her, too.
“You have to promise not to tell. You have to swear not to freak out.”
She knows; she knows. It’s not just me. My head clears andeverything sharpens around me. I feel totally sober. “I swear.” The words barely come out.
She leans forward until her mouth is only an inch from my ear. “I…”
Then she turns her head and burps, loudly, in my face.
“Jesus, Lindz!” I fan the air with my hand. She sinks onto her back again, kicking her legs into the air and laughing hysterically. “What is wrong with you?”
“You should have seen your face.”
“Are you ever serious?” I say it jokingly, but my whole body feels heavy with disappointment. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t understand. Whatever is happening, it’s happening only to me. A feeling of complete aloneness overwhelms me, like a fog.
Lindsay dabs the corners of her eyes with a thumb and jumps to her feet. “I’ll be serious when I’m dead.”
That word sends a shock straight through me. Dead. So final, so ugly, so short. The warm feeling I’ve had since taking the shots drains out of me, and I lean over to shut Ally’s window, shivering.
The black mouth of the woods, yawning open. Vicky Hallinan’s face…
I try to decide what will happen to me if it turns out I really have gone bat-shit insane. Just before eighth period I stood ten feet away from the main office—home to the principal, Ms. Winters, and the school psychiatrist—willing myself to go in and say the words: I think I’m going crazy. But then there wasa bang and Lauren Lornet shot into the hall, sniffling, probably crying over some boy drama or fight with her parents or something normal . In that second all of the work I’d done to fit in vanished. Everything is different now. I’m different.
“So are we going or what?” Elody bursts into the room in front of Ally. They’re both breathless.
“Let’s do it.” Lindsay picks up her bag and swings it over one shoulder.
Ally starts to giggle. “It’s only nine thirty,” she says, “and Sam already looks like she could barf.”
I stand up and wait for a second while the ground steadies underneath me. “I’ll be fine. I’m fine.”
“Liar,” Lindsay says, and smiles.
THE PARTY, TAKE TWO
“This is how a horror movie starts,” Ally says. “Are you sure he’s number
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