“Oh, that explains it,” I tell him. And then, just like with Tiffany and Demeka, I find I’ve completely run out of things to say. I mean, I could ask Nathan where he’s from, how long he’s here for, why he’s wearing a tie. But I’d only be filling the time until I leave, and that doesn’t seem fair.
I’m ready to pull the plug and let the conversation die. But then he surprises me.
“I hate my cousin,” he says.
Scandal. But not really. Still, I’m curious why.
He goes on. “I hate the way he treats girls. I hate the way he thinks he can buy all his friends by throwing parties like this. I hate the way that he only talks to you when he needs something. I hate the way he doesn’t seem capable of love.”
Wow. I can barely remember my own cousins’ names. Nathan seems so intense about Steve.
“Then why are you here?” I ask.
“Because I want to see it fall apart. Because when this party gets busted—and if it stays this loud, it will get busted—I want to be a witness. From a safe distance away, of course.”
The boy’s on fire. It’s amusing. I decide to add more fuel.
“And you’re saying he’s incapable of loving Stephanie?” I ask. “They’ve been going out for over a year.”
“That doesn’t mean anything, does it? I mean, being with someone for over a year can mean that you love them…but it can also mean you’re trapped.”
Trapped. How stupid, because my first thought is, Stephanie is not nearly as trapped as I am. Which is ridiculous. Neither of us is trapped.
I wonder what would make Nathan say such a thing. He talks like he knows.
“Speaking from experience?” I ask.
“There are many things that can keep you in a relationship,” he says. His eyes are begging me to listen. “Fear of being alone. Fear of disrupting the arrangement of your life. A decision to settle for something that’s okay, because you don’t know if you can get any better. Or maybe there’s the irrational belief that it will get better, even if you know he won’t change.”
He. I guess Nathan is on the Preston side of things.
“?‘He’?” I say, to make sure.
“Yeah.”
“I see.” Maybe this explains why I’m finding him so harmless, why I’m feeling so open to him. Girls don’t need to be threatened by boys who are after boys.
After a moment, he asks, “That cool?”
“Completely,” I assure him. I wonder if Steve knows.
“How about
you? Seeing anyone?”
“Yeah,” I say. Then, seeing where this is going, I add, “For over a year.”
“And why are you still together? Fear of being alone? A decision to settle? An irrational belief that he’ll change?”
Ha. I’m not about to tell him it’s much more complicated than that. So instead I say, “Yes. Yes. And yes.”
“So…”
“But he can also be incredibly sweet,” I add. “And I know that, deep down, I mean the world to him.”
Those eyes don’t let me out of it. “Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn’t have to venture deep down in order to get to love.”
Enough. I don’t know you. Stop.