The Boy on the Bridge - Page 21

I crack a smile. “I appreciate the effort, but I don’t wear makeup daily. I don’t really wear it at all.”

“Maybe not now, but you’ll probably start to soon. It usually starts around the time you notice boys,” she says lightly. She finishes my mascara and leans back, smiling at her handiwork. “Beautiful.”

“Can I see?”

She nods, screwing the cap back on the mascara and opening the powder compact she bought me.

I take it, checking out my reflection. I look the same, of course, but she’s right—somehow my eyes look even bluer with the mascara. “It looks pretty. Thank you.”

“That’s the thing about makeup,” she tells me. “It’s not always about looking good, it’s about feeling good. I just feel better when I wear it.”

I flash her a smile and close the compact, handing it back to her to put in the bag.

“You can put it in your purse.” She hands me the mascara, too. “We’ve got to condense bags and hide the evidence anyway, right?” she teases.

“Right,” I murmur, sliding the makeup into my purse.

She said it like she was joking, but as she folds up the bag, she echoes a question her son has already asked me. “Is your mom super strict?”

I shake my head. “No, not really. Aside from Sara, my mom’s my best friend. I think she’s just worried that I might be starting to like a boy, and she’s not ready for it,” I explain, even though it makes my face heat up to admit it—and to his mom, no less.

“I get that. My mom was the same way when I was your age, believe it or not. But the more restrictions she put on me, the more it convinced me that I must be missing out on something really exciting. It didn’t keep me from boys, just made me sneakier. I was a bit of a rebel,” she confides.

I smile faintly. “I’m not.”

“I can see that,” she says dryly.

Ordinarily, I would never dream of asking an adult to explain their relationship, but since Venus has shared so much with me already today, I try to think how to ask her what’s going on with her husband. Hunter is convinced she’s in the process of leaving him, but nothing I’ve seen and nothing she’s said today has backed that up.

At the same time, she has to be, right? He hit her son. He hit him so hard he had a black eye, and I saw the hostility between them the day I was over at his house. Surely it’s not okay with Venus that the man she’s in a relationship with dislikes her son so vehemently.

One time, my mom had a boyfriend that didn’t like me. It wasn’t that he was mean to me (and he certainly never laid a hand on me), but he seemed disinterested in getting to know me or interacting with me more than he absolutely had to. She thought maybe he was just being shy at first so she brought him around more to break the ice, but he always seemed mildly annoyed when I was around.

She ended up dumping him. Mom told me she couldn’t be with someone who didn’t treat her favorite person right, and that was that—we never saw him again.

Before I can figure out a way to approach it with Venus, though, Hunter and his friends find us in the food court. His mom just finished condensing everything she bought down to two bags, so she passes them to me under the table before asking us if we’re getting hungry.

“I am,” I volunteer, since only the guys have spoken up so far.

“Of course she is,” Valerie murmurs under her breath to her friend, who chortles.

I look at her, frowning mildly. “I’m sorry, was that supposed to be an insult?”

“Of course not,” Valerie says innocently. “It must be nice, that’s all. I’m on a diet so I’ll just have a salad.”

“Okay. I’m going to have bourbon chicken with a heaping plate of fried rice,” I tell her. “It’s going to be delicious.”

Hunter smirks. “That does sound good. I think I’ll have that, too.”

Valerie gets even pissier when everyone decides what they’re eating and Hunter and I walk alone to the Asian place with the bourbon chicken.

“You and Valerie seem to be hitting it off,” he jokes, grabbing two trays and passing one to me.

“She’s mean,” I inform him, not bothering to mince words.

“She’s a little mean,” he acknowledges. “It grows on you, though.”

“Why would I want it to? I don’t like her, she doesn’t like me—I’d say that’s that.”

He moves down the line, placing his tray on the counter. “Our moms are friends, so she’s kind of hard to get away from. We’ve always been pushed together since kindergarten. There was a brief period one summer when Valerie’s mom thought her husband had flirted with my mom at some cook-out and we stopped hanging out, but come August, everything was fine again.”

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