And I've barely made it through the front door when he's already driven away.
Twenty
The next morning, as I'm getting ready for school, Riley's perched on my dresser, dressed as Wonder Woman, and spilling celebrity secrets. Having grown bored with watching the everyday antics of old neighbors and friends, she's set her sights on Hollywood, which allows her to dish the dirt better than any supermarkettabloid.
"No way!" I gape at her. "I can't believe it! Miles will flip when he hears this!"
"You have no idea." She shakes her head, her black curls bouncing from side to side, looking jaded, world weary, like one who's seen too much-and then some. "Nothing's what it seems.
Seriously. It's just one big illusion, as fake as the movies they make. And believe me, those publicists work their butts off keeping all of their dirty little secrets-secret."
"Who else have you spied on?" I ask, eager to hear more.
Wondering why it never occurred to me to try to tune in to their energies while I'm watching TV or flipping through a magazine. "What about-"
I'm just about to ask if the rumors about my favorite actress are true, when Sabine pokes her head in my room and says, "What about what?"
I glance at Riley, seeing she's bent over laughing, and clear my throat as I say, "Um, nothing, I didn't say anything."
Sabine gives me an odd look, as Riley shakes her head and says, "Good one, Ever. Real convincing."
"Did you need something?" I ask, turning my back on Riley and focusing on the real purpose behind Sabine's visit-she's been invited away for the weekend and isn't sure how to tell me.
She walks into my room, her posture too straight, her gait unnaturally stiff, then she takes a deep breath and sits on the edge of my bed, her fingers nervously picking at a loose thread on my blue cotton duvet as she considers just how to broach it. "Jeff invited me away for the weekend."
She merges her brows. "But I thought I should run it by you first."
"Who's Jeff?" I ask, inserting my earrings and turning to look at her. Because even though I already know; I still feel like I should still ask.
"You met him at the party. He came as Frankenstein." She glances at me, her mind clouded with guilt, feeling like a negligent guardian, a bad role model, though it hasn't affected her aura, which is still a bright happy pink.
I cram my books into my backpack, stalling for time, as I decide what to do. On the one hand, Jeff isn't the guy she thinks. Not even close. Though from what I can see, he truly does like her and means her no harm. And it's been so long since I've seen her happy like this, I can't bear to tell her. Besides, how would I even go about it?
Um, excuse me, but that Jeff guy? Mr. Swanky Investment Banker? So not the man you think he is. In fact, he still lives with his mom! Just don't ask how I know what I know-just trust that I know.
No. Uh-uh. Can't do it. Besides, relationships have a way of working themselves out-in their own way-in their own good time. And it's not like I don't have my own relationship issues to deal with. I mean, now that things are starting to stabilize with Damen, now that we're growing closer and I'm feeling more like a couple, I've been thinking that maybe it's time I stop pushing him away. Maybe it's time we take the next step. An
d with Sabine out of town for the next couple days, well, it's an opportunity that may not come around again.
"Go! Have fun!" I finally say, trusting she'll eventually learn the truth about Jeff and move on with her life.
She smiles, with equal amounts of excitement and relief.
Then she gets up from my bed and moves toward the door, pausing as she says, "We're leaving today, after work. He's got a place up in Palm Springs, and it's less than a two-hour drive, so if you need anything, we won't be too far."
Correction, his mom has a place in Palm Springs.
"We'll be back Sunday. And Ever, if you want to have your friends over that's fine, though-do we need to talk about that?"
I freeze, knowing exactly where this conversation is headed and wondering if she's somehow read my mind. But realizing she's just trying to be a responsible adult and fulfill her new role as "parent," I shake my head and say, "Trust me, it's all been covered."
Then I grab my bag and roll my eyes at Riley who's dancing on top of my dresser, singing, "Par-ty! Par-ty!"
Sabine nods, clearly relieved at having avoided the S-E-X talk almost as much as me. "See you Sunday," she says.
"Yup," I say, heading down the stairs. "See you then."
"Swear to God he's on your team," I say, pulling into the parking lot, feeling the warm, sweet tingle of Damen's gaze long before I actually see him.