Nocte (The Nocte Trilogy 1) - Page 83
But it’s summer, so no one is here to see.
Dare steps away from the bike and pulls his helmet off, the breeze ruffling his dark hair. He’s absurdly handsome as he appraises the school, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun.
“So this is the fabled place of torment?”
I nod. “Unfortunately.”
Dare glances at me. “It’s just a building, Calla. It can’t hurt you.”
“The people inside can,” I point out, the scars of their words imprinted in my memory. “Words can harm people every bit as much as a weapon.”
He nods. “I know. But what happens as you get older, is that you realize that the people in high school were never very important to you in the first place. They’re just stupid kids who don’t know anything. You’ll go on and do great things, and they’ll stay here in this little town and do nothing. You’ll win.”
I stare at him. “And how exactly do you know that?”
He shrugs. “It’s just math. I read a study once that said over half of the population will never move more than twenty miles from their hometown. There’s not a lot of brilliant opportunity here, I’m guessing. So your classmates who stay will never save the world or anything.”
“And I will?” my voice is sharp.
Dare doesn’t flinch. “You’ll change someone’s world. I am positive of that.”
My nether regions flood with warmth because I think he means himself. But then my blood turns ice cold with a realization. If I change anyone’s world, it will be Finn’s, so I doubt I’ll have time to change Dare’s too. I’m not talented enough to do both.
I’m feeling dejected about that as I turn around and gaze at the faded red bricks of my school, at the doors that I dreaded walking through every morning for four years.
I’m startled when the principal walks through them now.
He’s startled to see me, too.
“Ms. Price,” he says quickly, and crosses the walk toward me. I’m not used to seeing him in casual clothes, so his shorts and polo shirt throw me off.
“Hi Mr. Payne.” The irony of his name is not lost on me.
“How are you doing?” he asks, his tone both warm and nervous. I get it. No one knows what to say to someone who has lost a loved one. It’s a hard situation. “You’ve been in my thoughts a lot lately, Calla. My wife has asked me several times if I know how you’re doing.”
“I’m fine,
” I lie. “We’re hanging in there.”
“And your father?” he asks.
“He’s doing as well as can be expected,” I tell him. “I’ll tell him you asked about him.”
“Well, this is a small community, Calla. Everyone hated to hear of your loss. If you need anything, for college or for anything else, you just let me know.”
I nod and he hurries away to his car as though he can’t get away from me fast enough.
“Ugh,” I shake my head. “He’s all about helping now, but he never raised one finger when Finn kept getting shoved into lockers our freshman year by the football team. Or when they de-pants him our junior year. Or all of the times in between. And he can’t even bring himself to directly ask about him now. They think he’s crazy and not worth their time. It disgusts me. This whole town disgusts me.”
I turn away for the bike and Dare grabs my arm, forcing me to pause.
“I understand your anger, Calla. But do me a favor, ok? One of the most beautiful things about you is your spirit. It’s refreshing… to me, and to anyone else who sees it. So don’t let anything make you ugly, ok?”
His words are so honest that they freeze me in my tracks, making me realize something. I can’t let them make me as ugly as they are. I nod slowly.
“You’re right, I guess. I can’t fix their small minds. So I can’t let it affect me.”
Dare nods. “Exactly. Wanna get out of here?”
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