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I left him on the couch and slipped back to my room. I didn’t sleep much, but it didn’t have anything to do with the nightmare. I kept thinking about what I expected from my future, and hoping more than anything that Evan was in it.
Jonathan was still on the couch, asleep, when I got up before dawn to use the bathroom. I thought about waking him to send him to bed, but he was sleeping. And that was, after all, a good thing.
18. Story Time
A soft knock drew my attention to the front door while I was rinsing my oatmeal bowl in the sink. Without allowing me a chance to answer, the door crept open and Evan stepped in.
“Hi. ” He seemed tentative, not his usual confident self.
“Hi,” I returned, taking in his face for any signs of illness. He looked tired and sullen, which only heightened my concern.
He offered a slight smile, but the trouble that flickered in his eyes remained. I approached slowly, preparing myself for the news that he wasnt going to Stanford.
“Are you okay?” he asked, examining the stressed lines of my face.
I couldn’t mask the lack of sleep that hovered under my eyes or the worry that weighed down the corners of my lips.
“Are you?” I asked in return, continuing closer until I was less than a foot in front of him.
“I worry about you,” Evan stated, tracing every inch of my face. “Are you really okay?” He ran his hand along my cheek. I closed my eyes, soaking in its warmth.
“I’m okay. ” That’s all I could offer, because on the inside I was a mess. I needed to understand why he was acting so strangely.
Evan leaned in and softly pressed his lips to mine, slightly loosening the knot of worried tension that held me captive since the moment he stepped out of the Art room.
“Thats a little better,” I murmured when he pulled away. "Are you going to tell me what happened yesterday? Is it Stanford? Did you not get in?"
He looked at me in surprise. Then a smile eased onto his face. "You think yesterday was about Stanford?"
"I dont know what it was about," I continued, not at all relieved by the amused look. "You were supposed to know by now. "
"I did get the letter," he admitted.
I stopped breathing, anticipating the next sentence.
"But I dont know if I got in. "
"What?" I asked, my shoulders sinking. "What does that mean?"
"Oh, Em," he shook his head. "Im sorry I didnt tell you. My parents dont tell me which college Im attending until all of the acceptance letters come in. Were still waiting on Yale. "
"Does that mean they get to decide for you?" I asked in horror, realizing if Stuart had his say Evan wouldnt be going to any school in California.
"No," Evan chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and holding me against him. "I write down my first three choices, and then my mother reveals which school Im going to. She makes a big production out of it. We go to a nice restaurant, and then she hands me an envelope with the name of the college inside. Dont panic. Youre not losing me, no matter what. " He kissed the top of my head.
"Why does she do that?" I asked, completely baffled.
"Its something she came up with for Jared. Jared didnt get his first choice. He picked Dartmouth. So she conjured this celebratory reveal to soften the blow. She thinks its only right she does the same for me. Youll come to the dinner, right?"
"Of course," I returned. But I quickly reconsidered. I didnt know if I could fake excitement if he wasn’t accepted to Stanford.
"Better?" he asked, inspecting me again. I nodded. He leaned down and kissed me gently. “Ready to go?”
“Just need to get my jacket,” I answered. He released me so I could go to the closet.
I followed him out the door, and he took my hand after I locked the house behind us.
It occurred to me during our drive to school, hed never explained what happened to him yesterday. I couldnt keep from trying to read his thoughts as he drove. His eyes lacked the light that usually shone within them. I knew something was still troubling him.
“What’s wrong?” I finally asked. "Because I know something is. " He exhaled deeply, as if he’d been preparing himself for my question.
“Will you come over tonight?” he asked in return. “There’s something you should know, and I want to explain it when we’re alone. ” I stopped breathing again. His tone was too serious for it to be anything good.
I nodded slightly, my chest burning in a storm of panic.
Evan pulled into a parking spot and glanced at me, then did a double take. I knew the panic was evident?I wasnt even trying to hide it. “Em, I’m sorry,” he consoled. “That sounded much worse than I meant it to. You don’t have to worry, I swear. ”
I nodded.
He met me on my side of the car and pulled me toward him. “I love you,” he said softly, his blue eyes filled with sincerity. “Know that before you spend the whole day freaking out. Okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered.
Before he could lean down to kiss me, I heard, “And that’s Evan and Emma, one of Weslyn High’s power couples. Evan’s gorge’ but don’t even bother looking?he won’t see you. ”
I poked my head around Evan, astounded. Jill walked by with a petite blonde with big doe brown eyes and pouty red lips. The girl’s eyes darted away when they connected with mine, realizing I’d overheard them.
Evan took my hand and turned toward them shaking his head in amusement. When he spotted the new girl, he offered warmly, “Hi, Analise. ”
She quickly replied, “Hi, Evan,” with an abashed smile, her cheeks turning rosy.
Jill dragged her off quickly, most likely to get the inside story on how they knew each other.
“How do you know the new girl?” Sara asked from behind us. I turned quickly, unaware of her approach.
"Good morning, Sara," I greeted.
"Good morning," she acknowledged before turning toward Evan and demanding, "So?"
“My mother hired Analise’s mom to work for her new consulting firm,” he explained. “They moved here from New York. ”
“I’m sure my parents will be taking hers out for dinner soon enough to welcome them to Weslyn,” Sara sighed.
“It’s just her mom,” Evan noted. “I think we’re supposed to have them over for dinner on Friday. In fact, Im pretty certain your parents are coming too. ”
“That’s not surprising,” Sara returned with a roll of her eyes. “Is she a junior?”
“I think so. ”
As we walked by her and Jill in the hallway, I took a closer look at the new transfer who was receiving so much attention. She was very pretty in a pure and innocent sort of way. Her fair skin made her red lips and blushed cheeks that much more pronounced, reminiscent of a porcelain doll. Her blond hair tossed in waves, barely touching her shoulders; she nervously twisted a strand around her finger. She seemed shy, barely able to make eye contact with anyone, but she’d certainly found the best person to tell her the ins and outs of the social hierarchy at Weslyn High.
And for no reason I could explain, other than pure territorial insecurity, I didn’t want to picture her having dinner at the Mathews’ dining room table. I was ashamed of myself for even thinking it, but the guilt didn’t make me change my mind.
“My mothers hoping you’ll come over for dinner tonight,” I told Evan before he departed for his locker.
“Are you feeling okay, Evan?” Sara asked, interrupting us. “You look tired. ”
“Im trying to get over something,” Evan admitted. I was instantly struck by his meaning, wanting to know more than ever what he was planning to tell me.
Then he responded to my invitation with, “Sure. We’ll go to your house after practice. ” He kissed my cheek and walked away.
“And you seriously need to start wearing concealer. " Sara shook her head as she looked me over. “You could probably count the number of times you’ve slept through th
e night on one hand, and it’s doing a number on the circles under your eyes. ”
“Thanks, Sara,” I huffed, stopping in front of our lockers. “It doesn’t help that I live in the creepiest house in Weslyn. And as much as your black wall looks chic during the day, at night I swear it breathes. ”
“Maybe you should try the medication your doctor prescribed,” Sara advised. When I didn’t respond, she changed the subject. “How’s Rachel? Or better yet, how’s Jonathan?”
I smirked sardonically at the eagerness in her voice. “Fine. Although she did see your textbook last night and was ready to give me step by step instructions before Jonathan walked in and overheard. I wanted to die. ”
Sara laughed. “Did you read it?”
“No!” I shot back quickly, making her laugh harder. “I don’t think I’m going to. You can have it back. ”
“Just thought it would help,” Sara shrugged with a sly grin.
“I’ll falter through it on my own, I guess,” I murmured, shutting my locker door with my first period books resting in my arm.
The rest of the day was filled with a buzz of oohs and ahhs over Analise. Since she was a junior, I didn’t have any classes with her. I could avoid most of the gawking that stalked her. But as luck would have it, I found her sitting on the stool at my table in the Art room, exactly where Evan should have been.
“Hi,” Analise offered tentatively as I sat down next to her.
“Uh, that’s Evan’s seat,” I responded coolly.
“He won’t be a part of this assignment,” Ms. Meir said from behind us, causing us both to spin around. “So, Analise, you are more than welcome to sit there for the duration of this project. Emma, will you explain what we’re working on?”
“Sure,” I answered slowly, not getting past the sentence when she explained Evan wouldn’t be part of this assignment.
I must have come off as the most horrible person in Weslyn High to this girl. I provided an abbreviated explanation of what we were working on, and basically ignored her for the rest of class. I was too busy trying to figure out what Evan needed to tell me and why he wasnt in class, convinced the two were connected. I didn’t give her the slightest bit of attention.
“It was nice meeting you,” Analise’s soft voice said as we put our things away. I felt wretched.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t very talkative,” I responded guiltily. “It’s been a weird day. ”
“Ive heard you keep to yourself,” Analise stated. “I understand. ”
“I’ll see you tomorrow. ” I tried to recover with a soft smile.
“Sure,” she smiled back kindly before we parted ways.
Evan was waiting for me at my locker.
“Did you drop Art class?” I questioned before he could say hi.
He hesitated with his lips pressed together. “No. I just asked to work on something else for a while, so Ms. Meir gave me a photography assignment. ”
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