When I reached the table, Sophie looked up at me, her blue-green eyes full of laughter. She turned back to Jade and said, “Catch ya later.” She jumped up and hurried to another table.
I sat down awkwardly next to Jade. Her hands were folded on the table. I mimicked her pose, and she reached out and covered one of my hands with hers. Instinctively, I closed my hand around hers, grinning like an idiot. Every struggle had been worth it to be in that moment with her.
“So,” she said, “what did you want to talk about?”
I looked down at our clasped hands, and my mouth got dry. Okay, Hart, you got this. She obviously likes you, so start with that.
“Well, I know we don't know each other very well, but do you want to go out?” I stumbled over that last part, simultaneously hoping my hand didn't get sweaty.
She smiled shyly. “I thought you'd never ask.”
No one in the history of the universe could have possibly been happier.
“Let's go somewhere and talk,” I said.
“Okay.” She stood up and stuffed her pulse in her pocket.
We made our way into the open hallway. I didn't want to let go of her hand, ever.
She leaned against the wall, and I took her other hand as I looked down at her. There were some girls who were actually shorter than I was.
“I'm so glad you finally asked me.”
It's not like she hit me over the head with clues or anything.
She grinned at my expression. “You're the guy. You have to ask.”
“That's not true. You could have given me a hint,” I said, trying to sound miffed, even though I was supremely happy.
Smiling, she raised my hand and laid it against her cheek. My heart paused mid-beat. Her skin felt like silk.
I cupped her face, noticing how small it was and leaned down to whisper, “Meet me after band today.”
“Okay.”
My stomach rumbled, and I laughed. “I guess we better eat,”
I looked at her lunch tray sitting on the table a few meters away. Girls sure ate weird.
She saw my expression. “What?”
I shrugged. “No wonder you're so small. You don't eat anything real.”
She pointed at her salad as we walked back over. “This is real.”
I grunted, and she glanced at my tray. Pizza was definitely the food of the gods as far as I was concerned.
The Js were at our regular lunch table and just finishing their pizza.
Jade grabbed her tray and followed me over. We plunked down across from my dudes.
Jonesy looked at Jade's tray. “Are you kidding with that?” He pointed his fork at her salad.
Jade gestured at his food and said, “You guys need to clean up your eating habits.”
Fourth slice in hand, John looked down at his three crusts and shrugged. He took a bite that polished off half the slice. Jonesy laughed and used his crust to wipe up the last vestiges of his ranch dressing.
Jade stared with fascination at Jonesy's ritual. His pears and green beans lay lonely and untouched in a forgotten corner of his tray. Jonesy mowed through his dessert cup of sherbet while expertly eying whatever food John had been dumb enough not to finish.
I didn't have my normal appetite. After all, it wasn't every day that I got a girlfriend.
Jonesy licked his spoon then blurted, “So you two going out now?”
John almost choked on his last hunk of pizza, some of it escaping his mouth.
Jade stopped the fork midway to her mouth, fruit balanced on the tines.
I answered, “Yeah, Jonesy, we are.” I grabbed Jade’s hand under the table. She squeezed back.
The class bell rang its five minute warning.
“Sorry about your lunch,” I mumbled, seeing only half was eaten.
“It's okay.” She curled her small hand around my forearm, where a tiny pulse beat, captured in the delicate skin of her wrist.
She fascinated me.
I recovered. The Js stood and we followed. Carson and Brett sauntered over, Brett eying Jade up.
I didn't like that at all. We moved to the side of the table.
“Hi, Jade,” Brett said, nodding to the Js and me. Carson didn't bother.
Hi,” she said.
“Hey, Hart, gonna see ya at the cemetery on Sunday?” Carson said, looking hard at Jonesy.
Jonesy stepped beside me, and Jade moved a little behind me.
Jonesy said, “We'll all be there, I told ya.”
Brett looked at Jade. “Even your little girlfriend is coming?” He reached out and touched her hair.
“Don't touch me!” she yelped, jumping back.
“Leave her alone, dickhead,” I said, my hands balled into tight fists. I was ready for a hammer session and he was the nail.
Brett moved up until our noses almost touched, our chests a millimeter from contact.
“Caleb, we have eyes,” John said in a low voice.
I didn't take mine off Brett.
Carson put a hand on Brett’s shoulder. “Leave it. He can't do anything, and the chick's not worth it.” He sneered at me.
Brett retreated a step, and the tension dissipated. Carson pulled Brett toward the door. Brett walked backward, glaring at me. A moment before he went through the double doors, his eyes shifted to the left and became thoughtful.
I followed his gaze to see what he was looking at, and Jade filled my vision. Her anxious face was pinched and nervous. Rage filled me. I put my arm around her and scooped her up against me while I stroked her hair with my other hand. She shivered under my touch.
Jonesy said, “Sunday can't come soon enough.”
CHAPTER 10
John was listening raptly to Xavier Collins, aka, Biology teacher extraordinaire. He ran around the room, boiling with energy, making his point. Unfortunately, I had worn out my welcome when we had dissected the frogs and I kept passing out and getting hauled off to the nurse's office.
Collins was jogging back and forth in front of the board, smacking his fist into his open palm, doing a rant about the bees. That again, I thought a little glumly. Between Dad, big time scientist in his pants and Mom, environmental activist. I knew what was wrong. I put my head in both my palms.
“This alarming trend of the decimation of honeybees is appalling. The origins of which precedes 2010. It was in that year that nearly one million honeybee colonies were wiped out,” Collins said.
John nodded with marked enthusiasm at what Collins was saying. Having a swarm of anything die would be a fresh hell for me.
“Caleb Hart,” Collins said, “what are your thoughts on this subject?”
Oh great. “Ah... what do you want me to say?”
“What are your thoughts on the continual decline of this critical species which impacts our habitat at every turn?”
I put my best lame foot forward. “Well, my mom had me help her plant flowers in the garden that attracts bees.”
Carson attempted to cover a laugh by coughing. I blushed. He was such a jerk. It was stupid to admit to helping my mom garden, but my choices for chores were cleaning the bathroom or gardening. Gee, let me think about it.
Collins turned sharply to Carson. “Do you have something to add, Mr. Hamilton?”
Carson squirmed.
“No.”
“Good, very good,” Collins said and turned his attention back to me. “Well, go on then, Caleb.”
I shrugged. “That's it. I mean, I hear my parents talk about the environment a lot.” My voice conveyed how obvious that would be in my household.
“What plants did she select?” Collins asked.
Wow, easy question. “We plant flowers in blue and violet, mainly. But my mom has rhododendrons in a bunch of different colors. She says it's important to plant different types and try to use native plants.”
I actually knew something about this because of my role as The Gardening Slave.
“Very good, Caleb. Caleb's family is doing exactly what we all need to be do
ing. This 'pocket gardening' technique emphasizes that if all of us were doing our small part to propagate the environment, that cumulative effort would have tremendous impact. These insects need all of us working together to resurrect their dying numbers.”
Suddenly, Collins spun around and pointed a finger at me. “What's your favorite plant for bee attraction, Caleb?”
“Sunflower,” I blurted.
Collins smiled and jogged back to the whiteboard. John gave me a thumbs-up, and Carson flipped me off. With a smile, I turned back to the teacher. Some days were okay. Carson's annoyance kicked ass.
Later, during English and PE, I was distracted by Jade. Jade using her pulse-pad, Jade doing jumping jacks to the tune of Ms. Griswold's sandpaper voice.
In band, John and I talked about Jade. It was easier without Jonesy around, who was sorta anti-girlfriends at the moment.
“Are you gonna tell her?” John asked.
“Don't really have a choice. Carson and Brett said something in front of her.”
“Yeah, what was with Brett doing that to Jade?” he asked.
“I don't know, but it pissed me off.”
“Maybe he likes her. You know, likes her,” John said. “He lives kinda by her, ya know.”
Brett had always been a little mean to her. A guy as dumb as Brett probably couldn’t think of a better way to act so they just fall back on what they know... lameness.
“She lives with her aunt now. Is that still close to Brett?” I asked.
“I think her aunt lives pretty close to her old house.”
“Is her aunt like her dad?”
John looked thoughtful.
“You know her dad's a big-time drunk, right?”
I nodded. Everyone knew that.
“Well, I don't hear the same stuff about her. It was some kind of protective custody thing,” he said.
I knew some of the history. Jade had been beaten by her dad. The aunt had called Child Protective Services, and they still kept tabs on Jade. Her creeper dad would be a problem.
“Yeah, she's never said anything about her dad to me,” I said.
John gave me a look. “Before today, did you talk to her much?”
He had me there. “No, I was kinda freaked.”
“She's just a girl, Caleb.” His blue eyes were serious, and the sunlight glinting through the window backlit his hair into a flaming halo.
Just a girl.
“Coming from you that means a lot, Terran! With your harem-o-chicks!” John blushed a fine, blazing red that only true redheads can. I was the first guy in the group to have a girlfriend and it was new, to all of us.
“I plan to get to know her a little better after band,” I said, waggling my eyebrows in full bravado mode.
“Huh? You're gonna take her home to meet the parents?” He smirked.
Terror sunk my stomach like a lead weight. “We're not that serious!”
“Not yet.”
The bell rang and we hung our guitars on their respective wooden pegs and headed for the door. The sun blazed through the huge windows, dust motes swirled lazily in the air, suspended in an invisible web.
We stepped outside, and my eyes locked on Jade.
She wore a tight pink cami covered by a chocolate-colored T-shirt, dark blue jeans, and little strappy sandals. I loved a girl who dressed like one. She smiled when she saw me, and it was all I could do to not pick her up and spin her around.
John cleared his throat, and I waved off. He nodded in understanding with a lopsided grin but didn’t follow me over to Jade.
I took her hand, and we talked about unimportant stuff on the way to the park at the opening of my neighborhood.
***
Dappled sunlight struggled through the canopy of trees. Little more than a drainage area when the development was first built in the 1970s, over time, the park had become a small oasis with structures on three sides. The city park bordered on the fourth, separated by an ugly cyclone fence. Huge indigenous evergreens lined the area, broken here and there by a lone Alder tree. These too, cast pools of shade in the late afternoon light.
Jade and I sat on a well-worn bench just inside the entrance to the woods. A patch of sun found her, slanting across her forehead.
Our hands were still entwined when she asked, “What's going on Sunday, Caleb?”
I evaded the question. “Maybe you should pulse your aunt and let her know when you'll be home.”
Jade pulled out her pulse, which was slathered in iridescent lavender hearts. “Good idea.” She sent the message then leaned against me.
“What did ya say?” I asked.
“I told her I was hanging out with a friend.”
It occurred to me that maybe not all kids would just blurt out their romantic details to their parents. I couldn't imagine Jonesy or John telling their parents anything. Especially John's, they had a sphincter factor that could produce diamonds.
I gave a small smile. “Did you tell her about me?” I asked.
“Well, I didn't tell her a name. I just said I liked a boy at school.”
“What's your aunt's name?”
“Oh... Andrea,” she responded absently, as if her mind was already a million miles away.
I studied her face, wondering about her thoughts. “Anyway, my mom says you're welcome to come over anytime.”
Jade looked down, her long hair falling forward like ink spilling.
She twisted in my embrace to look at me. “You told your parents about me?”
“Yeah. I mean, it's no different than you telling your aunt that you like somebody.” I shrugged. “But I gave them your name.”
Jade shifted against me.
“Do they know about... my dad and all?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I didn't tell them, but they already knew.”
We sat in silence for a few moments, not awkward but like people who fit together like puzzle pieces.
“I love my aunt,” she said suddenly.
I gave her a little squeeze. “My parents don't care, and neither do I.”
“Really?” she asked shyly, looking up at me through her eyelashes.
“Really.”
A huge grin appeared on her face, like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. I grinned back. The moment held, grew, and became a perfect memory.
She shivered a little as I gave her a side hug. I was diggin' that response.
“So about Sunday,” she said.
Oh yeah, that. Mood-killer.
I cleared my throat. “Okay so, the APs are coming up on Monday. And… well, I found out that I have AFTD.”
I expected shock, surprise, something, but Jade just looked back at me calmly.
“I already knew.”
I gaped at her. “How?”
“Because I'm an Empath.”
It was like the mystery being solved. Everything instantly fell into place. I understood her behavior. She already knew about my “problem” because she had one of her own.
The knowledge made me self-conscious. She knew stuff about me that maybe I hadn't wanted her to know, like how much I dug her.
Couldn't a guy have a few secrets?
She must have sensed my tension. “This is why I haven't said anything.”
I tried to relax. Couldn't.
I took a deep breath. “You haven't told anyone but me?”
“And Sophie. I was thinking about telling Andrea, but she may tell my dad.”
I was surprised. “Why would she do that?”
“I don't know. She knows he's crappy, but she thinks he has a right to know important stuff. She'd think this was.”
“Well, she's gonna find out after Monday.”
She nodded.
“My dad's got a cerebral inhibitor that I'm gonna take so I won't hit the radar as a corpse raiser.”
“Caleb, they're gonna know you're AFTD.”
“I know, but I can be a lesser AFTD, and I won't be that important. Ya know, a two-point or something.”
“How do you know you can raise dead things?” she asked.
I told her about the cemetery then about the dog. Jade showed a lot of sympathy for the dog. Just thinking about him brought his emotions flooding into me.
“Where is he now?” she asked.
“I don't know for sure, but the impressions—”
She raised one eyebrow. “Impressions?”
“Yeah, if I think about him, he's like here with me.”
“Like when I touch people...” she mused.
“I don't know if it's like what you have. All I know is that I thought he needed to live, then he did. And afterward, I could sense his emotions.”
“So, what do you know about people?” I asked.
“Ah-uh, you're not getting off that fast!” She laughed. “No off-topic. Tell me about Sunday.”
I plowed my free hand through my hair. “Well, Jonesy thought we needed to teach Carson and Brett a lesson.”
Jade's brow furrowed into two, neat lines, kind of like a number eleven in the middle of her forehead.
I rushed to explain. “He thought it may distract them enough during the aptitude tests that they wouldn't be paying attention to me or think to let a teacher in on what I can really do.”
Jade tilted her head. “Yeah, but later, they're going to retaliate.”
I shrugged. “I guess that's a chance we'll have to take.”
Jade rolled her eyes.
“Boys!”
As if that explained all reason in the world.
“Listen, they won't respect me until I dominate them. They're just that type. You see that, don't ya?”
“Yeah... I guess so.” She bit her lip, looking uncertain. “Brett lives near me. He’s always been… difficult.”
She actually sounded like she felt sorry for the guy. I looked at her, dumbfounded.
She whispered, “His dad's worse than mine.”
The silence rolled out, and I let it. I didn’t really know what to say. But I did know that girls always seem to want to fill silences with talking. Guys didn't feel that obligation.
After a few minutes, she said, “When we were little and met at the bus stop, his dad would sometimes meet him in the afternoon, and right there, in front of all the kids, he'd be shit-faced drunk. Of course, he'd wait until the driver pulled away before he started hitting Brett.” She looked down at her hands clenched in her lap. “Then, he would drag him off to the car. The next day at the bus stop, Brett would be all beat up.”
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