Paper Cuts

by Yvonne Collins

  She hesitates. ‘I want to come with you to Solana’s.’

  ‘You’re not exactly my biggest supporter. Why would I take you?’

  ‘Because sisters do nice things for each other?’

  ‘What’s the last nice thing you did for me?’

  ‘Hmmmm …’ She pretends to think. ‘I didn’t tell Paz about your stupid column, because you asked me not to.’

  Oh, right. That. I apply a little more yellow to Scoop’s column. ‘I’ll think about it.’

  Grace takes the newspaper out of my hand and scans it. ‘Think fast, because if you don’t take me along, I may have to tell Joey who’s behind his getting called a eunuch in a certain syndicated column.’

  Obviously Grace’s reign isn’t quite over yet.

  Grace hangs her leather jacket on a hook and shakes Solana’s hand.

  ‘Great art,’ Solana says, examining Grace’s rainbow-colored arms.

  ‘Thanks,’ Grace says, offering a rare smile. ‘Kai at Cherry Bomb.’

  To me this is an unintelligible fragment, but Solana nods and points to a tattoo on her own forearm. ‘Kai.’

  Grace spots a framed concert poster on the wall over an old upright piano. ‘I went to that one.’

  ‘That was years ago. You couldn’t have been more than fifteen.’

  ‘Fourteen,’ Grace admits. ‘I knew the bouncers and they used to let me in if I promised not to drink. Our mom works nights, so it was easy.’

  ‘Mine too,’ Solana says. ‘That’s how I got my start in the clubs. She didn’t even know I was performing until someone showed her a review. But she did know I was having trouble at school.’

  ‘Ditching?’ Grace asks, perching on the edge of the brown velvet couch. My sister has hijacked my meeting, but it’s interesting, so I keep quiet.

  ‘Ditching. Also taking creative license with report cards and letters from my guidance counselor.’

  My sister’s face lights up. She had a talent for forgery herself. I witnessed her altering Dunfield notices many times, but she coerced me into silence with a variety of threats, some involving her body piercer.

  ‘You can get away with murder in a school as big as Dunfield,’ Solana says. ‘No one can keep track of you. If it weren’t for music, I don’t know how I’d have ended up.’

  ‘Probably pregnant and working in a diner,’ Grace says, her voice sounding a little wistful.

  Solana studies Grace for a moment. ‘Well, we all do the best we can with what we’ve got, right? And it’s never too late to try something new. I got help with my learning disability, and I’ll be graduating soon.’

  Her phone rings, and she apologizes as she answers. ‘It hasn’t stopped all day. I’ve a got a couple projects heating up.’

  After Solana hangs up, Grace asks, ‘Are you going to talk about your learning disability at the Literacy Gala?’

  ‘No. Too personal.’

  ‘But your story would inspire a lot of people,’ Grace says. She pushes herself as far back in the couch as she can. ‘Like me.’

  Solana hesitates, switching the phone from one hand to the other and back. ‘I wouldn’t know what to say.’

  ‘Luisa can help you. She’s a great writer.’

  I stare over at my sister incredulously and then back to Solana. ‘I’d love to help you.’

  Solana ponders for a few more moments and finally says, ‘Okay. Maybe I should, if it will do some good.’

  The phone rings again. Before Solana can answer, Grace reaches over and takes it from her. ‘Why don’t I handle your calls while you guys work?’

  Solana sets Grace up in the dining room with her schedule and rejoins me. We listen in on a call, and she says, ‘Your sister is very persuasive.’

  By the time Solana and I have come up with an outline for the speech, Grace has rearranged about ten appointments and mapped them out on a grid. ‘Nothing starts before noon on the days after you’ve performed.’

  Solana is clearly more impressed with Grace’s efforts than mine, which causes my constantly simmering sibling resentment to bubble up. I couldn’t get Solana to speak about her problem, and Grace did. And then she upstages me even more by playing personal assistant. Why couldn’t she let me have my moment without stealing my thunder?

  At the elevator, Solana turns to hug Grace. I expect my sister to recoil because she barely tolerates displays of affection, even from Keira, but she actually throws her arms around Solana.

  Hugging me next, Solana says, ‘Thanks for your help. I couldn’t tell my story half as well without you.’

  As the elevator doors close, Grace says, ‘That was cool.’

  ‘Very.’

  Neither of us looks at the other, but I sense we’re both smiling. As it turns out, there’s plenty of thunder to go around.

  The dart flies out of my hand and punctures the red balloon with a satisfying pop.

  ‘Your girl’s got quite the arm,’ the guy behind the counter tells Joey, who’s standing beside me holding my purse and cotton candy.

  We’re at the Fun Fair, the last major fundraising event in the Literacy Challenge. The guys and the girls teams actually came together to organize it, and the unseasonably warm day has drawn a huge crowd. Plus, since Tyler and I mentioned it in ‘The Word,’ students from other schools have at least doubled our usual crowd.

  ‘The rest of her isn’t bad, either,’ Joey says, stooping to kiss my cheek.

  Rachel and Izzy beam at him. This is the first time they’ve hung out with us, and I can tell he’s made a good impression. It shouldn’t matter what other people think, but it makes me happy anyway.

  I offer Joey a dart. ‘Two more red balloons and we get the teddy bear.’

  He slides the purse straps onto his shoulder before aiming and firing the dart with his right. It hits a blue balloon instead of a red one.

  ‘Try it without your purse,’ someone says. ‘You might have better luck.’

  We turn to find Mac Landis standing behind us with Morgan the Moron and some of their crew. Mac hasn’t acknowledged me in weeks, and I don’t see why he’s bothering now.

  The guy running the game says, ‘Let the lady have the last dart. You could still win the plastic gecko.’

  ‘Yeah,’ Mac says, playing to the crowd. ‘Let the lady take her best shot. You’ve got your hands full.’

  ‘Shut up, Mac,’ I say, trying to take my purse back from Joey.

  ‘Ignore him,’ Joey says, holding on to it. ‘He’s an idiot.’

  Mac is enjoying himself too much to give up the stage.

  ‘Let me give the lady a hand – I mean the little lady, not the big one.’ He holds out his hand for the dart. ‘I’ll show you how it’s done.’

  I turn away from him to take aim at one of the remaining red balloons. ‘I’ve seen the way you do things, Mac. I can handle this on my own.’

  ‘Ten bucks says she chokes,’ Mac says.

  ‘Fifteen says I don’t,’ I counter. I shouldn’t be so cocky, but I’m determined not to let Mac get the better of me in front of Joey.

  Raising the dart, I close my eyes and conjure up the memory of Mac rejecting me at the dance. Then I open my eyes and the dart demolishes its target. My friends cheer.

  As the caller cuts down the gecko, I turn to Mac. ‘You owe me fifteen bucks.’

  He snorts. ‘Like that’s going to happen.’

  ‘A bet’s a bet, Landis,’ Joey says. ‘Unless you’re a cheater. Are you?’

  Mac scowls, and I remember what Joey said about his plagiarizing an assignment. Morgan takes a step toward Joey, but Mac stops him and pulls out his wallet. ‘Take the money,’ he says, handing it to me. ‘Buy your boyfriend a new handbag.’

  He disappears into the crowd, and I treat everyone to french fries with my winnings, knowing it’s the best way to cleanse the tainted money.

  Tyler and Ella are standing beside the food truck, feeding each other. They’re so entranced that they barely notice us. Clearly Scoop wasn’
t exaggerating about his relationship reaching ignition point. I wait until Tyler looks up before standing on tiptoe to kiss Joey on the lips. He has no idea I’m Newshound, but I want Scoop to see that Luisa Perez’s Forever Boyfriend is no eunuch.

  ‘Holy PDA,’ Izzy says.

  Joey grins. ‘What was that about?’

  ‘Just thanking you for getting money out of the cheater.’

  ‘Hey, look, the circus just rolled into town,’ Rachel says, pointing to Mariah, who’s approaching with her film crew. ‘Only, someone’s had a makeunder.’

  Mariah’s jeans are topped with a simple turtleneck sweater and a down coat that covers her butt. Her hair is twisted in a bun at the nape of her neck, and most shocking of all, she’s wearing glasses.

  When she sees us, she comes over. ‘Coconut, I liked it so much better when you stayed in the grease pit, where you belong.’

  ‘What’s with the new look?’ I ask. ‘Does Mac have a thing for librarians?’

  ‘I just realized that with this body, I don’t have to go around proving anything. A little mystery is where it’s at.’

  ‘That’s exactly what Newshound said. It’s sweet the way you look up to her.’

  She stares down at me. ‘Mariah Mendes looks up to no one, at least not in this school. But if Newshound is hanging with Solana G., obviously she’s almost as cool as I am. I might even give her my VIP phone number.’

  ‘Wow, that’s quite an offer.’

  ‘It’s incomprehensible.’

  ‘It sure is,’ I say.

  ‘I think she means incomparable,’ Joey suggests.

  Mariah notices him for the first time. ‘That’s exactly what I meant.’

  Turning to Joey, I wordlessly remind him whose side he’s on. Interpreting my look correctly, he hastily offers me his fries. I don’t really like chili sauce, but I sample them anyway and offer mine in return.

  Mariah observes this exchange, but before she gets to lob her next shot, Mr Sparling joins us, marshaling two young Sparlings through the crowd.

  ‘Well, well,’ he says. ‘If it isn’t some of my favorite students.’ His eyes flit from our little circle over to Tyler and back. The same odd expression crosses his face that I saw in his office, only this time it’s more pronounced.

  ‘Hi, Mr Sparling. Where’s Mrs Sparling today?’ I ask.

  ‘Happy to have some time to herself,’ he says. ‘Besides, she knew my students would be checking her out and wondering what she’s doing with a guy like me.’

  I laugh. ‘She chose you for your sense of humor, sir.’

  ‘Sorry to break up the party,’ Mariah says, ‘but I have to do my time in the kissing booth.’ She points to a booth in which a cheerleader is paying lip service to a line-up of guys and tugs on Joey’s arm. ‘Come on, cutie. I’ll give you a two-for-one special.’

  Joey allows himself to be towed away, and Rachel, Izzy and I stare after him. Waving a hasty goodbye to Mr Sparling, we follow them.

  By the time we reach the kissing booth, Mariah has taken off her glasses and pulled the pins out of her hair. She assists the cheerleader from the booth and takes the hot seat. The line-up doubles instantly, and Mariah holds up a hand. ‘Settle down, guys.’ She takes out a compact and pouts to apply lip gloss. Then she points to Joey and summons him. ‘You first.’

  Joey steps out of the line and walks to the booth. My tray of fries slips out of my hand. Surely my soul mate is not going to throw what we have away for a single kiss from Mariah Mendes?

  ‘He can’t,’ I moan, and Rachel squeezes my hand. The alarm on her face is surpassed only by the alarm on Izzy’s.

  ‘I can’t,’ someone echoes. It’s Joey’s voice, and he’s talking to Mariah. ‘I’m only interested in kissing Luisa. But I’d be happy to donate a couple of bucks to get you started. Since it’s for a good cause.’

  I fiddle with the remote control for the DVD player, trying unsuccessfully to get the movie to start.

  ‘Let me show you how it’s done,’ Joey says, taking it from me.

  I’ve used it a hundred times, but my fingers aren’t working quite right tonight. I guess I’m nervous about being alone in the apartment with Joey. We were supposed to meet some of his friends, but Joey suggested hanging out here instead. I didn’t want to say no, because A) I wanted to have him all to myself, and B) I didn’t want to look like I was afraid to be alone with him.

  Normally I’m not afraid to be alone with him; it’s just that we’re usually alone surrounded by people. I trust Joey, but things have been speeding up between us lately.

  It’s like someone pressed the FAST FORWARD button the minute I realized he was my soul mate.

  Mom would be all over the PAUSE button if she were here. I finally told her about Joey a few days ago, and although she didn’t say much, I can tell she’s rattled. Well, she can relax. I have no intention of making the same mistakes she and Grace did. But I still want to be close to my boyfriend.

  Last night at the bus stop we were a little too close for Dan’s liking. He drove past us, slammed on the brakes, and hit reverse. Then he basically took us hostage, sticking Joey in the backseat alone. After dropping him off, Dan gave me a painfully awkward lecture about the birds and the bees. If I didn’t already know the biology behind procreation, that discussion certainly wouldn’t have enlightened me. Still, I appreciated that Dan cared enough about me to put himself through it.

  Joey brings up the DVD’s main menu and asks, ‘Are you free next Thursday?’

  ‘I’m free after work.’

  He looks at me. ‘Actually, I meant in the afternoon. School lets out at noon because of the Literacy Gala.’

  ‘I know,’ I say. ‘But I’ve already made plans.’

  This is my chance to invite him, or at least tell him about Newshound, but I chicken out.

  ‘Could you change your plans? There’s something I’d really like to do.’

  I shake my head. ‘I made a commitment. Sorry.’

  I wait for him to press, hoping he’ll force me to disclose my plans. Instead he turns silently to the television. Away from me.

  Wanting everything to be right between us, I put my arms around his neck and pull him down onto the couch. If he’s annoyed at me, he gets over it enough to slide a hand up my T-shirt.

  It’s still there when the overhead light flicks on. ‘Hey!’

  We shoot apart like balls breaking on a pool table. Grace is standing at the door, balancing Keira on one hip. ‘What the hell is going on here?’

  It’s perfectly obvious what’s going on here. ‘We’re watching a movie.’

  ‘Couldn’t you watch it with your shirt on? Joey, you’d better get going. It’s late.’

  ‘It’s 9:15,’ I protest, tucking in my T-shirt. ‘And you’re not my mother.’

  Joey finds his voice. ‘We weren’t doing anything wrong, Grace.’

  ‘No? Tell it to Paz. He’s on his way over.’

  Joey scrambles to his feet and grabs his jacket.

  ‘Don’t go,’ I say, following him to the door. ‘I made popcorn.’

  ‘I’ll call you later,’ he says, kissing my cheek. ‘Don’t worry.’

  ‘Are you insane?’ Grace asks as the door closes behind him. ‘Is my life so glamorous you want the same thing?’

  ‘It wasn’t like that,’ I say.

  ‘I didn’t think it was like that either. Then all of a sudden it was.’

  The fight drains out of me. ‘Grace, I’m not you.’

  ‘I know: you’re smarter. Stay that way.’

  Chapter Seventeen

  THE WORD … FROM NEWSHOUND

  Breaking Up Is Hard to Do

  The Literacy Challenge is drawing to a close, and I think we’re all amazed at how we pulled together to raise so much money. I’m not the only one who started this year with the usual Dunfield apathy, and I certainly never expected to be on a winning team. Okay, so we haven’t quite won that vacation yet, but in other ways we’re already victors.
Our performance has impressed everyone from our parents to celebrities like Solana G. Even Principal Alvarez has been caught smiling lately. But no one should be happier about our achievement than we are. We proved our ability to achieve lift-off.

  On the romantic front, it turns out that lift-off is more elusive. I started this term thinking that chemistry and good intentions were enough to get a relationship airborne. I’ve found out that it takes a lot more than that.

  Communication is definitely key. If you can’t – or won’t – talk about problems and work through them, you’re destined to crash and burn. Ironically, with all the mechanisms we have at our disposal to communicate 24/7 – cell phone, text messages, instant message, e-mails – somehow it’s easier than ever to avoid it. Anyone can hide behind technology to avoid hearing harsh words like, ‘I’m not into you,’ or ‘We’re over.’

  Who knows, maybe Scoop was right about hookups being the way to go. It’s definitely simpler. If you don’t expect much, you won’t be disappointed. And when you hit a rough patch, you can disappear without even going through the trouble of breaking up.

  I’d like to continue to share my insights from the front line, but ‘The Word’ is winding down. It’s been quite an eye-opener for me. Thanks to Scoop, I’ve learned a lot about how the male mind works, and as a result I’ve been having nightmares for months. I think I speak for all Dunfield women in saying that I hope his personality is unique.

  Newshound still stands by her view that mature respectful guys are out there and worth waiting for, but concedes they’re hard to find. I’ve decided to take a hiatus from romance and focus on friends, work and study. One day, when I’ve shaken off the dust of this old dump, I’ll give it another try.

  Until then, dear readers, I wish you all the best in love and literacy.

  THE WORD … FROM SCOOP

  A Clean Break

  Newshound, let me be the first to offer my condolences. It sounds like Mr Dreamboat has already capsized. I hate to say I told you so, but I so called this one. Actually, anyone could have seen this coming. Your rose-colored glasses were six inches thick, girlfriend. Like I keep telling you, teenage guys and fairy-tale romance do not mix.