reflection 01 - the reflective

by Blodgett, Tamara Rose

  “Well, Jonesy and I have not formally appointed you the executive, but the expression ‘executive decision’ is not opposite to its real meaning.”

  I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms.

  A slow grin spread over John's face. “Pretty damn clever, Hart.”

  We bumped fists and that sealed our coolness. We resumed the Dreaded Sanding.

  ***

  Friday droned on without further incident. Jade and I hung with the Js while eating lunch. Jonesy got Carson on board and gave him the time to meet on Sunday. We whipped out our pulses and thought our reminder chimes.

  Later in the afternoon, the speakers blared a message about the upcoming tests. Mrs. Calvert added, “Be sure to get a good night's sleep and a proper breakfast.”

  We rolled our eyes.

  I gave Jade a hug before she left for class. I watched her walk away. The Js watched me watch her.

  Jonesy shook his head. “Man, you got it bad.”

  John nodded. “Yeah, he does.”

  I smirked.

  “Oh, and you two are going to be any different when you like somebody? Pfft.” I dismissed them with a wave of my hand and headed to class.

  They were right, though. Even Miss Rodriguez's hotness didn't entice me anymore. With Jade as my girlfriend, English was just another class. In band, I made the mistake of telling John how I felt.

  He looked at me in horror when I explained the new dynamics.

  “Miss Rodriguez is still completely hot. You having a girlfriend so doesn’t change that, dude.”

  “Well, maybe she is still pretty hot, but Jade is plenty distracting. I bet all I'll pull out of that dumb class is a B.”

  “Yeah, your parents will have a shit fit if you get a C.”

  John laughed, but I didn't think it was that funny. Not all of us could just have a heartbeat in class and get an A. I mentioned that most obvious fact and he shrugged. That was John. He wasn't going to admit he was smart.

  Mr. Cole came over and asked John to play a measure or two on the piano. John stared at the sheet music and began tapping the keys. The adults called John a natural.

  The notes floated out of his instrument. He used all the dynamics, gaining volume and softening at the correct times.

  When he approached the fifth measure, Cole stopped him with a raised hand.

  “Okay. Today I want you to work with Alex. He needs some fine tuning.”

  John went over to where Alex was sitting. They were both awkward turtle, yet... it worked. A few minutes later, that cop from the accident walked into the room. My heart began hammering in my throat.

  John looked up from helping Alex, catching sight of Garcia and about crawled up his own corn cob.

  I set my guitar down and stood.

  Garcia went over to Cole. “Hey, Tony, I just wanted to borrow Caleb for a sec.”

  Cole winked. “Sure thing, Officer Garcia.”

  Garcia crooked a finger at me. I left my stuff where it was and followed him out the door and into the parking lot.

  He asked, “So how are you, Caleb?”

  “Since last week? Fine.”

  “You remember that I said that I'd keep an eye on you?”

  I nodded.

  “Well, it's come to my attention that there are a couple of young men who are becoming a problem at the school.”

  “There's no problem,” I said.

  Garcia raised one eyebrow. “Really? Because I've heard different reports.”

  Somebody had diarrhea of the mouth. “We're not great friends or anything, that's for sure.”

  Garcia looked down at his notepad. “Doesn’t Jade LeClerc live fairly close to the Mason boy?”

  I was liking the conversation less and less. Garcia was doing more than keeping an eye on me.

  A beat of silence. “Yeah.”

  “There's a situation that has been escalating in that neighborhood you need to be aware of.”

  He waited. The noise of the bees droning lazily was loud between us as the sun warmed our faces.

  He sighed. “Listen, Caleb, I'm here to help, not run your life.”

  I left the silence alone.

  He caved first. “Okay, I have a feeling about you, and I'm going out on a limb. I know the Mason kid is under tremendous pressure at home. Miss LeClerc escaped a similar background, but not the same can be said for Mr. Mason. I was hoping, when there's a huge potential trauma for kids realizing some form of paranormal ability, if you might restrain yourself from exacerbating this situation.”

  He lost me. “Huh?”

  Garcia sighed again. “Listen, don't wind Brett up right now. He's like a bomb waiting for detonation.”

  “Gotcha.” The bomb reference worked, I understood. I got a visual of Brett blowing up, chunks of his body raining down. Too many pulse games. Yeah.

  Garcia's shoulders relaxed and a lopsided smile appeared.

  “Maybe you can mention this to the Js.”

  His calling John and Jonesy the “Js” struck me as odd. I didn't like it.

  I clamped down on my expression, but Sergeant Garcia's smile slipped.

  “Yeah, okay,” I responded.

  The bell shrilled, and a moment later, John lurched out the door. He and Garcia were about eyeball to eyeball, but Garcia was all-that-is-man—broad shoulders and bulging forearms.

  John looked unfinished beside him.

  Garcia excused himself and walked away.

  ***

  Jade came up as his cop car was a white dot in the distance. She put her hand above her eyes like a shield. When his car disappeared she turned to me, giving me a look I was already beginning to love. The kind where she looked thoughts at me and I knew what she was thinking. No paranormal skills necessary. Awesome.

  I pressed her against my chest in a tight hug. “Yeah, it's the same cop from the accident.” I answered her unspoken question.

  Jade bent her head back, a small frown puckering her brow. “Garcia?”

  I nodded.

  John stared at where Garcia's car had been. “What did he want?”

  “He wants us to lay off Brett.”

  John looked at me, then at Jade, then back to me again.

  “Really,” I confirmed.

  “That's is not gonna fly!”

  “Yeah.”

  I looked down at Jade. “He mentioned you too.”

  She looked surprised. “What? Why?”

  “Garcia is keeping track of us. Somebody blabbed, and now he knows we're fighting. He knows about your dad, Brett's family, that you live in the same neighborhood...”

  John said, “We need to get the twins off our backs, at least distract them.”

  “I sure don't like Garcia being this interested in our lives,” Jade said.

  John shrugged. “I guess there isn't much more we can do. The plan's set. Jonesy will never back down, and it would make things way worse if we didn't meet Brett and Carson. They'll think we're cowards.”

  “Right,” Jade said. “I hear that, but everyone knows what I think.”

  I squeezed her arm. “We know, but trust us, if there was an easier way to shut those two down, we'd have done it. Some guys need a two-by-four to the head before they understand people aren't tolerating their bullshit.”

  Jade was quiet for a moment, then said, “I'll be there.”

  That's my girl. I almost did a fist bump with John, but played it cool.

  Then I remembered my big news. “I get the dog on Tuesday.”

  John said, “Wow, I didn't think that was gonna happen!”

  “Me either, but the parental unit caved. They think I've been traumatized by this whole AFTD thing... so, I get him.”

  “Have you been traumatized?” Jade asked with a trace of sarcasm.

  “Yeah... really, really bad. And I'm gonna need a lot of sympathy and attention.” I looked down at her with a perfectly straight face.

  She grinned. “Good luck with that.”

  John started how
ling and slapping his knee. “Yeah, that was priceless. You traumatized, yeah right!”

  My face got tight. “I mean, what if I had, ya know, been traumatized?”

  I looked between the two of them. They weren't buying it.

  That made John howl louder and traitor that she was, Jade joined in. And where-the-hell was the unspoken girlfriend-boyfriend code of honor? As if things couldn't get any funnier, Jonesy walked up.

  “What's so funny?”

  John and Jade were in the throes of laughter—at my expense— so I turned to Jonesy and said, “They don't think I've suffered a trauma.”

  “What... you? Hell, no! You're the man.” He clapped me on the back. “You don't need sympathy for anything.” Jonesy looked around for support, but John and Jade were busy busting a gut.

  “What's with them?” Jonesy asked.

  “I don't know,” I huffed. They quieted themselves down to a couple of random hiccups, then looked at each other and another hysterical bubble of laughter escaped.

  Jonesy looked perplexed.

  “You had to be here, I guess,” I said... or not, narrowing my eyes and giving them the look they deserved.

  Jade and John finally managed to quit laughing. I filled Jonesy in on the whole cop-showing-up-at-the-school thing.

  Jonesy said, “That's easy for him to say. It's not his ass catching crap all the time.”

  He had a point. Maybe Garcia was okay, but I wasn't trusting anyone. Enough with the gloom. It was Friday!

  “You guys want to come and hang at the house?” I asked.

  Jade hesitated for a second. “I guess I have to meet your parents sometime, huh?” She cast her eyes down to her feet, shifting her weight, but took out her pulse.

  “They're great! Ali makes the best food,” Jonesy said, “and Kyle is pretty cool.”

  The three of them whipped out their pulses and contacted respective parents and Aunt Andrea.

  Everybody could. I was about to ask how Jonesy had managed to get his pulse back early when Alex walked over and extended his hand. Jonesy gave the pulse to Alex, who ran his thumb over it, blanking it.

  “Couldn't live without your pulse?” I asked Jonesy.

  “Dude! It's been diabolical. Pure torture!”

  Jade rolled her eyes. I noticed the glint of excitement in her gaze. She was excited about coming over.

  John looked over Alex’s shoulder and asked how he managed that.

  “I did a delayed ID protocol,” Alex said.

  “How?” John was enthralled. We'd never get away once John started talking with another tech-freak.

  Alex demonstrated on his pulse. “After that, there are only three different timed settings to choose from.”

  Bor-ing.

  John was nodding, obviously feeling it.

  “John,” I said, breaking up the tech-fest.

  Gawd. “We need to go.”

  He sighed, turning back to Alex. “I want to know more, but I gotta book.”

  Alex gave John a mock salute and walked away. We headed to my house.

  I entwined my fingers with Jade's then noticed Jonesy was being unusually quiet.

  Just when I thought he had to be sick or something, he said, “Heard it's gonna rain this weekend.”

  John stopped and looked at him. He gestured at the perfect sky. “From this to rain?”

  “Yeah, man, it's Seattle, rain's inevitable. My mom is totally into NOAA, she keeps up on the weather. She says that a 'system' is moving in.”

  John nodded. “That means the barometric pressure should be dropping soon, giving rise to storms.”

  Wow, that sounded creepily adult like. I told him that and he smiled.

  “It'll just make things more dumb for Sunday,”John said.

  Duh, Pacific Northwest, it's an obligation to rain here.

  “Oh, I don't know,” Jonesy said. “Maybe Carson's gonna have to stick his head farther in that pipe. Too bad it can't work in a toilet.” He smirked. “Doesn't matter. He’ll still get his, rain or shine.”

  Nothing derailed the Jonester.

  We turned off the main road, making a left into my neighborhood. My house was last in a row of eight. A false street lay on the north side, where a fence stretched behind our backyard, running the length of the neighborhood.

  Jade paused as she walked through the stucco arches that led to the atrium. I looked around, taking it in from her perspective. A Japanese maple spread its delicate canopy over the pebbled cement walkway, its green leaves translucent with fiery-red veining. All around, flower beds burst with shade-loving plants.

  Jade looked over at me, her face alight. The Js looked like they would sleep as they stood there, but God love 'em, they were waiting it out. Now that was true friendship.

  “What is this?” she asked, gently running her hand over the delicate foamy purple frond.

  “An Astilbe,” I answered.

  The Js made kissy faces at me behind Jade's back. Jonesy made the vertical knife to the wrist motion—that meant morgue, he had explained at one point, whereas horizontal meant hospital. What a dumb ass. Not helpful.

  Mom saved everyone from the flower-worship situation. “This must be Jade.”

  “Hi, Mrs. Hart,” Jade said.

  “Oh no, please don't. I look around for Kyle's mother when someone calls me that. Just Ali. Nice to meet you.”

  Mom was pretty good at avoiding awkward turtle moments. “Hey, guys, I made banana bread today.”

  The Js raced into the house at the mention of food, shoving each other out of the way as they went. Mom and Jade rolled their eyes, laughing.

  I cut four slices for each of us. I slathered butter over Jade’s and mine. When I set the plate in front of her, Jade stared down at it with her mouth hanging open.

  Mom chuckled and removed three of the slices from Jade’s plate. “Here, this may be a little more manageable.”

  How do girls stay alive? A mystery for another day.

  Mom said, “You guys go get your crumbs all over the place outside, eh?”

  “Good idea, Mom,” I said with a tone.

  “Do you have a tone, Caleb?”

  How do parents always hear a tone?

  I grabbed the gallon of milk from the fridge and told John to get some cups.

  We sat on our deck, which was bordered by a built-in bench. Jade pulled a lilac branch close to her. Its flowers were such a deep violet they looked bruised. She took a moment to smell its powdery sweetness. The Js were inhaling their banana bread, but Jade was taking little bites of hers. Her awe at our small patch of garden told me that she didn't have anything like it.

  Jonesy was licking the crumbs off his fingers when I realized what I'd missed. I told everyone to hold on a sec, running inside to get a napkin, but Mom had one in her hand. She was on it.

  I winked. “No youngheimer's for you Mom.”

  She frowned.

  Alzheimer's was that freakish disease old farts got that caused their brains to turn to mush or was that mad cow? I don't know, I liked to use the non-politically correct terms to get Mom worked up. I could see her steaming in the kitchen, thinking about all the old people I had made fun of.

  Jade smiled, taking the napkin and using it to wipe her mouth and hands. John wiped his the pant leg of his jeans which was what I normally did. Jade saved me from these dire choices by handing me the other napkin. I looked back at Mom, pretty sly.

  A movie would be great. My pulse said four-forty-nine, pretty close to supper.

  “Mom,” I bellowed.

  Mom cracked the window open. “Caleb, I loathe yelling, as you well know, come in here or next to the window.”

  I sighed, getting up and closing the distance. “Can everybody stay for supper and watch a movie on pulsevision?”

  Before she could respond I asked, “Wait, what's for supper?” Not all my friends were gonna like some fish thing.

  “What day is this?” Mom asked matter-of-factly.

  “Ah... Friday.�
� Oh... duh. “Pizza,” I said, answering my own question.

  Jonesy, always a good one for hearing anything food-related shouted, “Pizza!” double-fisting pumping in the air.

  Mom looked over at him then back at me, that's settled. I told everyone to pulse the world and see if it was cool. Once again, everyone jerked out their pulses and after a few silent minutes of thoughts, the pulses were tucked away for the night.

  ***

  The movie was righteous with zombies chasing everyone around (the irony was not lost on me, the Js giving me sly looks during key scenes), heroes saved the world and fell in love. Jade liked the love story and the rest of us guys were diggin' on the reams of gore. The parents allowed four Pay-for-Pulse movies per month. It wasn't too expensive. It was a little like the Netflix fad that mailed (unbelievable) people movies and video games back around the time I was born. It all seems like a lot of work to me.

  Mom made two pizzas. Jade had one slice, and we guys feasted on the rest.

  Dad popped his head through the doorway right in the middle of the quintessential scene where one zombie gets an arm torn off and uses it to beat the tar out of an enemy. Dad shook his head, backing out of the room.

  The parents weren't big zombie fans.

  When the movie ended, all of us were secretly rubbing our eyes. The Js took off together, while Jade and I stood at the door.

  “Do you want me to walk you home?” I asked.

  “Nah, you don't have to.”

  “Well, can I anyway? Or do you really not want me to?”

  “It's okay,” she said with a small grin.

  Ah-huh, so she dug it. Girl-speak was sort of hard to figure out—definitely a learned skill. Like learning a foreign language.

  My parents told me to take my pulse. I held it up to show them I had it with me, its metallic black exterior glinting under the porch light.

  Jade's neighborhood was a fifteen-minute walk away, in the East Hill area. Most of the houses were built in the 1950s and in various states of disrepair. It was kinda depressing. On the edge of decaying lawns were crappy-looking junipers, which were outlawed unless they had been grandfathered. Huge water sucker.

  Mom was a big fan of the No Lawns Act and the Indigenous Plants Proposal.

  Walking deeper into the rows of houses, I felt a sense of foreboding.

  “You feel that?” she asked.