Monument 14

by Emmy Laybourne

  All this time we’d been surviving the end of the world together and I’d never even asked Niko where he was from.

  “Yeah. Back in Buffalo there were ninety-eight guys in my troop. And you know why I joined? Because it was fun. I mean, I learned so much. But mostly I just did it because we were laughing all the time.”

  “You must have really missed them, when you moved here,” I said. He shrugged.

  “I will tell you guys something you’re probably not going to believe, but back in Buffalo, I had a lot of friends. I really did,” Niko continued. He brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I know it will strain your imaginations, but I even had a girlfriend.”

  “What’s her name?” I asked.

  “Is she hot?” Jake said at the same time.

  “Lina and … yeah,” Niko said.

  We all laughed again.

  “She’s very pretty. She was a senior last year. Now she’s at Sarah Lawrence.”

  “Wait a minute, you’re telling me last year, when you were a sophomore, you were dating a senior?”

  Niko shrugged. “Yeah.”

  After a moment, Jake said, “Cool.”

  Brayden squinted at Niko. I could tell he was thinking what I was thinking (and probably Jake, too): No. Way.

  Niko was making up a girlfriend.

  But after what he’d just been through, not a one of us, not even Brayden, called him on it.

  “All right, I got a question for you boys,” Brayden said. “Where’s the craziest place you ever did it?”

  “Oh God.” Jake rolled his eyes. “Not this again.”

  “What?” Brayden protested.

  “This is like his favorite question,” Jake snorted. “And anyway, man, not all the present company can answer this one.” He nodded toward me.

  I don’t think he was trying to be mean.

  “Oh yeah,” Brayden said. “No speakee the nookie, eh, Dean?”

  I felt my stupid face going red.

  “Why do you all assume that about me?” I said. Trying to play cool and failing, I’m sure.

  Jake reached across the table and poured us all another big shot.

  “Dude,” Jake said. “We only assume it about you because it’s true.”

  They laughed good-naturedly.

  “You guys are a-holes,” I said, playing it off.

  “Hey, Brayden,” Jake said. “Speaking of the nooks, how’s Josie treating you?”

  I shot a look at Niko. What was Jake thinking?

  Maybe he didn’t know that Niko liked Josie. Was that possible?

  Brayden took a swig from his drink. He avoided looking at Niko, but grinned.

  “It’s all right,” he said. “Very nice girl.”

  “Ha!” Jake laughed. “That means she’s not putting out.”

  Niko studied the cup in his hands.

  “We do a lot of cuddling,” Brayden said.

  Niko looked so relieved, I had to laugh. Jake clapped me on the shoulder. I was really feeling the rum.

  “Oh man, getting laid is so awesome,” Jake said, scratching his head. “It’s just absolutely the best thing ever. Once you get it, all you can think of is getting it again. Sometimes I’m having sex and I’m worried about the next time I’m gonna have sex!”

  I slugged back the rest of my rum.

  I really hoped he’d shut up soon.

  “You’ll get there, in time, Dean. You’ll discover for yourself the beautiful, beautiful world of the hot little clam.”

  It was so base. So vulgar.

  He was talking about Astrid.

  He didn’t love her. He just wanted her for her body.

  It wasn’t fair.

  “It must be so easy for you,” I said. My face was hot.

  “How so?”

  “You come to our school, you’re immediately popular. You’re the best player on the football team. You get the hottest girl in school. The best girl, without lifting a finger.”

  I was loose. I felt big, like I could say what I really felt. I was drunk.

  “And who are you, really?” I said to Jake, pouring myself another drink. “I mean, what do you have, besides charm and some muscle?”

  “All right, settle down, Geraldine,” Brayden said.

  I drained my paper cup.

  “That’s a lot of rum for a lightweight like you,” Jake said.

  “You don’t deserve her.” I stood up. “She’s so smart, so beautiful. She’s wild and funny and kind, and you’re just a dumb jock. You don’t even love her. You just want her so you can get your rocks off.”

  Jake got up, sending his chair crashing down behind him. “You’re out of line, Dean.”

  My blood was pounding and I laughed.

  “Out of line! Yeah, I know. If I ever speak up. If I ever stand up for myself or draw attention to myself, I’m out of line, right? Because I’m not as good as you? Is that it?”

  Niko came toward me, hands out, like he was going to calm me down.

  I pointed at Jake. “HE DOESN’T DESERVE HER. She’s a goddess and he’s named her body parts after Disney princesses!”

  Jake roared at that, of course.

  And launched himself at me, of course.

  And started beating the crap out of me, of course.

  After he got in some good punches, they pulled him off me.

  I lay on the ground, panting. Blood was on my face and on the linoleum.

  Jake gasped, trying to catch his breath, as they held him back.

  “He’s a sneak,” Jake said, pointing to me. “He’s a pervert.”

  “What is going on here?” Josie’s voice came.

  She rushed to my side.

  “What happened?”

  Niko and Brayden looked guilty. Jake stormed away.

  “Brayden?” Josie said.

  “Josie, it just got out of control,” he said.

  Josie shot Brayden and Niko an angry look.

  “Well?” she said. “Is someone going to help me get him up?”

  I curled on my side and puked.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  I MEET PAINKILLERS

  Mother Josie got me cleaned up and put me to bed. I asked her to take the breakfast shift for me and she agreed.

  “Sleep it off,” she said. “You smell like a wino.”

  Then I lay there the rest of the night and had feverish dreams where Jake’s fist met my face in different setups. He hit me in the library. He hit me on line for tickets at the Royal Cinemas. He hit me in my bed at home.

  Through it all my head throbbed like it would split open.

  * * *

  In the morning I felt like I’d fallen off a ski lift, then fallen down a black diamond mogul field and been hit by a Snowcat.

  Also, I had a headache.

  But I knew what I had to do. I had to apologize to Jake. I couldn’t have him as my enemy.

  I was going to have to lie to him.

  * * *

  After the little kids woke up and got herded off to the Dump for their morning ablutions, I got to my feet in increments.

  My nose pounded rhythmically with pain. It was crusted full of blood so I had to breathe out of my mouth, which tasted like the bottom of a garbage disposal.

  I stumbled down the hall and knocked on Jake’s door.

  “Jake,” I wheezed.

  I was allowing myself to sound as pitiful as I felt.

  I knocked again.

  “Jake,” I said. “I want to apologize.”

  The door to the berth creaked open a slit.

  “What?” came his voice.

  “Astrid told me that stuff in confidence,” I said, sort of gasping as I spoke. “I had no right to tell the other guys. I’m sorry.”

  I had his attention.

  The door opened a hand’s width. I could see him in his hammock, looking at me through the gap.

  “What are you talking about?” he said.

  “Astrid talks to me sometimes,” I explained. “When I get food, some
times she comes down and talks to me. She told me, some stuff about you two…”

  Jake watched me through the door.

  A beat. A beat. A beat.

  Would he buy it?

  “Pretty private stuff,” he grumbled. “What else did she say?”

  “Nothing,” I said. “Just about how you met and…”

  Think. Think. Think.

  “She really loves you,” I said. “She said she feels scared and you’re the only one who makes her feel safe.”

  He crossed his arms.

  “I do love her,” he said. “You were wrong to say that stuff.”

  He was buying it. I felt faint with relief or pain. Couldn’t say which.

  “I know,” I said. “I’m sorry. You know, I never really drank that much before.”

  WHANG, WHANG, WHANG went the pulse of dagger-tip pain at the bridge of my nose.

  “Yeah,” he drawled. “I told you to slow down. Shoot, I thought you’d been spying on us. I didn’t know you two were friendly.”

  “I think she gets lonely,” I said. “And I guess you probably know I have this stupid crush on her.”

  I was giving him what I already knew he knew.

  That’s how you do it. You win confidence by telling your secrets. It seemed like he was buying it.

  I really needed him to buy it.

  “Well, shoot, booker,” he said. “Then I’m sorry I beat you up so much.”

  “I deserved it,” I said.

  My nose was throbbing. It sent a constant stab of pain through the middle of my forehead.

  “Hey, what does ‘booker’ mean, anyway?” I asked.

  “Someone who reads a lot. Kind of a nerd, sorta,” he said with a sheepish smile.

  Fine. He could put me down. Whatever.

  As long as he didn’t slaughter me for spying on him.

  I turned to leave and had to put out my hand to steady myself. Everything was getting electric at the edges of my field of vision. Little zapping fish swimming up and nearly taking me down with them.

  Then Jake was up and supporting me, his shoulder under my arm. I leaned on him heavily, trying not to black out.

  “I think I mighta broken your nose for you,” he said apologetically. “Why don’t you let me fix you up?”

  Jake eased me down onto the futon sofa in the living room and then went and got the materials he needed to tape up my nose.

  He came back with surgical tape, cotton balls, a pair of scissors, and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

  “This happened to me once when we played Abilene Cooper. They had a linebacker, must have weighed three hundred pounds. Guy hit me like a bull on a rodeo clown.”

  He looked around.

  “Aw, shoot, I forgot to get some kind of cloth.”

  He grabbed a chenille throw blanket.

  “Josie’ll be pissed, but who cares,” he said. He doused a corner with hydrogen peroxide and then started swabbing my face.

  I tried not to pull away, but it hurt like hell.

  “Oh, wait,” Jake said. “I forgot the best part.”

  From his back pocket he drew two foil packs of pills.

  “Got you some pain meds. They’re strong. Real fun.” He popped one out and gave it to me. It melted in my mouth. Minty.

  “Nice, huh? Works pretty fast.” And he handed me the other one. “And these are demi-roids. Gonna help your body heal and you know what, dude, you should just keep taking them for a while. Help fill out your physique a bit, if you know what I mean…”

  I pocketed the steroids to take later when I had water handy.

  I was already starting to feel better. More warm and relaxed. I lay back on the futon.

  “That’s the way,” Jake said. “Now close your eyes and mouth for me.”

  He poured the hydrogen peroxide into my nose.

  I sat up, sputtering and frothing.

  Jake pressed the throw blanket into my face.

  “Good, good.”

  Next he felt my nose. And then he stuck cotton up into each nostril.

  “You’re lucky,” he said. “Nice clean break. It’ll make you look manly.”

  He put two pieces of tape across the bridge of my nose.

  “You oughta thank me for breaking it. Girls love a broken nose.”

  I could barely talk, between the hangover, the pain pills, and the two cotton balls jammed up my nose.

  “Franth, Janke,” I managed to say.

  He laughed.

  “You’re all right, booker.”

  He held out his hand.

  “I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions.”

  I shook his hand—slowly. He was smiling at me, really asking for my forgiveness.

  I felt like an a-hole. I had deserved a beating for what I had done. And now I had tricked a guy who, for all his faults, was pretty decent.

  I shook his hand and said, “Itd wath my fault.”

  “Oh my God, what happened to you?” came Chloe’s noisy, nosy voice.

  The little kids were coming back from breakfast, preparing themselves for their school.

  They saw me and gasped, gathering around.

  “He got beat up,” Max said, confident.

  “Did you get beat up, Dean?” little Caroline asked, scratching her head.

  “I fewl,” I lied. “Off a shelf.”

  “No, he didn’t,” Max said. “He got beat up.”

  “Naw, Dean fell off a shelf, kids,” Jake said. “I saw him fall myself.”

  “Maybe,” Max conceded. He looked at me and then at Jake and then back at me. Each time he moved his head his blond cowlick bobbed like a feather on an old lady’s hat.

  “But all I can say is that my mom’s sister, Raylene, who is my aunt but don’t like to be called aunt because she says it makes her feel old so I call her Sissy Raylene. Anyways, she used to come over for poker and she’d look all busted up and my mom’d say, ‘What happened?’ and Sissy Raylene’d look over at her husband, Mack, and say, ‘I fell off a ladder.’ And my mom would say, ‘Looks to me like you got beat up.’ And Sissy Raylene’s husband, Mack, would say, ‘No. She fell off a ladder.’ And then Mack would go in to play poker and Sissy Raylene would cry to my mom and say, ‘Actually, Mack beat me up.’”

  Max looked at me and Jake pointedly.

  “That’s all I’m saying.”

  Just then Josie came up.

  “Hm. Nice to see you two up and about,” she said.

  She picked up the grisly, bloody throw blanket.

  “Nice. Thanks for this,” she said, regarding the blanket. “And I have good news. Have you noticed that everyone is scratching their head a lot?”

  I had sort of noticed, and actually, at that very moment, several of the little kids were doing it.

  “We have lice.” She turned to the kids. “Kids, go put your bathing suits on.”

  The little kids cheered and jumped for joy. Sahalia slumped off behind them, looking put out, as usual.

  Josie turned to us.

  “You, too.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  LICE AND OTHER VERMIN

  Josie told us to suit up and head to the Dump.

  She wanted us all to wash our hair immediately. Actually, to be specific, she wanted to wash our hair for us.

  Jake and I found suits, changed, and went over.

  All the little kids were wearing bathing suits. It was really cute. They were shivering in the cold air of the store, so Niko handed out towels from a big stack Josie had brought.

  Josie had also set up two big plastic tubs, along with lots of bottles of Nit-Out shampoo and gallon jugs of distilled water.

  Brayden came bounding over. He had a set of trunks on, too. His upper body was also cut and muscled, like Jake’s. But Jake had that pale skin and blond hair. Brayden’s skin tone was olive, so even though it was autumn and none of us had seen the sun in about a week, Brayden looked tan and beach worthy.

  Sahalia showed up just in time to see Brayden give Josie a
big kiss. I guess Josie had gotten over her qualms about PDA. Maybe she just couldn’t resist his bod.

  Sahalia was not wearing a bathing suit, I noticed. I didn’t expect her to. I didn’t expect her to do anything anyone told her to do, actually.

  Instead she was wearing a white T-shirt and short shorts, with long woolen leg warmers up over her knees.

  In the moment I just supposed she had wanted to put together a cool delousing ensemble.

  Josie told us that we would straddle a bin. Then she’d pour water over our head, wash our hair, rinse. Repeat and we’d be done.

  So we were all gathered there. And there was a somewhat festive atmosphere going on, because it was a kind of a silly thing to be doing, having a group shampoo party in our bathing suits.

  Josie was working on Ulysses and he was yelling and clowning around about how cold the water was.

  “I’ms freesing!” he said, in his broken English. “Freesing col’!”

  We were all laughing. And Josie had her hands full because he kept pulling away, but with a head full of frothy lather. It was getting everywhere.

  Meanwhile, Sahalia, who I will remind you is thirteen, straddles the other bin, facing down the aisle away from us.

  I’m standing with Niko and Jake and Brayden, all of us with towels over our shoulders, waiting our turn.

  And Sahalia grabs a bottle of water and bends over the bin.

  Now her behind is facing us, and they are short shorts she is wearing. So we can see … too much. We can see skin under the leg of her shorts. The creamy skin of her inner, inner thigh.

  It was like a Sports Illustrated bikini-issue spread.

  I looked away, as was only right.

  But Jake and Brayden, not so much.

  “Jesus, Sahalia,” Josie quipped. “You’re wasting water.”

  It was true. Sahalia had dumped more than half the gallon over her head while we had all stared, transfixed by her outrageous stance.

  But it got worse (or better, depending on your POV).

  She stood up and turned to face us.

  And her T-shirt was all wet.

  Now we could see her breasts outright, through the material of her shirt.

  We could see the nipples. Everything about them, we could see.

  It was hot. It was crazy.

  I don’t think she knew what she was doing. She was just a kid.

  “Ha-ha,” Max sang. “I can see your boobies, Sahalia.”