I ran up the stairs.
‘Knock knock,’ I said, pushing the door open.
Connor was sprawled across his bed, a skywatching magazine opened at a page about telescopes. His eyes widened as I walked in.
‘Whoa.’
He ran his eyes over my outfit, lingering just a fraction too long at my hemline. For a horrible moment I wondered if Ryan might be right about Connor’s feelings for me.
‘You look amazing,’ he said, his eyes moving back up my body to meet mine.
‘My jeans are all in the wash,’ I lied.
‘You should wash your jeans more often.’
Ryan was definitely right. Connor wasn’t looking at me the way you look at a friend. A band tightened around my chest and I felt sick. ‘Connor,’ I began.
‘Don’t panic,’ he interrupted, curling his top lip into a sneer. ‘I know it’s not for my benefit. I assume Westland is meeting us at the arcade later?’
‘I’ve no idea,’ I lied again.
I sat down on the floor and regretted wearing my short skirt, which made it almost impossible to sit with any dignity.
‘So, I was thinking –’ said Connor.
‘Stop the press!’
‘I don’t suppose you’ve reconsidered going to the ball?’ he asked, shutting his magazine.
Actually, I had. Now that I knew about Ryan’s mission, I realised he would have to go to the ball. And as I was the only person who knew about his mission, surely I was the obvious choice for his date? I didn’t want to open up that can of worms with Connor though.
I stood up again, pulled at the hem of my skirt and took a cheese scone from the plate on his desk. ‘I’m not going to the ball and I don’t want to discuss it any more.’
‘You’ll regret it if you don’t go.’
‘So I’ll regret it,’ I said, with a shrug. ‘But don’t let that stop you – you should definitely go. You should take Megan.’
‘Nah,’ he said. ‘I’d go if you were going. But if you’re not going, I won’t bother.’
‘You have to go,’ I said. ‘It’s a rite of passage.’
Connor laughed.
‘So, is it just me and you today?’
He nodded. ‘Megan said she’ll catch up with us later, at the arcade.’
‘What do you want to do?’ I asked, biting into the warm, crumbly scone.
‘What’s on the menu?’ he asked, raising his eyebrows.
I made a mental note to never again dress up when going to his house.
I shrugged. ‘French, as the exam is tomorrow.’
‘French first,’ he said. ‘Then Scrabble.’
Connor and I spent an hour and a half testing each other on vocab and trying out our French conversation before ditching revision for a game of Scrabble.
‘What are you going to do for your birthday?’ I asked, as I grabbed seven tiles from the bag.
Connor was turning sixteen that weekend.
‘Nothing.’
I stopped staring at my letters. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. It’s your sixteenth. You have to do something.’
Connor snorted. ‘I don’t want a party if that’s what you mean. I hate parties.’
‘You don’t have to have a party, but you have to do something.’
Connor laid down all of his tiles. ‘Excited.’
‘Oh, the irony,’ I groaned. ‘You just scored a huge amount and you’re about the least excitable person I know.’
‘Remind me what you did for your sixteenth.’
I sighed. ‘Not my fault. Miranda wouldn’t let me have a party. But you have to admit Amy’s beach party was fun.’
‘Remind me what you did for your sixteenth,’ he repeated.
‘Me, you, Megan and Matt at the pizza parlour. Probably the lamest sixteenth-birthday party in the history of the universe. But you have a choice.’
‘I choose understated.’
I took my turn on the board. ‘Here’s the deal,’ I explained. ‘It’s not just about you. Your friends will feel uncomfortable if they can’t do something to acknowledge your birthday. You have to do something for their sake, if not your own.’
‘Eden. I hate parties.’
‘Why?’
He rolled his eyes and picked some more letters from the bag. ‘Expectations always exceed outcomes. I don’t want to celebrate my birthday by being disappointed.’
‘Maybe you could try not having any expectations.’
‘Maybe you could try that. Like, don’t expect Connor to have a party on his birthday.’ He took his turn on the board. ‘Anyway, you’re just looking for an opportunity to hook up with Westland.’
‘Two days ago you apologised for being out of order about Ryan. Don’t start again.’
He looked at me. ‘You really like him, don’t you?’
‘Yes, I like him.’ I moved my tiles around, searching for inspiration. ‘Please let’s do something for your birthday. Don’t be stubborn. It doesn’t have to be a party.’
Connor grabbed the bag of tiles. ‘I’d quite like to go to Plymouth. I s’pose you guys could come along.’
‘That would be perfect,’ I said. ‘Amy and Megan have been talking about going to Plymouth to buy our dresses for the ball. We could spend the day there and then maybe all have dinner somewhere. You choose a restaurant and I’ll make reservations for us.’
A smile appeared briefly on Connor’s face. ‘Fine. Plymouth on Saturday.’ He sighed. ‘You can invite Westland if you like.’
I let Connor beat me. It was part of the plan I’d made with Ryan. Then we were to head to the arcade, where we would run into Ryan, who would let Connor beat him at pool. One thing I knew about Connor was that winning at something never failed to put him in a good mood.
Connor yawned and packed away the game. ‘What time are we meeting the others?’
‘Half two.’
He checked the clock on the wall above his desk. It was almost two o’clock.
‘I think I’ve had enough studying for today,’ he said. ‘Shall we head down there and have a warm-up game of pool?’
‘I’m rubbish at pool.’
‘I know,’ he smiled. ‘And Matt always kicks my ass. So let me play you for a couple of games first to boost my ego.’
‘When you put it like that, how can I refuse?’ I said, with a smile.
Everything was going to plan.
The sky was overcast and the wind brutally cold. Definitely not a beach day. There were a few determined people wrapped up in thick jumpers on the harbour beach, but most of the Easter break tourists were ambling along the seafront road, window-shopping, eating chips and pasties and looking slightly bewildered by the sudden change in climate. The arcade was bustling. At the front of the arcade were life-size models of people who sprayed water at you or moved if you hit the target with your rifle. Further back were pinball machines and video games. I followed Connor through the throngs of teenagers hanging round the front of the arcade, towards the room at the back with the pool tables and the bowling alley. It was darker back there, and sweatier. Smoking had been banned a few years earlier, but the lingering smell of tobacco and spilt beer was ingrained in the carpet.
I saw Matt first. He was lining up a shot on one of the pool tables at the rear of the room. Then I noticed Ryan. He was chalking the end of his cue and watching Matt carefully. He didn’t see me come in.
Connor groaned. ‘Your boyfriend’s here.’
‘He’s not my boyfriend.’
‘But you wish he was.’
‘No, I don’t.’
Connor gave me a look that suggested he didn’t believe a word I’d said.
‘Whatever,’ he said, rolling his eyes. ‘You have to hand it to him. He’s a real babe magnet.’
That was when I noticed Chloe Mason and her friend Melissa. Both of them were holding pool cues and giggling. Chloe was wearing a short, tight dress that clung to her curves, barely covering her underwear. I watched as she approached Ryan from behi
nd and slipped her arms around his waist. She leant forward and whispered something in his ear. Over to the side, I saw Melissa, swigging from a Blueberry Juiska. Ryan turned to face Chloe and laughed at something that she said. She gave him some space as he leant over the table to line up a shot.
‘I don’t think this is going to be my scene,’ I whispered to Connor.
‘Is that because of Ryan and Chloe?’
The way he said it made it sound like Ryan and Chloe were an item. I wondered if he’d known she would be here.
‘I don’t like Chloe,’ I said.
‘You just said you don’t want to go out with Ryan,’ said Connor, his voice tinged with petulance, ‘so why does it bother you that Chloe wants him?’
‘I’m not in the slightest bit bothered that Chloe wants to be with Ryan,’ I said, aiming for a neutral tone. ‘I just don’t like Chloe Mason or her bitchy friend.’
‘You’re jealous!’ said Connor.
Bruised would have been a much more accurate way to describe my feelings. Disappointed. Hurt. I thought that Ryan liked me. I was certain that there was something going on between us, that something was just about to happen. And I wanted it to happen, because, despite myself, I was starting to like him too. But here he was, not expecting to see me for another half an hour, playing pool with Chloe Mason and her friend. Laughing, while Chloe Mason slid her manipulative arms around his waist.
‘I’m not jealous. I just don’t feel like hanging out here this afternoon. I’m going to go home and do some more revision.’
‘You’re a terrible liar.’
‘I’ll see you tomorrow in the exam,’ I said, trying to ignore Chloe’s shriek of laughter.
She was responding to something Ryan had said in her usual exaggerated way. She moved close to him and whispered something in his ear. He laughed and blushed.
I walked out of the arcade and into the heartless wind, while my hopes and dreams turned to ash.
It hit me on the bus ride back home to Penpol Cove.
I was sitting at the back, my head resting against the grimy window. Outside, the gentle undulations of Perran golf course rolled by. The golf course where Ryan had shown me the stars the night of Amy’s party. The night when he had lain on the ground so close to me I could smell his skin and feel his breath.
It was all about Connor. Ryan was here as part of a mission and everything he did and everything he said was part of that mission. Including me. He had joined our school because it was Connor’s school. He had joined astronomy club because Connor went to astronomy club. He was friends with me because Connor was friends with me.
It hit me that every flirtation – every smile or accidental touch – was a calculated move on his part. And that when his guard was down – during the brief interludes in his mission – he chose to hang out at the arcade with Matt and flirt with Chloe Mason and her friends.
It made sense. Every boy at Perran School wanted to flirt with Chloe Mason and her friends. It was only natural that Ryan would too.
I felt like an idiot.
Ryan phoned me just as the bus left the bypass for the lane that ran into Penpol Cove.
‘What happened to you?’ he asked. ‘We were supposed to meet at the arcade. You said you would help me.’
‘You seemed to be doing a good job on your own.’
Which was true. Connor had cheered up immensely when he saw Ryan flirting with Chloe.
‘I let him beat me at pool like you suggested,’ Ryan said. ‘I think it’s working. He seems friendly this afternoon.’
‘That’s terrific.’
‘Is something wrong? Did something happen at Connor’s house?’
‘Nothing’s wrong. I’m just worried about my exam tomorrow.’
‘Do you want to meet up with me later on? I could test you.’
He sounded concerned. Friendly. Which was right. He was my friend. Nothing more.
‘No. I just want some time alone to study.’
‘OK,’ he said quietly. ‘Shall I drive you to school in the morning?’
‘No, I’ll take the bus.’
‘Oh. So, I’ll see you at school then?’ He sounded cautious, concerned that he might say the wrong thing. I was glad. I wanted him to suffer a little bit, to wonder if he’d misjudged his relationship with me.
I ended the call without saying goodbye.
Chapter 11
The air was still and filled with mist and drizzle. As I reached the cove, the thick vapour thinned for a moment revealing a woman throwing a stick for her dog and a boy perched on a rock, sketching. The boy turned towards me and smiled. Ryan.
I hadn’t seen him for days. He’d offered me a lift home after the French exam on Wednesday, but I’d made up a lame excuse about needing to meet Miranda in town. He’d called me several times on Thursday morning, but I let the calls go to voicemail. He didn’t try again. I’d heard from Connor that he’d spent Thursday afternoon at the arcade with Connor and Matt. Connor hadn’t mentioned Chloe by name, but the glee in his voice and talk of ‘some girls from school’ allowed me to fill in the blanks.
The mist thickened and he disappeared again. Sketching seemed a strange occupation for someone sent back from the future. Didn’t he have more important things to do?
For a few seconds I considered ignoring him and continuing on my run, but as usual, my desire to be near him outweighed my desire to forget him. Wishing that I was in the outfit I’d worn to Connor’s on Tuesday, instead of my ratty running clothes, I strolled across the pebbles and sand to Ryan’s rock.
‘Hi, Eden,’ he said, snapping his sketchbook shut and dropping it on the sand. ‘Are you OK?’
‘I’m great.’
‘You haven’t taken any of my calls. I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.’
‘I was avoiding you.’
Ryan gazed out towards the sea. ‘Oh.’
I sat down on a flat rock next to him. ‘What are you drawing?’
‘Nothing much. I like to sketch when I need time to think. It helps me relax.’
‘Are you going to Plymouth tomorrow?’
Ryan nodded. ‘I was planning to. Connor invited me. He said you wanted me to come. But now I’m not so sure.’
‘Will Chloe be coming?’
He looked at me, a mystified expression on his face. ‘Chloe Mason? To Plymouth?’
I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
‘Why would she be coming with us?’
‘The two of you seem pretty friendly now.’ I couldn’t keep the sulk out of my voice.
‘Is that why you ignored my calls? Are you jealous of Chloe?’
He sounded more surprised than amused.
‘Not jealous,’ I said. ‘It just helped me complete the puzzle.’
‘What puzzle?’
‘You.’
He raised an eyebrow.
‘Look, when I saw you and Chloe fooling around together at the arcade, all the pieces fell into place. You don’t travel through time to make friends with people. I get that. You’re here to complete your mission and your mission is to prevent Connor from discovering a planet.’
‘Yes,’ Ryan nodded.
‘So your friendship with me is a means to an end. I understand.’
‘No.’
He left the comment hanging in the air.
‘What is this anyway?’ I asked, snatching his sketch pad from the sand.
‘It’s just my art project,’ he said, reaching for the book. ‘It’s not interesting.’
I flipped to the first page. It was the sketch he’d made of me during our first art lesson together. I turned the page. Studies of leaves and trunks from our trip to the Eden Project. I continued to flick through the book. A sketch of me at the beach. Me lying back on the sand, my eyes closed. Another one of me, this time sitting on my bed, surrounded by books. My face in a half-smile. A full-length sketch of me standing by the school gate. Another sketch of me soaked through with rain. A close-up of my e
yes, rain beading on my eyelashes, my mascara smudged below my eyes. A sketch of me sitting on Ryan’s bed, dressed in Cassie’s clothes.
‘Why have you drawn so many pictures of me?’
Ryan kicked the jagged rock in front of him. ‘I think about you a lot.’
‘Why? Am I significant?’
Ryan laughed. ‘To my mission? That’s what you mean, right?’
I nodded.
‘No. You’re not remotely significant. I didn’t even know you existed other than as the girl who broke Connor’s heart.’
‘So why do you have all these pictures?’
‘Isn’t it obvious?’
I shrugged. It wasn’t obvious at all. I knew that he liked me. And he’d been flirting with me for weeks. But he’d made it clear that he wasn’t looking for anything more.
‘I can’t allow myself to develop feelings for you,’ he said softly. ‘I leave for my own time on the twenty-third June.’
‘The day of the ball?’
‘That night. After the mission completes.’
I swallowed but a hard lump had lodged in my throat. ‘Are you any further with finding out what Connor’s plans are for that night?’
Ryan smiled. ‘I don’t suppose you’d consider going to the ball with him, would you? Then at least I would know where he is that night.’
I groaned. ‘I just don’t want him to get the wrong idea.’
Ryan punched my arm lightly. ‘It’s a small sacrifice, Eden. One night of wondering if Connor’s going to try and kiss you versus the death of the planet.’
‘When you put it like that, I don’t really have a choice. You’ll be there that night?’
‘Of course.’
‘Who are you going to take?’
He shrugged. ‘I’d like to take you.’
I felt a surge of hope.
‘But you’ll be busy with Connor.’
I watched a trawler make its way across the horizon. ‘Just promise me one thing.’
‘Anything you like.’
‘Don’t take Chloe.’
Travis drove me to the railway station on Saturday.
‘Who are you all dressed up for?’ he asked, as we pulled into the station car park.
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