Mark of the Seer

by Kay, Jenna

  I wasn't too sure of that.

  We got out of my rust bucket of a car, slamming our doors simultaneously. Walking arm-in-arm Kora whispered, “Thanks, Clare.”

  “For what?”

  She leaned her head on my shoulder. “For looking out for me.”

  I snorted. “Somebody's gotta do it.” And I meant it.

  Kora had no one else but me to look after her. Her mama was always home but usually too high from drugs and drinking to bother, and she'd never met her daddy, which was probably the reason she always felt she had to sleep with guys just to keep them. Made me feel guilty for always thinking my life sucked.

  The scene was everything I'd imagined. Clusters of kids with open beer cans in their hands, ready to get their buzzes on. Smoke encircled one group, from cigarette or pot, I wasn't sure. It sure smelled like pot. I had tried the stuff a few years back and it made me so sick I thought I was going to die. So I usually go for the alcohol, which sometimes makes me sick, too. Not as bad as pot, though.

  At parties, in any given situation, there're temptations. You know, the feeling of belonging. The need to follow the crowd, no matter how stupid the situation. I try not to fall into the crowd, even though it's the easiest thing to do. Most called it peer pressure; I called it being a mindless robot.

  We passed some redneck guys leaning on a pickup, decked out in red and white trucker hats. They tossed us each a bottle of beer, which they retrieved out of their red and white cooler. I joked to Kora about how they probably got together before the party, planned ahead, and matched their hats with the cooler. Like how girls sometimes synchronized their outfits. We laughed until tears fell from our eyes. Before we made it to the entrance of the barn we downed the free bottles of beer the trucker-hatters had given us.

  Then a realization hit me when my eyes found Brenton standing in front of the barn, talking to some guys. The realization told me that my time was up—it was time to tell him my true feelings. Anxiety picked at my stomach, unsettling me. I opened my mouth, surprised at the thunderous belch that slipped out.

  Kora turned sharply, bemused. “Daaang. Always a lady, huh, Miller?” She let out a cackle. I was mortified.

  “Do you think anyone heard that?” I whispered, looking around.

  “I bet God in heaven heard that one,” Kora remarked, winking at me. My face was on fire with mortification.

  “It wasn't that bad, Kora.” I rolled my eyes. But I was lying. If I had done that in a burping competition I would've won it hands down. No question—that belch was huge! Luckily no one could hear because of the rock music blasting from the barn.

  We were almost to the entrance when Kora pulled me to the side, pushing me down to a kneeling position behind a bale of hay. Her nails dug into my arm. I yelped in shock.

  “OW! What the heck, Kora?”

  “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” she told me, sounding like a broken record. She wasn't looking at me; she was looking straight ahead. “I didn't know there was a new guy in town.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “What are ya talkin' about?”

  Without looking at me she said, “I'm talkin' about that bronzed god standing next to Brenton.”

  Carefully and cautiously, I stood up to peer over the hay. It was hard to see through the thick of people. I squinted my eyes, browsed the crowd until I found Brenton. When I found him, I found his friend. Uncontainable laughter bubbled out of me.

  “What?” Kora inquired innocently.

  I halted my laughter, cleared my throat, trying to look serious. “Kora. Are you pulling my leg?”

  Her jaw dropped. “Clarity, are you serious? Look at that guy. He's totally hawt!”

  I bit my lip, trying not to giggle. “Yep, you're right. He's definitely cute.” The urge to laugh was caught in my throat, ready to burst any minute.

  “Told ya!” she exclaimed with a satisfied grin.

  “Only one problem.”

  “What?”

  Cutting my eyes slowly and mischievously, I said, “That's Kevin Davis.” Her eyes grew the size of softballs at the revelation. I kept going—couldn't help myself. “You know that bronzed god!” The uncontainable laughter escaped again, splitting my sides.

  She shook her head. “Uh-uh, no way.”

  “Yes way.” I wiped tears from my eyes. “Kevin Davis, Garlandton's bronzed god!” I had deepened my voice with the last three words, like an announcer at a football game.

  Kora's face was a complete blank, uncertainty clouded her eyes. “Well, I'll be darned,” she commented, turning around and leaning her back against the bale, looking troubled. “How, uh, hmm.” I was thoroughly amazed. For the first time ever, Kora Dodd was speechless!

  “Let me explain,” I began, leaning my back on the bale, too. “You see, Kora, when you live on a farm workin' twelve, sometimes sixteen hour days in the hot summer sun, it tends to change your entire form, giving you a tan and some massive muscles. What you are seeing is the product of hard work.”

  Kora snickered, smiling wickedly. “All that work has sho' paid off—Kevin's a hottie now!”

  The words Kevin's a hottie coming out of Kora's mouth disturbed me. Not that Kevin was a bad guy or anything. In fact he was a pretty decent guy and a hard worker. I guess I was disturbed because she sounded interested in Kevin, which sounded a little off to me.

  Kora was known around town as being a party girl, drinking until she fell over and, sometimes, sleeping with the occasional stranger. Listening to her talk about Kevin being hot was just plain comical.

  On the other hand, Kevin was a shy simple farm boy who attended church faithfully and had never had a girlfriend (at least not that I knew of). I mean, I doubt he'd ever kissed a girl. Thinking about a perverted Kora and a bashful Kevin—well, that would be an odd combo.

  “So, Kora. Now you're interested in Kevin?” I didn't try to hide my astonishment.

  She shrugged her shoulders. “A girl can dream, can't she?”

  Before I could retort, a male voice broke into our little powwow.

  “Hey.” Turning around to see who the voice belonged to, a smile took control of my lips. It was Brenton.

  “H-Hey, Brenton,” I stammered like a moron. I wondered if he had heard everything. “How long ya been standin' there?”

  “Yeah,” Kora nervously pushed in, her body tensing next to me. “Did you, uh, hear anything we said?”

  Brenton looked amused, grinning from ear to ear, deep dimples lounging on his cheeks. Oh, how I loved those dimples!

  “No, no, no, I didn't hear a thing,” he answered promptly, his eyes flicking from me back to Kora. “I mean, all that about Kevin having massive muscles and being a hottie didn't catch my attention at all.” He snickered, wagging his eyebrows at Kora.

  Kora's face turned as red as a fireball. “Brenton, please. Don't say anything...”

  Brenton laughed, backing up and throwing his hands in the air. “Hey, no worries. It's none of my business. But just so you know,” he leaned in close, “Kevin is very fragile and delicate when he's off the football field, so you have to be gentle. Especially since you're not as, well, delicate.”

  “Brenton, please.” I rolled my eyes.

  Kora's neck was now bright red, embarrassment and anger flaring in her eyes. “Clarity, your boyfriend's gettin' on my nerves.”

  “Kora, settle down,” I told her, patting her back. “He's only kidding. Right, Brenton?” He smirked at Kora. “Right, Brenton?”

  After a moment he replied, “Right. Don't worry, Kora, your secret's safe with me.”

  “Thanks, Brenton,” Kora breathed, her body relaxing.

  Brenton looked at her thoughtfully, almost childlike. “Just be careful with his massive muscles—he'll need them this year when we play Central.” Brenton laughed. I tried keeping a straight face but lost it in the end; I laughed with Brenton. Kora did not find it as amusing, blatantly flustered.

  “You guys suck,” she muttered, walking away.

  “Kora, I'm sorry!”
I called after her.

  “Yeah, just messin' with ya!” Brenton added. “Don't be so sensitive.”

  She stopped, turning to face us with a quirky grin. “Don't worry about my sensitivity—a few beers will take care of that. Just go do whatever you two...do.” On that note she walked through the doors of the barn.

  “Don't drink too much!” I yelled. “I don't feel like cleaning up anymore puke today.”

  Brenton looked confused. “Any more puke?”

  “Long story.”

  “Okay.” Brenton stared down at me, his hands in his pockets. “So, little Kora likes Kevin. I take it she and Nick are broken up?” I nodded, keeping him updated. “Hmm, she would be a terrific first girlfriend for him, unless she scared him too much.” He was being sarcastic, of course. He stared after her who, strangely enough, was talking to a blushing Kevin.

  I stared at Brenton staring toward the barn. Then I noticed how hawt he was looking. The black shirt he was wearing hung perfectly over his broad shoulders, and his jeans fit terrifically in all the right places. His light brown hair was styled just the way I liked, all tousled and messy. He was handsome, gorgeous, sweet, and manly all rolled in to one. And he was all mine.

  Brenton caught me staring. “Yoo-hoo, Clarity! Whatcha thinkin' about?” Waving a hand in front of my face, he broke me free from my lovesick trance. I shook my head.

  “Yeah. Sorry. Been a long day. Casey and Janey called in sick and I was left doing double at work. It was a crazy day.”

  He sneered. “Sounds like them. They can't help it, though. Slacker genes run deeply in their families.”

  “Yeah, I guess.” Casey had been our friend since grade school, Janey since our freshman year. He was like a brother to me, Janey like a sister. But being their coworker sucked because they were always calling in, leaving me to do their work. Also, they took breaks together, making out in the stockroom for thirty minutes at a time (they'd been an item for two years). All in all, though, I liked them both.

  I squeezed Brenton's hand. “I'm glad I'm here with you.”

  He squeezed my hand back. Looking at the barn and all the chaos, he forced a smile. He didn't know that I knew, but he hated parties. He was more of a dinner and movie type of guy, or a picnic and a swim.

  “And we find ourselves yet again at another meaningless party. Who'd a thunk it?” Sighing, he started pulling me to the door. We went a couple of steps before I stopped and tugged his hand.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “You really hate parties, don't ya?”

  He grimaced slightly, then quickly recovered, eyes on the ground. “Does it show or something?”

  I shrugged. “Sorta.” He looked at me with eyes that read “sorry”. “How 'bout this? Before we go inside, let's go for a walk. You know, fresh air, no people or music. Just us.” Also so I can be with you alone without drunk people hanging out with us—so I can tell you something important. Of course I didn't say that. I'm too big a wuss.

  Like a curtain falling after a show, relief cascaded down his face.

  “That would be awesome!”

  Walking hand-in-hand we walked passed the barn, passed the bonfire, and into an open field with bales of hay spread as far as the eye could see. I was looking for a place that was private, somewhere we could talk and hide from drunken idiots. I saw couples making out right behind the barn, letting me know that we would have to get farther away.

  Making a fast decision I told him, “Catch me if ya can!” I dropped his hand and started running, leaving him in wonderment.

  “What are you doin'?” he called after me.

  I turned my head, continuing to run. “It's a bale race, silly! Get movin'!” I giggled crazily.

  For those who don't know what a bale race is, I'll explain. You see, here in Garlandton we kids don't have much to do, especially when you're elementary school age. When Brenton and I were seven we made up a game to pass the time, calling it “Bale Racin'”. All you do is find a bale of hay, say ready set go, and run as fast as you can. Whoever reaches the top of the hay bale first, wins. Yeah. I know. Pretty stupid. But here in the sticks there are not many playgrounds; we made the fields our playgrounds. Even me at seventeen (Brenton's eighteen) can enjoy a little hay bale action.

  “HA!” I cried triumphantly as I reached the top of the hay.

  Brenton was gasping, totally winded.

  “I...let...you win,” he managed to say breathlessly, climbing up the bale and sitting next to me.

  I snorted. “Yeah. Whatever.”

  We sat on top of the hay, sitting so close our legs touched. A funny feeling always edged its way into my stomach when Brenton and I touched. I've really got it bad for him. Just the way he smells alone drives me wild!

  Looking up at the stars, trying to distract myself from the weird tummy issue, I was amazed at how perfect they looked hanging in the black sky. The moon was a bright shiny ball in the air, illuminating the fields, the bales of hay—everything. Frogs were croaking in the background in hopes of finding a little romance. Yes, a romantic, magical night; a perfect night for love (or saying you love someone).

  A few quiet seconds passed before I asked, “So, you ready for school?”

  “Nah. You?”

  “I'm ready to get it over with,” I said with a sigh. He chuckled beside me. I stared dreamily at the stars. “I'm ready to graduate high school, then tell everyone in this town to shove it, and get on with my life. I want to graduate from college, live in a high rise in New York City, or a beach house in California. Maybe relocate to another country. The sky's the limit!” I really did hate this town. Too many memories. Too many bad memories.

  He cleared his throat. “You really hate it here, don't you?”

  I shook my head. “Nah,” I lied, “There are certain things I love here.” I tensed a bit, wondering if he had caught my drift. Wondering if he felt the same.

  “You're ready to get away from me, aren't you?” he insisted, catching the opposite of my drift. “Man, I must really suck! We've only been dating for three months and—”

  “Wait!” I interposed. “You gotta go with me.”

  “Really?” He smiled.

  “Yeah.” I looked into his eyes. “You're the only good thing that's ever happened to me.” I paused. “I need you in my life,” I whispered.

  I did not know if it was for real or my imagination, but it felt like his body tensed beside me. Maybe he didn't feel the same as me. Maybe after three months he had decided that I really wasn't his type, that we made better friends than a couple.

  “Um, Clarity. Listen, I...” he began, and then looked away, nervously running his fingers through his hair.

  I swallowed, deciding to get it over with. “Brenton, there's something I want to say.” He turned back to me. “Brenton. I—”

  Before I could finish my sentence a loud crash echoed through the night air, followed by laughter. My moment of truth was destroyed by some losers breaking meaningless crap in a run-downed barn.

  “Wow,” I muttered, “I wonder what happ—” Brenton stopped me mid-sentence, taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine. I wanted to stop, to pull back and get those three little words out before I lost my nerve. But at that moment, everything, for the first time in forever, seemed perfect. Like pieces of a puzzle falling into their designed places.

  Instead of breaking away from possibly the best kiss I've ever experienced, I melted into it until I was completely dissolved into him. I shivered as he ran his fingers through my hair, gripping the back of my head to keep me in place. The cologne he was wearing was tantalizing, and his mouth tasted of sweet peppermint.

  After a couple of spine tingling minutes, we broke our kiss, foreheads touching. My eyes had closed when the kiss started, and I kept them closed so I could stay enthralled in the moment of sweet bliss. I could feel Brenton's eyes on me, memorizing my face.

  “I know what you were about to say,” he told me in a low, sexy voice.
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  I opened my eyes, staring at his lips. “No, you don't.”

  Against my lips he said, “You were about to say that you love me.”

  My heart skipped a beat. “What if that's not what I was going to say?”

  “It was.”

  “What if I was going to tell you that you have a huge booger hanging out of your nose?”

  He threw his head back, laughing. Then his eyes zoned in on mine. “Then I'm really, really gonna be embarrassed.”

  I kissed his bottom lip. “I love you,” I whispered.

  He sighed, from what, I have not a clue. But it must have been a sigh of joy because he kissed me long and hard after that. When we finally broke free of each other, we were both breathless. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I placed a hand on his chest and felt that his heart was also thrumming.

  He took my hand and kissed it, his eyes shining in the moonlight. I stared at him, the boy I loved, and smiled. He gave me that huge dimpled smile I loved so much.

  “I love you, Clarity Miller,” he murmured, taking me in his arms, holding me under the flawlessly suspended stars.

  Chapter Three

  Monday morning sadly arrived, bringing an end to summer. Our freedom licenses had been painfully revoked. It was a sunny, cloudless day for the first day of school. But for the students at Garlandton High, the sunshine could not break through the dark clouds of depression that loomed over the faces of students. Even the teachers appeared crestfallen, wishing they had more time to recuperate before having to teach a bunch of bored, listless teens.

  No more staying out till dawn and sleeping till dusk. Only school, work, studying, then back to school, and so on and so forth. At least in my case I was a senior, which eased the pain a little, helping me along the path to sucking it up and getting it done. Graduation day would come and I, like lightening, would bolt to the county line, never looking back.

  I could say that I loved everything about this town, but that would make me a liar.

  Scanning the small school parking lot I easily found a spot against the fence. The parking places closest to the school were reserved for seniors, the administrators letting us know just how important we were. Yeah, I know it was a minuet honor to possess, but we Garlandtonites took whatever handouts we could get.