Rising Tide:
Dark Innocence
Book 1 of the Maura DeLuca Trilogy
Claudette Melanson
Copyright © 2014 Claudette Melanson
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DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to my husband—the Ron who was meant to be—and five fur-bun-babies, including the one over The Rainbow Bridge. My handsome son, Jacob, and my baby sister Susie, my forever friend.
Contents
1. Mink
2. Friends?
3. Errands
4. Sink or Swim?
5. My Mother
6. Noncompliance
7. Roller Coasters and Haunted Mansions
8. Pizza and a Movie…and a Little Bit of Blood
9. Video Games, Guitars …and Denial
10. Gig Night
11. I Think My Mother Was Bodysnatched by Aliens
12. The Last Few Weeks
13. Vancouver!...Well, New Westminster
14. School Daze
15. Darker Daze
16. Reconnaissance
17. All I Ever Wanted Was the Truth… Right?
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
A heart full of gratitude for my cover designer, Rachel Montreuil! This girl can draw anything and is a soul made up of vision.
I also acknowledge, in advance, all those who took the time to read my hours of agonizing over this story. It truly is a dream come true for me.
1. Mink
When my mother told me we were moving to Vancouver, British Columbia—in Canada….Canada!—to say I was shocked was more than an understatement.
“Why, Mom?” was all I asked, though there were a ton of other questions running through my mind. Was she going to quit her job? Did she already have a new one? Where would we live? Was she going to sell our small, but familiar, house? What had made her come to such an unthinkable decision to move from our small, boring Pennsylvania town to a city as unimaginable to me as Vancouver?
She ruffled my hair with a smile, one that wasn’t present in her eyes, and answered, “Oh, come on, Mink. Don’t look at me like that. I’m hoping a change of scenery will help your…condition.”
My name wasn’t Mink, it was Maura. The embarrassing nickname was given to me by my mother because of the particular brown of my hair. Mom had told me I was born with a large shock of fuzz on my head, which had reminded her right away of a mink cap. Attractive… But my real name had been a constant source of bother to me, so much that I would cringe almost anytime I heard someone speak it aloud. I had looked its meaning up once, hoping for something generic, like “flower” or “happiness,” only to be stuck with “Sea of Bitterness” glaring back at me from the web page. When I’d growled my discovery at my mother, her apologetic tone made me see that the dark meaning wasn’t an accident.
“It was a hard time for me, Mink,” she said, casting her cat-green eyes down. “But really, don’t you think it’s a pretty name?”
I hadn’t known what to say in response. In time, I resigned myself to accepting that I was just a part of the disappointment that seemed to overwhelm her life. I knew I was a constant reminder of my father, whom she’d lost before I was born. He had been the most magical thing she’d ever experienced, she’d told me once. I guess you could say I was the consolation prize she got stuck with. I tried hard to make up for his absence but finally realized that none of my efforts could ever completely repair the fissure in her heart. The realization wasn’t enough to make me stop trying, though.
My straight-A status always inspired a big smile, but one ever incomplete, hollow. Unlike other sixteen-year-olds, I kept not only my own room, but the rest of the house as well, irrationally spotless. My three parentless afternoon hours were spent cleaning so that she never had to bother.
That earned me an, “Oh, Mink, what would I do without you!” at least once a week. She would even use her best pretending-to-be-happy voice.
At present, I was coming, rapidly, to the end of my junior year. May was nearing its middle, and with the coming of spring, my ‘condition,’ as mom put it, would always worsen. Most teenagers were in love with the sun. In Indiana, Pennsylvania, springtime meant more sun, even though it did still rain a lot, which made most if our town’s inhabitants jubilant. But not me. Spring meant my torture was about to begin. The excuses for staying in, the fabricated illnesses……the further separating of myself from normal humans in general.
I had been born with fairly pale skin. Maybe ‘fairly’ wasn’t a good word choice, since I mean, more like extremely pale skin. In most places, my blue veins were beyond noticeable, like sky-colored worms sliding right beneath the surface. Couple the pallor with my eyes, so dark brown they were almost black, and the deeply-brown brunette of my hair, and you had one very strange looking human girl. My pallor was probably one of the reasons I grew my hair long, attempting to hide as much of myself as possible.
If the color of my skin hadn’t been enough to drop me into the freak category, I had also been born with an extreme sensitivity to the sun. In fact, most fair-skinned people have been stricken by such an affliction, but I didn’t just burn easily; the sun made me physically ill. I couldn’t be out in direct sunlight for little more than a half hour without becoming violently nauseous, which was beyond embarrassing, making me feel like a carnival attraction. I’d once ruined the interior of my mother’s new car, due to the sun shining on the side of my head for too long. She’d quickly invested in the darkest window tint she could have installed.
And that day, of course, the sun was shining miserably on my head as I quickly headed for the oak-tree-shaded bus stop. In my rush to get out of the house, I’d forgotten to put on my dark sunglasses, but I dug them out of my pack then, twisting around awkwardly as I made my way into the comforting shadows. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Katie Parker coming out of her house across the street.
“Great,” I muttered under my breath. Placed beside Katie’s blonde, tanned perfection, I looked all the more irregular. I tried to put on a happy face anyway and be sociable, a definite struggle for me.
“Hi, Katie,” I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. I refused to ever say ‘good morning,’ as I hated mornings and saw nothing good about them whatsoever. I didn’t expect much in the way of a reply. Katie, annoyingly perky in her cheerleading uniform, was miles away from my end of the social spectrum. So, I was shocked when she turned her bright blue eyes on me, dazzlingly, and spoke to me in a way she never had before that day.
“Hi, Maura!” She was so chipper, her mood was stifling. “Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”
I wondered briefly what she would say if I shot back: “Actually, I like the rain,” like I was thinking. I thought better of it and replied, “Sure is.”
“Aren’t you excited about prom?” she bubbled.
Oh, so that was the reason. She was overexcited about prom and probably just needed an outlet for venting all her pent-up enthusiasm. Prom was in a few weeks, and no one had asked me, not that I really wanted to go. The thought of my pale shoulders exposed in some fancy dress made me cringe. I tugged at the edge of one of my long sleeves unconsciously in response.
“Well…er…I hadn’t really pla
nned to go.” I cringed again, waiting for the sardonic giggle or the accusation that I couldn’t get a date.
Instead, the corners of her mouth turned down. “Oh, that’s too bad.” She sounded like she really meant it, and I wondered if I actually was standing here on the sidewalk with her, instead of still lying asleep in my room. The conversation was more attention Katie had given me than in all the years we’d gone to school together, combined. Our last interaction had been a nasty pudding-to-the-hair incident in my first year of school…me on the receiving end, of course, resulting in a demand from my mother to hers that Katie stay far away from me…or else! I think I must have been looking at her with my mouth hanging open. She quickly tried to fill the silence.
“I could get Trent to set you up with one of his friends,” she offered eagerly.
My quick temper flared. “I don’t need a pity date,” I snarled. She looked hurt at that, and I was instantly ashamed of responding so venomously.
“I-I d-didn’t mean it that way…” Her eyes were wide.
I felt worse. How could she understand all the defenses I’d put into place to remind myself to keep away from others and avoid the way they treated me like the freak I was. Maybe my behavior had made the idea of the incident in my head into something worse than it really was? Kindergarten had been a long time ago… I dropped my eyes to the sun-speckled shadows falling from the leaves above.
“I’m sorry, Katie.” I made up an excuse fast. “I didn’t sleep very well last night…” My voice trailed off. How could I expect to be forgiven? It was unlikely in the first place that someone like her would talk to someone like me, and I’d already gone and messed things up. *Not that I really care,* I thought to myself; I was used to the sanctuary of solitude I’d built around myself.
To my extreme surprise, she brushed my brashness off with a wave of her hand. “It’s okay, Maura. I never meant to offend you. Of course you’re pretty enough to get your own date. I’d kill to have hair like yours.” Was she kidding?
At that moment, her twin brother emerged from the house. Trent sauntered across the street toward us. Like his sister, he was blonde perfection, except he was as huge and heavily muscled as she was sleek and slender. The hours of football practiced were evident in the rippling muscles that covered his six-foot-three frame. He still made me gape in awe. I’d had a crush on him since ninth grade…not that liking him would ever do me any good. “Morning, Maura.” He did a double take. “Nice hair,” he noted and looked at me as if with new eyes. Yep, I had to be dreaming.
“Thanks.” My expression of gratitude came out way too soft, and I felt myself blush. I lowered my head quickly. When I looked back up, Katie and Trent were looking at each other, something unintelligible passing between them. I shrugged the moment off, chalking the whole thing up to some kind of twin thing.
“You’re not driving today?” I managed to ask, trying to make conversation. It wasn’t often he left the red Mustang convertible at home.
“In the shop.” He grinned back at me. I realized he’d never really been much of a conversationalist. His simplicity stole away a little of his faerie glamor. I smiled to myself at that thought.
I heard the bus coming then, but I was the only one who turned around to see. Funny, the large yellow vehicle was still blocks away down the street, not nearly as close as the bus had sounded. How could I hear the engine running from so far away? As suddenly as the sound had amplified inside my head it died away as if fading away to normal. I shook my head to clear my thoughts…weird. Katie and Trent were standing beside me, uninspired looks on both their faces. I pinched myself rather hard on the leg to see if I could wake myself up. All I ended up with was a bruise, ugly on my too-white skin.
The dreamlike feel to the day continued as the hours passed. Trent actually invited me to sit with him and the rest of the football players and cheerleaders at lunch. Besides having next to nothing in common with any of them, I felt even more flawed amid their little sea of perfection.
“Say, Maura, what’re ya doing this Saturday?” Trent asked.
I almost choked on the french fry I was attempting to swallow. I had been planning to study for upcoming finals. The end of school was almost a month away to the day. Of course, I would never admit I was that lame. “Nothing special,” I managed, after I got the fry down.
“We’re going swimming down by the bridge, wanna come?” His invitation was much less than eloquent, but the words still made my heart flutter. People never asked me to go anywhere. Not that I’d ever really tried to connect with anyone in high school. The teasing I’d endured during elementary and junior high had been more than enough to make anyone avoid human contact. The solitude had turned me into a bookworm and a bit of a video-game freak.
“Sure…” I was trying to be casual, but my reply came out as a squeak. One of the idiotic cheerleaders let out a laugh at my response. Katie, of all people, reprimanded her.
“Geez, Wendy, what’s your problem? Just shut up, okay?” She put a menacing edge on the last three words. The day just kept getting stranger.
Katie poured sunshine into a brilliant smile she then turned on me. “You’ll come, right, Maura?
I settled for nodding my head in response. It was only Monday, so I had five whole days—almost—to change my mind.
Later that night, I stood in front of the mirror, fresh out of the shower, blow-drying my hair. I looked a bit closer, trying to see something there that would possibly cause perfect Katie Parker to wish she had my hair. And cause her brother to take special note of it. I realized, stunned for a moment, my hair was different, somehow. I’d always thought of my hair as ordinary. The strands were a dark, unusual kind of brown, but I’d always been disappointed with its flat, lackluster look and straight texture.
That night, even under the subdued lighting in our bathroom, my hair shone with new light. I blinked and looked back, picking up a strand for close examination. I turned the dryer off and ran my hand down the lock, amazed at how each one felt glossy. Dark highlights played across the surface as I twisted my head under the scant light. And there just seemed to be more of it, as well. I ran both hands up through, along the sides of my head. My hair was so thick, thick and silky soft, like never before. Or had I just never noticed? Did Katie’s unexpected comment somehow wake me up to noticing things I’d never seen in myself before? Impossible. I didn’t remember my hair ever being so lush and even twisted to the side to get a glimpse of the lengths falling toward my waist in waves more like my mother’s hair.
Smiling, I shrugged and turned the dryer back on, the logical part of my brain chalking the whole thing up to Caelyn purchasing some expensive, salon-brand shampoo I hadn’t noticed in the shower. Satisfied with my theory, I didn’t dare pull the shower curtain back to check.
2. Friends?
The rest of the week at school went much the same, surprising, but less of a shock. Katie chatted with me like I was her new best friend and invited me to eat lunch with them every day. By Wednesday, Trent had his Mustang back and drove the three of us to school. This was a different kind of feeling, fitting in with the most popular kids at school, but I soon discovered I didn’t have much in common with any of them. When I asked one day at lunch what any of them were reading, one of the other girls asked, “You mean, like, for school?”
I couldn’t resist. At the risk of sounding like a nerd, I answered back, “No, for fun.”
They all laughed and Wendy, crinkling her bright emerald eyes, said, “Oh, Maura, you’re too much!” I blushed profusely and kept quiet until lunch was over.
Katie bounded up to me after, walking with me to English.
“Hey, Maura, I hope you won’t let stupid Wendy keep you from going with us Saturday.” Wow, she really wanted me to go with them.
“No, I’ll still go.” She was making me get an uneasy feeling in my stomach, though, if I were completely honest with myself. Wanting to continue
to fit in, I struggled to ignore the tiny, sprouting doubt.
“I’m so glad!” she practically squealed. I wondered again why she so desperately wanted to be my friend.
I couldn’t help but ask then, “Why?”
She seemed a bit taken aback by my question. Katie definitely hadn’t expected me to question the motives behind her and her clique’s sudden interest in befriending me.
“I guess I’m just feeling bad.” She dropped her eyes as if to reiterate her point. “All this time we’ve lived so close and gone to school together for our whole lives, and I’ve barely even said hi to you. When I saw you at the bus stop the other morning, I was thinking that soon you’ll be moving away, and I never got the chance to know you at all.”
She had obviously forgotten the pudding incident. “You know we’re moving?” I was incredulous. “How do you know that?” An interesting development, because I’d told no one. There was no one to tell.
My brain made a suggestion. Did Katie want to secure a place to visit in Vancouver? Could she really be sorry she never got to know me? How could she be intrigued by someone who so obviously shared none of her interests?
“Wendy’s sister helps out in the office.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “She told us you’re transferring to a school near Vancouver. It must be exciting to be moving to Canada. I’ve heard Vancouver is such a beautiful city, too. I’m so jealous! There’s a ton of exciting stuff to do there, not like boring, old here.” She wrinkled her nose to emphasize her point.
So, that had to be the reason. She must have wanted to gain a friend she could visit in Vancouver if she thought the place was so great. I was a bit hurt, but with Katie, I supposed I shouldn’t be surprised if all her friendships, well, all her relationships really, were of convenience. I didn’t have time to comment, though, as she continued to gush.
“I looked up some pictures and stuff on the internet. You should see the mountains! There’s skiing there at this place called Whistler; tons of people go there. And there are the beaches in White Rock…and shopping on Robson Street!!” She turned back to me. “Hey, maybe I could visit you there sometime?”
“Sure,” was all I could manage. Thank god we were sliding into our desks. I was incapable of continuing the conversation at the moment. I noticed a couple of the other less popular girls in the class shooting daggers at me with their eyes, looking from me to Katie, who was practically bouncing in the seat beside me. She must have been really excited about her Vancouver plan. They whispered vehemently back and forth to each other before glaring at me one final time. *If you only knew…* I thought at them. They certainly had nothing to be jealous of.
I became absorbed in the class discussion all too soon, forgetting my wounds for the moment. We were working on Lord of the Flies, one of my favorite books. I tried not to be overeager when Ms. Larson asked questions about parts of the book I liked the best. I was very conscious of Katie beside me. Even with my little discovery about her motives, I still didn’t want to come across as a total nerd.
My hand shot up, almost subconsciously, when she asked about the symbolism of the conch shell. I offered my lengthy commentary before remembering myself and hurriedly wrapping up. I glanced nervously at Katie. She must have thought I was such a geek.
“Wow!” Katie looked at me with admiration in her cornflower eyes. “You are so smart, Maura!” She gave me a smile I had to admit was hard to resist.
“Thanks,” I answered, blushing. Well, at least she wanted to visit me along with Vancouver. Such a wish couldn’t be all bad, could it? So tired of feeling like an isolated freak, I felt any apprehension I’d had waning quickly as I returned her smile with one of my own.
At dinner that night, I knew I only had a few days to prepare Caelyn for a Saturday alone. I hoped she wouldn’t feel too deserted. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d spent a weekend away from each other. As a consolation, I’d made her favorite, pepper steak—Chinese style. I watched for a moment as she chewed appreciatively. “This is great, Maura,” she enthused.
That was about as excited as Caelyn ever got. I thought again how strange it was that, even after all the years I’d been alive, she’d never gotten over my dad. She must have loved him more than I could imagine was possible. As of yet, I didn’t have one boyfriend to speak of, a fact Caelyn was overjoyed about.
I broke out of my reverie to steel myself for her reaction to my request. It was only one Saturday, after all, and then she’d have me all to herself in a whole new city—make that country—and I’d never see my newfound friends again. Well, unless Katie really did intend to make good on her wish to visit us in British Columbia.
“Hey, Mom.” I noticed my voice was a little shaky. I must have been even more nervous about telling her than I realized.
She looked slightly alarmed then. I might have been the consolation prize, but I was still the only piece of my father she had left in her life. “Maura? Is something wrong?”
Great. Freaking her out was definitely not the best way to get what I wanted. “No, Mom. Calm down. I just wanted to ask you if you mind if I go out with some friends from school on Saturday.” Best to just get my request out in the open. Quick and painless, like ripping off a Band-Aid.
Well, not completely painless. “Friends?”
I guess if I’d been in her shoes, I would have had the same reaction. In all the years I’d been in school, I hadn’t had anyone over. Ever.
“Yeah, I know.” I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. “I’m not the most social person alive.”
“That’s an understatement, Maura.” She looked too serious. I didn’t know if I would be going with Katie and the other, whether I’d promised her or not. “This is so out-of-the-blue,” she added.
“I know, Mom.” I was starting to get that pleading edge to my voice she rarely heard. “It’s just…me and Katie Parker have sort of been hanging out together at school. You know, eating lunch together and…”
She interrupted at the mention of our neighbor. “Katie Parker? Cheerleading snot, Katie Parker? Smash pudding into your hair, Katie Parker?” she asked in disbelief. Maybe Caelyn was more concerned about my life than I gave her credit for.
“Mom! She’s not like that anymore.” My mind went back to the conversation I’d had with Katie that day. There was a really good chance she was exactly like that.
Caelyn raised a perfect eyebrow speculatively. “Oh, she isn’t?” She definitely wasn’t convinced.
“Mom!” I was getting exasperated. “What do you care anyway?”
She looked a little like I’d slapped her. “I care very much, Maura. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” She looked a little guilty then. “I know I may not show it all the time, and for that, I’m very sorry, but I care about you more than anything else in my life.”
I was too stunned to speak. Caelyn and I simply didn’t have those kinds of conversations. She usually strayed from any kind of deep emotion, for which I forgave her. Despite my age, I was intensely concerned over anything that might hurt her further. I sought to protect my fragile mother constantly.
“Honey, girls like Katie Parker will chew you up and spit you out. Don’t forget, I was a teenager once.” Some memory flickered across her eyes, and they lost the brief spark of fury they’d held a moment before. Her mouth twisted into a frown, and her eyes suddenly glistened, overfull. I wouldn’t have asked her what she was remembering for anything. I knew from counting backward from my birth year that Caelyn had been very young when she’d met my dad. Her age was my own doubled. It was hard to believe she’d had a baby when she was as old as I was then.
I knew she was right about Katie, too…potentially, though. Not absolutely. I wanted to try. After all, what was the worst that could happen? For once, it was nice to think I had friends, like other normal teenagers.
“Mom!” I snapped her out of her day-mare. “Please, come on; just let me go, okay? I really want to, and it’s only for
a few hours. Don’t you think I’m old enough to decide where I should and shouldn’t go?”
I could tell from the look she gave me that she didn’t think that at all. But she merely said, “What time, where are you going and for how long?” She sighed deeply.
I didn’t really want to tell my mother we were going swimming. Such a confession was sure to lead to questions of whether boys would be present. I was sure she would disapprove of the time of year and the water temperature, as well as the isolated location. The bridge Trent had mentioned was part of a deserted dirt-and-gravel road, practically in the middle of the woods. I thought fast. Too fast.
“We’re just going out for pizza and to see a movie,” I blurted out without benefit of adequate planning. The lying-to-your-mom-about-where-you-were-really-going-with-your-friends thing was a new experience for me. I knew I’d set myself up for questions I wasn’t prepared to answer. What was even playing at the theater? I tried to think about movie trailers I’d seen on TV.
I got lucky. “Are you going to the theater at the mall, then?” She seemed to relax at the idea. The mall was full of people. Safe.
“Yes,” I answered, knowing I was too overeager.
Caelyn mistook the animation in my voice. “You really are excited about going, aren’t you?”
I played it safe and nodded my head, instead of risking speaking another word.
“Well…okay.” Her eyes were a bit tight, so I knew she wasn’t completely thrilled. “But I really would prefer you were home before it gets too late, okay?”
I hadn’t been told by Katie or any of the others how long we would be at the bridge, but surely we wouldn’t even be in the water after dark, given the time of year.
“Don’t worry, Mom, I won’t leave you alone too long!” I blurted out, suddenly worried about her being at home all by herself the whole day, brooding. I’d jumped up and come to stand by her side.
She looked injured by my exclamation and glanced up at me through her thick, feathery lashes. “You don’t have to worry about me, Maura.” Her voice was heavy with guilt. “I just want you to go have a good time.”
I woke up Thursday morning, still amazed by how relatively easy it had been to gain my freedom the coming Saturday from Caelyn. I still couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for leaving her alone. But I had a surprise in mind for her. Something she’d been wanting to do, probably holding back because I never left the house…without her anyway…on weekends. Something to pass the time while I continued my valiant attempt at finally fitting in. I just had to convince someone to drive me across town.
I was singing as I brushed my incredibly glossy hair that morning. Its new gleam even made a regular, old ponytail look ornate somehow. I usually didn’t wear my hair up. My long mane’s ability to hide me both from the sun and the eyes of others was something I took a large amount of comfort in. But the gloss and texture my hair had seemed to take on lately inspired me to experiment…not that an ordinary ponytail was anything too extreme to anyone but me.
Caelyn was in the kitchen, pouring coffee into a travel mug to take to the office. Her eyes popped wide when she saw me bound around the corner. “Maura? Your hair is up?”
I rolled my eyes, but to be honest, her surprise was justified. The style was really was a first for me. I tried to smile nonchalantly and shrugged. “I wanted to try it out.”
“Weird…but okay…” She shrugged as well and turned back to the counter. I was on my way to the cabinet to dig out my favorite honey-flavored cereal when my mom’s arm came across my path to block me. In her hand was a plateful of scrambled eggs.
“Here, Maura, why don’t you eat this?” My look of disappointment caused her to use an infallible tactic—guilt. “I got up early to make them for you.”
“And…what’s wrong with cereal?” I took the plate obligingly.
She tried to sound indifferent, but I noticed the nervous tremble underlying her voice. “It’s time you put more protein into your diet.”
“Mom, I’m almost seventeen, and you pick now to become more concerned with my diet.”
“You’re right; I should have done that a long time ago.” She patted my head affectionately, and of course with that, the battle was over for me. I was resigned to the eggs then, my sugary morning fix lost to me.
I took a whiff. A cook Caelyn was not…another reason I’d taken on kitchen duty…but they smelled mouthwatering. “Mmmmm.” I surprised myself by scooping a wad of them up with my fingers, not bothering to grab a fork. I wolfed half the plateful down in a like manner before I noticed my mother staring at me, open-mouthed.
I laughed nervously, blushing profusely. “Hey! You’re right, protein is good.” I didn’t want to but forced myself to take the time to fetch silverware and went to sit at the dining room table.
Caelyn forcibly calmed herself and snapped right back into an air of normalcy. “I’m a better cook than you give me credit for.” She even smirked for good measure. She glanced up at the clock, as if on cue. “I gotta run, Mink! I can’t be late today.” That was funny. She couldn’t be late any day. Punctuality was a huge deal to my mother.
“Good luck!” I called to her as she rushed past me, patting my head once more and grabbing her bag from the hook beside the entranceway. “Thanks for the eggs, Mom!” I added at the last second.
“Welcome. See you tonight, and have a good day at school.” I heard the door to the garage open and then close in a flash.
Caelyn was head designer for a very prestigious interior-design firm in Pittsburgh. That day, some big-shot millionaire client, who wanted to redecorate his summer home, was coming in for Caelyn to charm. Because not only did Caelyn possess unparalleled finesse when it came to transforming the inside of any dwelling, but she drew people to her as well. Male clients were astonished by her startling beauty, but she also had a way of making them feel at ease, like they were right at home with her. If she’d been able to dispel that sadness of hers, Caelyn’s social calendar would have been full every single night of her life.
I’d had the chance to see her in action once on a night we’d been going out to dinner for my birthday. Caelyn had sent one of her coworkers to pick me up and take me to the office, as she was busy with a client too significant—and rich—to be rescheduled.
“Ahhh, here she is!” My mother was obviously uncomfortable, as she was overly exuberant at my arrival. “Anthony, this is my daughter, Maura.”
“Well, you, My Dear, are just as beautiful as your mother!” The man had been tall, with deeply tanned skin and jet-black hair. Disturbingly, his eyes were a brilliant blue…colored contacts, obviously.
“Ummm, thanks.” I’d squirmed internally when he picked my hand up to kiss the back. His lips had parted to show teeth I was pretty sure were veneered. There was no doubt he was handsome, but his expression had transformed into a cocky kind of smile, one that made me wish my mother and I were already having dinner…somewhere very far from the man.
Mom had been packing up swatches of royally-colored fabric, samples in purples, golds and reds. I’d felt a sense of relief at the signal we would soon be leaving her office. Spacious as the room was, it hadn’t felt big enough to escape the aura of the man occupying space with us. His attention had turned back to my mother, and I’d found the way he was smiling at her had begun to make me feel angry.
“Are you ready to go, Honey?” Caelyn had strode over and run her hair over my hair. “It’s her birthday, Sweet Sixteen!” She’d beamed at me, and her smile had become more genuine. “You can pick any place you like.”
My stomach had rumbled, embarrassingly, at the mention of food, and I’d gotten a sudden craving for the Cookie Fudge Fantasy at Eat’nPark.
“Eat’nPark!” Ice cream and chocolate chip cookies, what a perfectly delicious combination.
A knowing look had spread across my mother’s face. “Sure, but you’re not having Cookie Fudge Fantasy for dinner. You have to eat real food
before dessert.”
Unbelievingly, Mr. I-Think-I’m-Awesome had invited himself along. “Hey, how about I buy dinner for the birthday girl and her stunning mother?” He’d flashed a daring smile full of perfect white at my mom.
I could tell, then, how much his words had upset Caelyn. But only I’d caught the very slight stiffening of her body, the more rigid clench of her hands, which had been nestled into the small of her back. As far as her client was concerned, she’d had no reaction at all. She’d even given the same smile back to him he’d been offering to her, without a trace of fake sentiment. Caelyn was good. Not good enough to fool the daughter who knew her best—I’d been able to see just how incensed she was.
“Oh, Anthony! What a generous offer! You are so kind,” my mother had said to him, and for a minute I’d been afraid we would have to ruin the rare intimacy my birthday brought. It was one of the few days of the year I had Caelyn’s undivided attention. On my special day, she would never bring one iota of work home. I’d begun to formulate multiple excuses in my head to account for the reason why Anthony couldn’t join us. Then, I’d noticed my mother’s very deliberate pause and wondered what she was waiting for. I hadn’t waited long to find out.
“Now, Maura, you don’t want to go to Eat’nPark, do you?” He’d strode over to me and bent to look into my eyes, speaking to me in a tone generally reserved for five-year-olds. “I mean, that’s practically like McDonald's! You are sixteen today and so should start developing more refined tastes. How about we find a more suitable place to have your birthday dinner? How would you like to try some caviar and foie gras?” He’d smiled, exceedingly proud of himself.
I’d tried to be very polite like my mother had taught me to be, and also to remember he was a very important client of hers when I answered through clenched teeth, “No, thank you. I want Buffalo Chicken Mac and Cheese for my birthday dinner.” My tone had grown stone cold and rang with finality.
“Well, there you have it!” My mother had laughed a strange, tinkling laugh she didn’t usually emit while in my company. “I don’t think Maura is quite ready for the world of fine dining!” She’d turned and winked at me. “I’m not so eager for her to grow up yet either, so Buffalo Mac and Cheese sounds good to me!”
Anthony had appeared a tad confused, which had made me sure he was quite used to getting his way. Caelyn then crossed the room and took another velvet-enfolded swipe at his ego. “I know this isn’t your kind of fare, Anthony Dear! I’m so sorry and wouldn’t dream of making you suffer through an evening with us that is so out of your element.” She’d put an arm around his shoulder and was escorting him out of the room. “I’m sure you understand why I must cater to Maura’s tastes tonight. But you have to promise me a rain check!” The last words, she’d uttered with a push of bright cheeriness and a dazzling smile. I’d looked on in mute awe.
She’d managed to get him across the threshold of the room. Her charm and the promise of a future dinner together—poor Mom!—had made poor Anthony look a bit like someone had cracked him over the head with a hard, blunt object. “Absolutely, Caelyn. I look forward to it. But tonight…”
“Tonight, you have some homework to do! You simply must make up your mind regarding the color choices. And I’ll see you in the morning to go over the bathroom tile samples.” She’d given him the smile that made the edges of her eyes crinkle, coming across as feeling so genuinely happy, she nearly fooled me. He was putty in her hands. I’d bet he’d even forgotten suggesting he go to dinner with us. “Goodnight,” she’d said softly and started to close the door.
“Goodnight,” he’d answered agreeably, with no further argument. I’d felt like I should applaud her performance of pure genius.
I snapped out of the memory, realizing I was about to be late for school. After rinsing my egg plate in the sink, I ran out the door, determination in my soul. That day, I was on a mission.
3. Errands
Trent was gulping down an enormous piece of pizza. In two bites, half the slice disappeared. I chewed quietly at my own, savoring the flavor of the cheese as I worked my nerve up to ask my favor.
“Ummm, Trent?”
“Yeah, Maur?” The words were all garbled around the food he still had stuffed in his mouth. His appeal grew thinner every day. I supposed that was why he’d inherited such good looks. Fate had to give him something.
“Are you driving us home today?” I asked timidly. Everyone in our little lunch clique seemed suddenly interested, looking up from their food and turning away from previous conversations.
“Aw, sorry, Maur.” He’d taken to shortening my name like that lately, and I found the habit far less than endearing. “I have football practice.”
As usual, Wendy—ever the instigator—read more into my request than a simple ride home. Her eyes, a lighter, less-attractive green than my mother’s, flashed as she asked me, “Oh…was there somewhere you were going to ask Trent to go?”
I blushed immediately, not helpful for any denial I might try to offer. I decided the truth might be the best way out of what Wendy was trying to insinuate.
“Well,” I began, “I wanted to get a present for my mother, but I’d have to go to the other side of town near the mall.”
“You could take the bus,” Katie offered, a big helpful smile spreading across her face.
I’d thought about that already. “I don’t really have time. I have to be back to make dinner.” Transit would mean the time for the trip would be doubled, and I wanted to surprise Caelyn on Saturday morning. Her suspicious nature was easily provoked, and it was next to impossible—most of the time—to pull the wool over my mother’s eyes. She would know something was up if she walked in the door and dinner wasn’t on the table. That had never happened before. She would probably push until she pulled a confession out of me, which would give her plenty of time to talk herself out of my present.
Of course, my worries summoned a new torrent of laughter from Wendy and several other girls at the table. Once again, as she’d done several times already, Katie shot them a look which silenced their cackles almost immediately. Wendy was so evil; I wondered if it was really worth being around her to hang out with Katie and Trent. I was sure Wendy loved having me around, though, as I seemed to be a constant source of amusement for her. She thought nearly everything I did or said was comical in some way. I would be sure to keep as far away from her as possible on Saturday.
“Sorry, Maur,” Trent said, right in the middle of taking another bite. “Maybe Katie can ditch cheerleading and take you? I guess I’d let her borrow the ‘stang.”
“No, that’s okay.” I didn’t want to be a bother to anyone. “I can go some other time, really.”
“Hey, we could take you tomorrow, right, Trent?” Katie grinned at me.
“Yeah, sure.” Trent’s attention was mostly focused on nabbing the pizza from one of the other football player’s plate.
“Hey!” the other guy, half Trent’s size, shouted in protest, trying to grab his lunch back with no success. Trent already had half the slice in his mouth, chewing with a wide, amused grin on his face.
“That would be great,” I said, without much excitement, to Katie. Oh well, the delay couldn’t be helped, and I should be grateful someone would even be willing to drive me. I put more effort into smiling back at her.
The bell rang, and we all moved to take our trays to the dishwasher. I was trying to imagine whether Caelyn would be happy or not about my intended gift, so I really wasn’t paying much attention to where I was walking, my eyes focused on the half brownie I’d left uneaten in the corner of the tray. I jerked my head up as I crashed into the back of the boy in front of me, watching in horror as my opened, but untouched, milk carton tipped over to soak the back of his dark-blue shirt from the middle of his back to his waist. It would be my luck that Wendy was right across from me in the second line. She doubled over with laughter, dropping her own tray to the ground with a resounding clatter. Every head in the lunchr
oom turned in our direction.
My face was so hot; I felt like my head might explode. I wanted to run away…desperately. But my feet remained frozen to the floor, my face a mask of horror, waiting for the wrath of the human in front of me to rain down on my head. He turned around slowly, his large brown eyes full of shock. I’d seen him around the school. A senior. My heart bounced out palpitations of fear.
Despite that, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was.
“Wow…that is cold!” Not exactly what I was expecting, but he could have said way worse.
“I-I-Oh, my god, I’m so sorry,” I stammered.
He smiled…smiled…at me then. One of those smiles you know the person is putting their whole heart into. His brown hair fell over his forehead to one side in careless bangs; the rest was long, tied into a ponytail that fell halfway down his back. Before he’d turned around, I hadn’t missed that the ends were also milksoaked, like his poor shirt. He had full lips that were the perfect shade of pink, like the inside of a seashell. They were spread wide in that cherubic smile of his. Despite my terror, I was instantly smitten.
I’d never been close enough to him before to really see him.
“Hey, aren’t you Maura?”
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