Chapter 17
Jake
Don’t cry.
I yanked
open my dresser drawers and started throwing clothes into the suitcase.
“Man, what
the fuck’s wrong with you?” Foster snarled from his bed. “Can’t you see I’m
trying to have a little privacy with my girl?”
“You’ll
have all the privacy you want in a few hours.”
“Yeah,
well, we were in the middle of something.”
“Leave him
alone, Foster,” Fawn spoke up. “Can’t you see he’s upset about something?”
“His queer
boyfriend probably dumped him,” my ever-sensitive roommate grumbled. I fought
down the growing urge to burst into tears and just kept packing. I will not cry in front of Foster. I will
not give him that pleasure.
After a few
minutes of heavy silence, Foster heaved a beleaguered sigh and jumped out of
bed. “If you’re not leaving any time soon I might as well go take a piss.” He
pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and stomped out the door—or at least he
tried to stomp. Barefoot stomping loses some of its effect.
“You okay?”
Fawn asked after a few seconds.
“I don’t
want to talk about it.” I restrained myself from adding “especially with you.”
“That’s
cool. I was just trying to help.” She was quiet for a few more seconds, but it
was like she was incapable of remaining that way for long. “I know what it’s
like to get hurt by a boy.”
“Who said I
got hurt by a boy?” I snapped impatiently.
“Trust me,
I know the signs well.” She sat up—keeping the sheet carefully pulled over her
large breasts—opened the window, and lit up a cigarette. She inhaled deeply,
held it in for a few seconds, and then slowly released the smoke towards the
window. Technically, we aren’t allowed to smoke in the dorms, but I wasn’t in
the mood to make an issue if it. “You just got your heart broken.”
I grabbed
the first thing within reach—a coffee mug—and hurled it against the wall. The
mug shattered into dozens of small pieces. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I
managed to choke out through the tightness in my throat. I will not cry.
“Hey, I
understand. You’re angry. I’ve been there. But you can’t run away.”
“Did I ask
you? Besides, who said I’m running away?”
“I suppose
you’re just packing for the fun of it?”
“I just
need to get away.”
“You’re
running away.”
“Fine, I’m
running away. So what? How is that your business?”
“It’s not.
I’m just saying...you can’t run away from it. You’re gonna hurt no matter where
you are.” She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on her
knees, watching me while I busily kept packing. “You’ll get over him eventually.
Then someone else will come along. Maybe someone better.”
“Like
Foster?” I scoffed.
She
laughed. “Foster’s just keeping me occupied while I wait for that someone
better. He’s not the marrying type, if you know what I mean, but he’s great in
bed. He’ll do things most guys won’t.”
“You know,
I really don’t want to talk about that.”
Just then,
Foster returned, sparing me from all the gory details of their sex life. He
gave me a dirty look. “Are you still here?”
“Six hours,
Foster, then I’ll be gone. Think you can wait that long?”
“Where are
you going?”
“Home.”
“For good?”
“That
remains to be seen.”
He
shrugged. “Whatever. Come on, Fawn. Let’s go get something to eat.”
Fawn
dropped her cigarette into a beer can where it died with a fizzle, then grabbed
her clothes from the floor next to the bed. She dressed under the sheets, and
then, finally, the lovely couple made their exit, leaving me gratefully alone. My vow not to cry lasted all of thirty
seconds before I was a sobbing heap on the floor. I’d pretty much cried myself
out when I heard a key in the door. I cut off my tears with a hiccup and
quickly wiped my teary face on my blanket. I was scrambling to my feet when Roy
opened the door. A look of concern crossed his face as he took in my
disheveled, red-eyed appearance.
“Jake,
what’s wrong?” He stood awkwardly by the door. I shook my head, not trusting
myself to speak. “Is it Kody?” I nodded. “What happened? Did you find him?”
Another head-shake. “Did you guys break up?” Much to my embarrassment, I once
again burst into tears. “Oh jeez, Jake.
I’m sorry.” He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, then suddenly charged
across the room towards me. I involuntarily flinched as he reached me, but much
to my amazement, he enveloped me in what had to be the gentlest hug I’d ever
received.
He must
have noticed the suitcase while my face was still pressed into his massive
chest. “Why are you packing?” He released me so abruptly I stumbled back a few
steps. At least I’d stopped crying from the shock. “You’re not leaving are
you?” He sounded so horrified by the prospect that I felt bad that I’d not even
thought about letting him know I was going home.
“I...I need
to get away, Roy. I need some time to think away from everybody—well, away from
him at least.”
“But...but...”
“I might be
back in a few days.”
“Then why
are you packing everything?”
I squeezed
my eyes shut and rubbed my forehead. Roy was not as dumb as most people
thought. “I just need to get away, Roy. Please try to understand.”
“But you’re
my only friend here.”
“That’s not
true. You’re friends with Erin, and there’s Jen. Things are just getting
started there. You don’t need me around for that. And then there’s
always...Kody...”
“Erin’s
your friend, not mine. And I do need you around for Jen. Who am I going to ask
for advice? And Kody...well, he only put up with me because of you.” Now, he
looked like he might cry at any
minute. “You’re my best friend, Jake. I don’t want you to go.”
I dropped
down on the bed next to the suitcase and thought about what Roy had said. I was
his best friend? I’d barely been a friend to him at all. I’d more tolerated him
than anything. Suddenly, I felt terribly guilty at the way I’d taken him for
granted. He was always there, listening to my problems and watching out for
me—truly being a friend. And what had I given him in return? Not much, and yet,
he still thought I was a great friend.
I swallowed
the lump in my throat and tried to sound cheery, not an easy prospect in my
current state of mind. “Hey, no matter what happens, we’ll stay friends. Got
it? You can call me anytime, email me, and even come visit me in Maryland.”
“Really?”
He still looked miserable, but not so much like he might cry. “I’ve never been
to Maryland.”
“You’ll love
it. We’ve got great beaches. I can teach you how to surf. And who knows, maybe
I will come back after I have some time to think things over.”
He gave me
a little smile. “I hope so.”
For the
first time since I’d found out that Becca had told Kody the truth about me, I
started to think that maybe I would come back. I’d made some great friends
here: Erin, Roy, and Carlos. So what if things were over with Kody?
Kody.
My heart
broke all over again as I thought about being here without him. How could I go
about my daily life—attend classes, eat meals, drink coffee—knowing he was so close but I couldn’t see him or
touch him? That would be the purest form of torture. I’d made the right
decision. I had to go home.
“Can I help
you pack or something?” Roy asked, startling me out of my reverie. I’d
practically forgotten he was even there.
“Sure.
Thanks.”
* * *
Mom arrived
five and a half hours later. She must have broken some kind of land speed
record. I hadn’t been expecting her for another hour or two considering she was
traveling during the brunt of rush hour.
She called
as she was pulling into the lot, and knocked on the door a few minutes later. I
barely had the door open before she’d enveloped me in a tight hug. I struggled
not to break down again. I was starting to get one of those crying headaches.
Mom pulled away and held me at arms’ length, looking me over carefully. Her
eyes seemed to search mine. Then she nodded and turned towards Roy who was
watching with large eyes. She inspected Roy the same way she had me, then
crossed the room and gave him a hug as well. The sight was almost enough to
make me laugh. The look on Roy’s face was priceless, but even better was the
how small my petite mother looked in Roy’s embrace.
“Roy, this
is my mom, Judy,” I said as Mom stepped away from a bewildered Roy. “Mom, this
is Roy. He’s a good friend.”
“He must be
your protector.” She beamed warmly at him.
Roy got an
aw-shucks look on his face and I swear he scuffed his toe on the floor. “Nice
to meet ya,” he mumbled.
Mom reached
out and touched his hand. “You have a pure soul, Roy. Thank you for looking out
for Jake.”
“He’s been
a good friend.”
Mom smiled
again. “Good.” She turned to me. “Are you ready? We have a long drive back.”
“You don’t
need to rest or anything?” I knew if I’d just driven almost six hours I
wouldn’t be all that eager to jump back in a car right away.
“Nope, I’m
running on a pot of coffee. There’ll be lots of pee breaks. I’m ready if you
are.”
I shrugged.
“I guess I’m ready then.”
“I’ll help
carry your stuff down, Jake,” Roy offered.
“Thanks,
Roy.”
Even with
Roy’s help—the boy was like a pack mule, we just kept piling it on him—it took us
two trips to load everything into the car. Once the car was packed, I went back
inside to say good-bye to Erin, Roy trailing behind me like a lost puppy. She’d
gathered the whole group together to send me off. Carlos, Toshi, Miranda, and
Alex were all there wearing identical mournful expressions.
“Guys, I’m
just going home. This isn’t a funeral,” I joked. Carlos attempted a smile. No
one else even bothered.
“Will you
be coming back?” Toshi asked. That seemed to be the question of the day. I
wished I had an answer.
I shrugged.
“We’ll see.”
We all
stood awkwardly for a few minutes. I was just hoping no one would start crying.
“Group
hug!” Erin suddenly yelled out, and everyone moved together as if that was all
we’d been waiting for.
“Jake? You
ready?” My mother stuck her head in the door and broke the moment.
We broke apart
and I quickly introduced everyone. We had a quick round of individual hugs and
then Mom and I walked out to the car, Roy still straggling along behind me. I
had a sudden mental image of him chasing the car down the road.
Mom climbed
into the driver’s seat, and I turned to tell Roy good-bye one last time. I let
out an “oof” as he crushed me against his chest in a bone-jarring bear hug.
“Bye,
Jake,” he rumbled.
I grunted.
I would have said more but he was squeezing me so hard I was afraid my lungs
might collapse. He released me and I gasped for air. Once I’d caught my breath,
I patted him on the arm. “This isn’t good-bye, just see you later.”
“Promise?”
“I
promise.”
“I hope you
come back, Jake.”
He was once
again looking like he might cry so I decided to keep things short and sweet.
“We’ll stay in touch either way, Big Guy.”
He nodded,
and I quickly jumped into the passenger seat. Mom started the car and pulled
away. I glanced back, but Roy refrained from chasing us. He just stood there morosely
watching us drive away.
“Poor guy,”
Mom said, glancing in the rear-view mirror. “He seems more broken-hearted than
you. Do you think he has a crush on you?”
“Mom, Roy
is straight. He’s just never had a close friend.”
“Ah. He’s
really going to miss you. I could feel his pain as soon as I walked into your
room. His almost outweighed yours.”
A wave of
guilt flowed over me. “I’ll miss him too.” As I said the words, I realized how
true they were. I’d grown quite fond of the big lug—not to mention Erin,
Carlos, and the rest.
As if she’d
read my mind (and who knows, maybe she did), Mom turned to me and asked, “Are
you sure you want to do this?”
I hesitated
a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. I need to get away to think, even if it just
turns out to be for a few days.”
“Right,
because I have nothing better to do than drive you back and forth between New
York and Maryland.”
I flushed.
“I’m sorry, Mom. Thanks for driving all the way up here to get me. I really do
appreciate it.”
“I know you
do, Kiddo.” She gave me smile. “I’m just giving you a hard time. So how about
if you tell me what this is all about anyway? This morning you were insisting
all was well.”
“I thought
it was. Then all hell broke loose.”
“Tell me
about it?”
I turned my
face away. “I don’t really feel like talking about it.”
“Come on,
spill it. You’ll feel better after you do.”
“Mom...”
“Okay.
Later then?”
“Later. I
think I’ll just take a nap now. Wake me up if you get tired and I’ll drive a
while.”
She nodded,
and I leaned my head against the window and shut my eyes. I wasn’t really tired
and didn’t expect to fall asleep. I just wanted to avoid talking about Kody
with my mother. I must have been more drained than I’d thought though, because
at some point I really fell asleep.
I awoke
with a start when we pulled into a rest stop. I rubbed my eyes and looked
around. “Where are we?”
“Somewhere
in New Jersey. It’s time for another pee break. You slept through the first
one.”
“You left
me in the car alone and asleep?” I was aghast.
Mom rolled
her eyes. “You’re a little too big to kidnap, Jacob. I locked the doors. Now if
you’ll excuse me, my bladder is about to burst.” She unbuckled her seat belt
and slid out of the car. I realized I had to go too, so I jumped out behind
her.
Back in the
car, Mom gave me a look. I knew I couldn’t put her off any longer. With a sigh,
I resigned myself to reliving the whole story.
Sure
enough, her first words were, “So what happened?”
“I screwed
up.”
“Could you
be a little more specific?”
“I didn’t
tell Kody everything about...about my past. I told him I was an addict, but I
left out the part about Fenton Black.”
Mom’s face
darkened. The very mention of his name made her furious—both at him and herself
for not intervening sooner. “And he found out somehow?”
“There’s
this girl—“
“It’s
always a girl,” Mom muttered under her breath.
“Her name
is Becca. I met her before I’d met anybody else at school. She seemed really
nice at first, but it didn’t take me long to realize she was only interested in
bagging a boyfriend. So I told her I wasn’t interested because I was gay. She
didn’t buy it. She freaked out. A few weeks later she saw me at the Coop with
Erin and assumed she was my girlfriend. There was a big scene that ended with
me saying some pretty nasty things to Becca.”
“So this is
a case of the woman scorned?”
“Something
like that. After you called this morning, I got a funny feeling about Kody.”
“What kind
of funny feeling?” That had certainly caught her attention. Mom lived with the
hope that I’d develop some sort of psychic abilities. So far I’d disappointed
her on that front. I was anything but disappointed. The Gifts, as she referred
to them, seemed more like a curse than a gift to me.
“Nothing
supernatural, Mother. I just had a feeling of dread.”
“It could
have been precognition!”
“Or it
could have been the power of suggestion. After all, you’d just called me up and
practically insisted something was wrong.” That quieted her. “Either way, I
tried to find Kody, but I couldn’t locate him anywhere. Then Roy told me he’d
skipped out on his classes, so I went looking for him. I bumped into Becca on
campus, although I doubt that was a coincidence. She wanted to gloat about how
she’d found out about everything by doing an Internet search. Somehow, she’d
found some articles that mentioned my involvement with Fenton. She gave them to
Kody.”
“The
bitch!”
“Stay in
your lane,” I yelled as she started to drift towards a tractor-trailer on our
left.
“Sorry. This
just gets me so steamed! What did Kody say?”
“I don’t
know.”
“What do
you mean you don’t know?”
“I couldn’t
find him anywhere. No one has seen him all day. He’s avoiding me.”
Mom stared
at me in disbelief until I pointed frantically at the road. She was quiet a few
more moments before she let loose on me.
“Are you
trying to tell me that I drove all the way up here from Maryland and you don’t
even know if he’s upset or not?”
“Mom,
wouldn’t you be upset if you just learned that your boyfriend used to be a
whore for drugs? And even worse, he kept that from you?”
“Jake, you
can’t project your feelings onto other people. You should have at least talked
to him before you ran off.”
I turned
towards the window and stared out at the lights of whatever town we were
passing. “Maybe I didn’t want to talk to him.”
“Why on
earth not?”
“I didn’t
want to see the disgust in his eyes.”
“You don’t
know that he’s disgusted.”
“I couldn’t
stand it, Mom.”
She was
quiet for a minute. “You really care about Kody, don’t you?”
“I...” A
tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. “I think I love him.”
“Then don’t
you think you at least owe him the chance to work this out—assuming there even
is anything to work out?”
I didn’t
answer, but my mind was working overtime. She dropped the subject and we didn’t
talk much for the rest of the drive. I dozed a bit, but mostly, I thought about
what she’s said. When we got home, I went straight to my bedroom and dropped
into bed. Mercifully, sleep claimed me quickly.
* * *
“Wake up,
Sleeping Beauty.” Someone dropped heavily onto the bed next to me.
I blinked
awake to find Killian staring down at me with a crooked little half-smile. I
frowned. “What are you doing here?”
His
eyebrows rose. “Is that any way to greet your best friend who you haven’t seen
for a month?”
I pushed
myself into a sitting position and gave him a hug. Then I pushed away and
studied him. “Mom called you, didn’t she?”
He grinned.
“Yep. She said she had to go meet with an important client and she wanted
someone to be here when you woke up.”
I rolled my
eyes. “As if I need a babysitter. And, of course, you decided to wake me up.”
“Of course.
So what are you doing home? Your mom wouldn’t tell me. She said you could fill
me in.”
“Aha! That’s
the real reason you woke me up. You just wanted to satisfy your curiosity.”
He
shrugged, not even bothering to deny it. Killian was notoriously inquisitive,
which is probably why he got into the PI business to start with. “So tell me
what happened. Have you been crying? Your eyes are all puffy.”
“I just
woke up! Jeez. You really know how to make a boy feel special.”
“Oh, stop
fishing for compliments. You know you’re hot as hell, even first thing in the
morning when you’ve slept in your clothes. You stink, by the way.” I stuck my
tongue out at him. He tackled me and started tickling. We wrestled around for a
few minutes before I let him pin me. “Just tell me what happened, already,” he
panted.
I sighed
and gave in. We settled in next to each other on the bed, our backs propped up
against the headboard and our legs crossed casually over one another’s. Since
it had been a while since we’d talked, I had to give him more background than
Mom had needed. I started all the way back with meeting Kody for the first time
and brought him up to the present, leaving nothing out. Telling it all took a
while, especially since Killian asked so many questions. I started to feel like
I was a witness in one of his cases. When I was finished I felt like I needed a
nap again. At least I’d gotten through it without crying this time.
Killian
stared at me for a few seconds after I’d finished. “So, let me get this
straight. You just ran off without even talking to him?”
“Argh!” I shoved
him away and crawled to the foot of the bed. “You sound like my mother.”
“Well, I
mean, really, Jake. Don’t you think you owed him that, at least?”
“I don’t
know what I owe him. All I know is that I didn’t want to see him look at me
with disgust.” He opened his mouth, but I rushed on to cut him off before he
could say it. “And yes, I know that I don’t know for sure he’d be disgusted,
but even if he wasn’t, I kept the truth from him. He probably hates me now. At
the very least, it’s probably over between us. Who would want to date someone
who used to be a whore? He probably never wants to see me again.” I flopped
back onto the bed and stared dejectedly up at the ceiling.
“Why don’t
you let him speak for himself? I’ve never heard someone use the word ‘probably’
so many times in one self-pitying speech.”
I sat up
and stared at him with my mouth agape, feeling like he’d slapped me.
“Don’t look
at me like that. You’re acting like a little kid, running from these bogey
monsters that only exist in your head instead of facing your problems head on
like an adult. And your mom is just as bad, rushing up there to rescue you. At
least I can understand where she’s coming from. She feels all this guilt over
not being there when you needed her so now she’s overcompensating. What’s your
excuse?”
I felt my
face heating up with anger. “If all you’re going to do is sit there and judge
me then you can leave,” I snapped.
“I’m not
judging you. I’m trying to help you. I know you’ve been through a lot of shit,
and I’m sorry, but you can’t keep using that as an excuse to avoid life. You’ve
got to move on and start living, and that means letting someone—maybe Kody—love
you.”
“What’s
that supposed to mean?”
“I think you’re
afraid to let him get close.”
“I am not!”
“Then why
did you run away when he wanted to be intimate?”
“I...I
didn’t run away.”
“You did.
You told me yourself. And then you ran away again at the first sign of trouble,
this time away from the whole school—heck, the whole state.”
“I...You
don’t understand.”
“Don’t I?
Maybe I understand too well. I’ve been there, Jake. You’re afraid of getting
hurt again so you avoid letting people get too close. You’re trying to put
everything on Kody, but the truth is you’re using this as an excuse to get
away. He was getting too close and you were feeling things for him that scared
you. If it wasn’t this, it would have been something else.”
I looked
away. “Fine. Maybe you’re right. I am scared.”
“It’s okay
to be scared. After all you’ve been through you’d be crazy not to be scared.
You just can’t let it control you. Do you really want to be alone for the rest
of your life?”
I shook my
head no.
“Then
sooner or later you’re going to have to take a risk and open up your heart to
someone.”
“I don’t
know if I can.”
“Do you
love Kody?”
I nodded
shakily.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” I
whispered.
“Say it.”
“Yes. I
love Kody.”
“Then you
have to take that chance. Every relationship is a risk, Jake. Some work out and
some don’t. You don’t know what’s going to happen in the future, but you can’t be
paralyzed by the fear of what might happen.”
“But what
if—”
“What if
he’s your soul mate and you live happily ever after?”
I thought
about what he’d said for a few minutes while Killian waited patiently. “So you
think I should go back and hope he’ll give me another chance?” I asked finally.
“I think
you should give your relationship another chance.”
“What if he
doesn’t want to give me another chance?”
“Will you
quit with the what-ifs already? You’re like Mr. Worst Case Scenario. Try
looking on the bright side for a change.”
“I haven’t
seen many bright sides in my life. I don’t know if I’d recognize one if it bit
me in the ass.”
Killian’s
eyes softened. “I know, sweetie. That’s why you have me, to point them out for
you so you don’t miss them.”
I gave him
a small smile. “You know, you’re right.”
“I usually
am,” he said with a grin. “What am I right about this time?”
“I was
scared to...to be intimate with Kody, but not for the reason you think—or at
least not totally.”
Killian
looked surprised. “Then why were you scared?”
“Maybe it
was partially what you said about not letting him get too close, but it was
also because—” I took a deep breath. “I haven’t been with anyone since Fenton.”
Killian
gave me a bewildered look. “I know. So?”
“So? That
was two years ago.”
“I’d think
that would make you want to do it more.”
“Of course
I wanted to. It’s not that I don’t want to. I’m just scared.”
“Scared of
what, exactly?”
“I haven’t
dated anyone since...well...ever really. You were the first guy I ever fell
for, and as we both know, nothing came of that except our friendship. When Mom
and I moved to California, I got into drugs and had a lot of sex, but it was
just physical. None of it meant anything. Then we moved back here and everything
happened with Fenton. After that, I was just concentrating on getting over my
addictions. I didn’t feel much like sex. After everything I’ve been through,
let’s just say anonymous sex had lost its allure. Since I wasn’t seeing anyone,
it wasn’t really an issue until I met Kody. Then when things started
happening...” I played with the sheets for a few seconds while Killian waited
for me to go on. “I’ve never had sex with someone I genuinely cared about.”
Killian
blinked in shock. “Oh wow. Jake...I didn’t realize...”
“It’s not
something you brag about, you know?”
“So, in a
way, it’s almost like you’re a virgin too.”
I made a
face. “I wish. I’m going into this with a lot of baggage.”
“Who
doesn’t have baggage these days?”
“Kody.”
“Don’t you
think you might be idealizing Kody a little? He sounds like he’s been through
his share of crap, too.”
“Nothing
like I have.”
“You can’t
compare stuff like that. If he’s willing to take you as you are, with all your
baggage, then what are you waiting for?”
“”How do I
know if he’s willing?”
“There’s
only one way to find out.”
“Go back to
school.”
“Bingo.”
I sighed.
“Fine.”
“You’ll go
back?”
“Yes, I’ll
go back.”
“And you’ll
give what you and Kody have another shot?”
I
hesitated. “I’ll do my best.”
Killian
pulled me against him in a tight hug. “That’s all anyone can expect,” he
whispered, then released me. “It won’t be easy, but I know you can do it.”
“I wish I
was as confident.”
“You—” The
doorbell cut him off.
I looked down at my rumpled clothes.
“Ugh. I’m not fit for public view. Can you get that? I’m going to take a
shower.”
“Sure. No
problem.”
I scuttled
into the bathroom, shut the door, then yanked it back open for one last
instruction. “Oh, and if it’s for me, I’m not home.”