Stalk Me

by Jillian Dodd

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  I shrug my shoulders as Cush nudges my foot under the table. I told him last night about Sander’s upcoming makeover.

  The lunchroom is abuzz.

  At first it was, Who is that guy?

  Then it was, Ohmigawd, it’s Sander!

  Then there was a lot of looking between our table and his.

  RiAnne says, “I don’t get it. ”

  “Don’t get what?” Cush asks.

  “He looks hot like that. Why didn’t he come sit with us?”

  “Maybe you should go sit with him,” I suggest. “Console him. ”

  “Don’t you dare!” Vanessa warns. “The lines have been drawn. You are not to cross. ”

  “What are you talking about?” I ask.

  “Hey, you’re the one who destroyed the prom king. I’m just trying to deal with the fallout. ”

  “What fallout?”

  “How it affects our status. We don’t want him starting his own table. ”

  “Who cares about the fucking table?” I say, a little too loudly. The lacrosse guys at the next table turn around and stare at me.

  I get up, grab my bag, and march out of the lunchroom. It’s either that or punch Vanessa right in her smug face.

  Cush says, “Wait up,” from behind me. Then he starts laughing. “Not that I couldn’t catch you in those shoes. Or boots. What are they anyway?”

  Keep it together, Keatyn. Don’t have a breakdown in the middle of school.

  “I don’t know what they’re called, but my feet are killing me. ”

  Cush picks me up off the ground and carries me down the hall.

  Who knew he was so strong?

  We pass a pretty cheerleader named Mandy, who sometimes comes to Cush’s parties. She gasps at the sight of him carrying me down the hall. From the look on her face, you’d have thought she’d seen us having sex.

  Cush nods his head at her and says, “S’up,” as he carries me into the boys’ locker room. He sets me down on a bench between rows of bright blue lockers.

  “Take them off,” he commands.

  I don’t.

  Instead, I lay back on the bench and scream, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

  “What the hell is going on?” Coach Kline yells at Cush. Then he says to me, “And why are you in the boys’ locker room?”

  “She’s having a meltdown, sir,” Cush says. “It’s the shoes. They’re slowly trying to kill her. ”

  Coach looks at my shoes, grimaces, and nods his head in agreement. “That’s understandable. ” Then he walks back into his office and shuts the door.

  Cush kneels down and starts unbuckling my shoe.

  “Sometimes I can’t figure you out. Why are you friends with her? Why do you put up with it?”

  “I could ask you the same question. Why do you let her invite so many people to your parties? Why do you put up with it?”

  “She told me she’d ruin my reputation if I didn’t. ”

  “How could she do that? You’ve been with plenty of girls. ”

  “Yeah, I know, but she’s your friend, so I went along with it. ”

  “She wanted Sander. She thought they would be the school’s perfect couple. ”

  “But you got Sander instead. ”

  “I didn’t try to, though. It just happened. He was new, and we had a lot in common. ”

  He slides one of my shoes off and starts unbuckling the six buckles running up my other leg.

  I wiggle and stretch my toes. They already feel so much better. I’m pretty sure if my toes had lips, they’d be kissing Cush right now in thanks.

  “She threatened to ruin my reputation too,” I whisper.

  “I really don’t think there’s anything she could do or say that would change people’s opinion of you. You don’t chase the spotlight, Keatyn. You never had to. The spotlight chases you. ”

  He slides off the other shoe then rubs the marks on my feet.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You don’t need her to be popular. ”

  I look into Cush’s big, blue eyes and have the sudden urge to kiss him.

  You know, just to thank him for being so sweet.

  Like, to my feet.

  He looks down at his hands, which are still gently massaging my legs.

  “I’m not sure I even want to be popular anymore,” I confess.

  “Yeah, me either,” he says quietly. Then he brightens and gives me the naughty Cushman grin. “It’s a gorgeous day. Let’s skip. Drive down the coast or go to the beach. ”

  My phone vibrates with texts.

  Vanessa: Where the fuck are you? Was Cush really carrying you down the hall? Did you leave school together?

  RiAnne: I heard a naughty rumor about you and Cush. Is it true? Is that the real reason why you broke up with Sander?

  I sigh, show him the texts then toss my phone in my bag. “Where should we go?”

  “Santa Monica Pier? We can eat all the crap food, ride the Ferris wheel, and play arcade games until dark. ”

  “That sounds like fun,” I say.

  Tuesday, May 17th

  So, sue me.

  5:45pm

  Nearly fifty-nine hours since the hookup, and I’m starting to wonder if I will ever see Brooklyn again.

  And, yes, I’ve been counting the hours.

  So, sue me.

  I leave soccer practice in a bit of a daze.

  I confided in Cush earlier today. Told him about Brooklyn, and tried to get his advice. Tried to get him to tell me what the hell it means when a guy doesn’t call.

  He got irritated with me and told me he didn’t know.

  When I asked again after practice, because I am desperate for any shred of advice, he snapped at me and said, He’ll call when he wants to hookup again.

  Could he be right?

  We’ve never gone this long without talking to each other.

  Is he embarrassed to talk to me?

  Does he wish he hadn’t kissed me?

  Is he afraid I’ll think it’s more than it is, and this is his way of letting me know it?

  I march out to the black Range Rover I usually drive to school and see Vanessa leaning up against it.

  Vanessa never stays after school. And she’s alone.

  Which means she’s mad at me.

  I am so not in the mood to deal with her shit right now.

  “What the fuck was that about at lunch today?” she snarls at me.

  “Nothing. Cush and I sat at the table right next to ours. With his soccer team. They just chose him as Captain for next year. He wanted to do a little bonding and asked me to join him. Don’t blow it all out of proportion. It’s really not a big deal. ”

  She grabs my arm tightly. “Oh, but it is a big deal. And it is important. We have a reputation to uphold, and people are starting to wonder what’s going on with you. You know that, right? They don’t know what to think about your recent behavior. First, you break up with the prom king, and he’s so upset he dyed his hair! Then, you’re sneaking off with Cush in the middle of the day? He’s carrying you down the hall? Now today, you sit with the freaking soccer boys? I mean the lacrosse team, maybe, but soccer? Seriously? It looks bad. It looks like you aren’t part of our group anymore. Is that what you want? What are you thinking?”

  “Uh, I’m . . . not, really. ”

  “I’d say that’s pretty fucking obvious. Well, you’re lucky I’m thinking about it. You and Cush better get your asses to our lunch table tomorrow and stay there. I will not let you ruin us. Do you understand?”

  “I just don’t get what the big deal is. It was one day. ”

  “Instead of pondering that, why don’t you think about this? How are you going to feel if I tell everyone your relationship with Sander was a sham? How are you going to feel when I tell people that you’re probably really a lesbian, and that’s why you�
�ve never found a guy to fuck you. People will believe it. You are on the soccer team. ”

  I close my eyes, take a calming breath, and remind myself that school is almost out for the summer. Sit where you’re supposed to, and figure out later what you want to do about next year.

  “Fine. I’ll be there. ”

  She gives me a satisfied smile. “Very well. ”

  I get in the car and drive off.

  “God, I hate her. It’s bad enough she wants to tell people I’ve never done it, but a lesbian? Seriously? I hate her!” I yell to the ceiling of my car.

  When I get home, I don’t even bother to go in the house. I’m too pissed to be nice to anyone. I walk through the side gate, slam it shut, throw my shoes onto the sidewalk, and kick my way across the sand. I’m just past Brooklyn’s house when I notice Vincent sitting on the beach up ahead. His head is down, and his shoulders are slumped forward.

  I gently touch his shoulder. “Are you okay? Did you not get the house?” I quietly ask.

  “We’re still negotiating,” he says.

  I sit down in the sand next to him. “What’s wrong?”

  His eyes are brimming with tears. He shakes his head and barely gets out the words. “My grandmother passed away. ”

  I give his forearm a gentle squeeze. “Oh, Vincent, I’m so sorry! Were you really close?”

  He nods his head. “I didn’t have the best childhood. My mother, well, she was slutty. ” He frowns. “Slutty is a nice word compared to what she was. She was wild. Had me at sixteen. I never knew my father. Honestly, I don’t think she knew who my father was. She married five times between my being born and my turning twelve. Guys one through five were low-life scumbags. One beat her. And sometimes me. I hated her for it. The sixth husband was a major upgrade. She saw dollar signs, so even though he didn’t want a kid, she married him. Then she dropped me on Grandmother’s doorstep and left. ”

  “But that was good for you, right?”

  He smiles a little, but then he looks teary again. “It was very good for me. Grandmother was amazing, beautiful, a lady, and nothing at all like my mother. She was a film star in the early sixties. Back when stars were real stars. She was classy, glamorous, and always in full makeup. No running around in yoga pants and Ugg boots, you know?”

  “She sounds amazing. What was her name?”

  “Viviane Sharpe. ”

  “Oh my gosh. I know her! I mean, I know who she is, and I met her at the Academy awards when I was fourteen. She was in that timeless love story, From Here to Forever. It’s one of my mom’s favorites. She’ll be so sad to hear she passed away. ”

  “She respected your mom. ”

  “Really? Why?”

  “There are a lot of women in Hollywood that will do anything to get a role. Sleep with anyone. Take off their clothes for a few seconds of fame. She admired the fact that your mom has never done that. She requested your mom be the presenter when she was given the Lifetime Achievement Award. ”

  “Had she been sick?”

  “No, not at all. She had a massive heart attack and died in her sleep. ”

  I start to get tears in my eyes. I feel really bad for Vincent.

  “She’s why I wanted to buy a house here. ” He fills his hand with sand and watches it slowly trickle back onto the beach. “She and my grandfather met on this very beach. They had a whirlwind courtship, and he bought her a beach house as a wedding present. She said it was the happiest time of her life. She’s been a widow for more than twenty years, but he’s all she ever talked about. The house I’m trying to buy sits where they used to live. ” He tears up and chokes out, “Her birthday is next month. I wanted to surprise her with the house. ”

  I pull Vincent into a hug. “I’m so sorry. She would have loved it. When is the funeral?”

  He takes in a deep breath and composes himself. “She didn’t want a funeral. She left very specific instructions for me. He reaches down on the other side of him and pulls an urn I hadn’t noticed before out of the sand. “She wanted to be cremated and have her ashes spread here. Where she was the happiest in her life. That’s why I’m here. The lawyer told me it’s illegal to spread ashes on the beach now, but what am I supposed to do? It’s what she wanted, and I know I need to do it, but I’m not really ready to say goodbye to her yet. ”

  “I know losing her sucks, but she’s happy now. She’s in heaven with him,” I say, mimicking what my mom told me when Dad died. He’s is heaven, watching over you.

  He rakes his hands through his hair. “Yeah, I know. Still, I just wasn’t ready for this. She was only seventy-one. And she seemed so healthy. She could walk further on the treadmill than I can. ”

  “I know I keep saying it, but I’m sorry. I’ll help you if you want. Or I can go. Like, if you want to be alone. ”

  He grabs my arm like it’s a life raft, and he’s drowning. “No. Stay. Please. ” He smiles. “I think she’d like it. She was always trying to marry me off. She’d love to know that I did this with a girl. Especially you, being Abby’s daughter and all. ”

  He gets up off the sand and looks around. “I’ve never done anything like this before. When my mom died, I didn’t really care. Grandma had a funeral for her, but I refused to go. ”

  “What happened to your mom?”

  “She and husband six were killed in a mugging, they think. No one knows for sure what happened. ”

  He smiles a cold little smile. I think he’s glad about his mother’s fate. And who could blame him? Sounds like she didn’t treat him very well.

  I stand up next to him. “Should we say something?”

  “Would you?”

  “Um, sure,” I say, but I have no idea what to say, so I think about her classic movie. It was a movie about great love. The kind of love I dream about. The kind of love she wanted Vincent to find.