The Keatyn Chronicles: Books 1-3: (Stalk Me, Kiss Me, and Date Me)

by Jillian Dodd

  Tommy leans back in his chair and takes a big puff of his cigar. “So are you excited for the party?”

  “Of course I am! And Brooklyn is coming as my date, so it’s kinda a big deal.”

  “Why is it a big deal? You’ve been with him all summer.”

  “You know that, but my friends from school don’t really know that. Like they expect me to be with Cush.”

  “High school drama?” James asks.

  “Hopefully not,” I reply.

  Mom and I are sitting in her huge travertine bathroom getting our makeup done. My hair has been blow out, flattened, then teased at the crown for a bit of a retro look. My finger and toenails have been painted a gorgeous pale peach, and my makeup looks simple and natural.

  It’s amazing how much makeup it takes to look perfectly natural.

  Kym wanted me to look beach-kissed. Lots of peaches and bronzes, which will look really pretty with my cream-colored, scalloped Herve Leger dress.

  I love my dress. It’s both sinfully sexy and little-girl flirty.

  The strapless neckline is scalloped, and the dress fits tight through the bodice and down to my hip, then there is a flirty little flounced skirt that hits mid-thigh. I feel very sexy in the dress and can’t wait for Brooklyn to see me in it.

  And then there are the shoes.

  Oh, how I love these shoes.

  Nude-colored, satin, platform, t-strap sandals that are embellished with what looks like a vintage jeweled choker and a big ribbon tie at the ankle.

  The makeup and hair stylists leave and I’m ready to head back to my room.

  “Keatyn, wait. Tommy and I want to give you a present.”

  Tommy walks out of their closet with a small wrapped package in Tiffany & Co.’s iconic robin’s egg blue paper.

  I unwrap the box and look inside. “Wow! These earrings are gorgeous!”

  “Tommy thought we should get you something timeless, so he chose the gold and diamonds. I thought we should get you something fun, so we settled on these. Do you like them?”

  I hug her tightly. “Mom, of course I love them. They’re incredible, really. I don’t know if I can wear something like this. These suckers look like the earrings you see at the Academy Awards.”

  Tommy quips, “Well, baby, you don’t have to worry about security. People are gonna think the President is in town.”

  “Do you really think you still have to worry, Mom?”

  “We’re just not taking any risks, honey. James has it all taken care of. Don’t worry about it. You just have fun at your party!”

  I put the earrings on.

  “I knew they would look perfect with that dress,” Mom says.

  I hug them both again then twirl around.

  “Do you think I look okay?”

  “You look gorgeous, honey. I can hardly believe you’re seventeen. It seems like just yesterday I was holding you in my arms.” Mom starts to get misty-eyed.

  “I want to go show Brooklyn my dress before Vanessa and everyone get here.”

  “He’s in the living room with James.”

  “Tommy, would you tell him to go in my room? I want to surprise him.”

  “Will do,” Tommy says as he saunters out of the room, looking handsome as usual in a charcoal suit and black shirt.

  “We have another surprise for you tonight,” Mom whispers.

  “I don’t need anything else, Mom. These earrings are plenty. Plus the party. I’m sure it’s costing a lot. I’m sorry I asked for so much. I think I got a little carried away.”

  “Keatyn, I think it’s fine you got a little carried away. It’s your seventeenth birthday. Lots of kids here have parties like this every year. This is the first big party we’ve ever had. And you never go crazy shopping. Although I swear you have more bikinis and shoes than anyone I know. Just enjoy it, okay. Forget about all the security, eat cake, and dance all night with your friends.”

  “I will. Thanks, Mom, for everything.”

  Mom nods as I run down the hall, through the entry, and back to my wing of the house.

  I take a deep breath and open my bedroom door, expecting to dazzle him.

  “That dress is awfully short,” he says.

  “I, um—does that mean you don’t like it?”

  “I mean, you look nice. Is it maybe a little skanky?”

  “No! It’s longer than the one you picked for me to wear to dinner the other night, and it was very expensive.”

  “I’m sure it was. Those the amazing shoes?”

  I hold up my foot, so he can see the shoes up close. “Yes, aren’t they adorable?”

  “What’d they cost?”

  I sigh. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “So, I just realized I forgot my wallet. I’m gonna run down to the house and grab it.”

  “Okay,” I say, holding back tears.

  Is it bad that I’m half wishing he’d just stay at his house? He was supposed to be dazzled by my dress, not think I look like a skank.

  The boy who likes all of me.

  8:10pm

  Although I had fun hanging out with Vanessa and RiAnne at the hotel, I’ve been avoiding them a little the last few days on purpose. I had such an amazing, stress-free summer. I just didn’t want it to end. I’ve been pretending that I could just incorporate Brooklyn and all his friends into my life, and that everyone would be happy and get along.

  I’ve been pretending that my life could be perfect.

  That I could have it all.

  But I’ve been lying to myself, I realize, as my two formerly separate lives come crashing together right before my eyes.

  And it has nothing to do with Vanessa and RiAnne not accepting Brooklyn, and everything to do with the boy who just walked through my front door.

  Cush.

  When I opened the door, he gave me a grin so big I could see those dimples. Then he stood there and stared at me.

  “You look amazing, Keatyn.”

  I stared back, because I couldn’t seem to move. I could only stand there and look at him.

  After a few awkward moments, he takes a step toward me, wraps me in a big hug, and kisses both my cheeks. Then he gently pushes me away from him and looks me up and down again.

  “I’ve missed you,” he says sincerely. “And I owe you a big apology. The stuff I said, blaming you for what Mandy did. I was upset. Not thinking straight. I’m really sorry. I know it wasn’t your fault.”

  “I still think it was kind of my fault, but I completely accept your apology. I’m sorry for what I said too.” I smile and look him over. He looks different. “You’ve grown or something.”

  “I have grown. I’m almost six-two. And I didn’t have anything to do this summer besides work out, so I’ve bulked up.”

  I look at his shoulders. He’s always had a nicely toned body, but now he looks even more buff, and it looks very sexy on him. Part of me wants to drag him back to my room, rip off his shirt, and see those new muscles up close and personal.

  He looks around. “Am I the first one here?”

  I nod because I don’t know what else to say.

  He flashes me his sexy grin. “Good. I want you to open this now.” He opens the door back up, grabs a gorgeously wrapped present off the step, and hands it to me.

  I lead him into the living room, where we both sit down on the couch. I pull the bow off the package, rip the paper off, and read the box. “Golden Goose?”

  Did he really buy me Golden Goose?

  He shrugs, but his blue eyes twinkle with excitement. “Keep opening it.”

  I open the box and pull back the tissue. Nestled inside the box are the most gorgeous brown cowboy boots I have ever seen.

  “Since we’re doing our own thing this year, I thought you should have some boots that wouldn’t try to kill you,” he says sweetly.

  Tears immediately spring to my eyes as I remember the day he carried me to the locker room. The day he unbuckled my shoes and rubbed my feet.

  I lean in a
nd kiss him.

  Right on the lips.

  “God, I missed you,” he says, then kisses me deeply again.

  “I missed you too,” I say, suddenly realizing that I have.

  He holds my chin in his hand and looks sincerely at me. “You’re kissing me. Does that mean you’re done with the surfer? That you’re ready to have a great year together?”

  “I, um, I told you he’s my date for the party.”

  “Keatyn, you don’t kiss someone like that if you’re in love with someone else.”

  He slowly caresses my face, tells me how much he missed me, and how bored he was this summer without me.

  But I’m sort of lost in my own thoughts.

  This party was supposed to be about bringing my worlds together, but Brooklyn doesn’t seem to want any part of my world.

  He only wants me when I’m in his.

  And if I’m really honest and thinking with my head instead of my heart, I’m pretty sure we don’t have a relationship. That this summer meant a lot more to me than it did to him. How can you tell a girl that you love her and that it’s cool that you can chill together in the same breath? And how do you tell her that right after sex? How could you even consider not going to the birthday party of the person you are supposed to love?

  I stare into Cush’s gorgeous blue eyes.

  Cush.

  The boy who likes all of me.

  The girl who likes to dress up as much as she likes to be casual. The girl who likes to go to expensive restaurants just as much as she likes shacks on the beach. The girl who is as happy getting a pedicure in a posh spa as she is running her toes through the sand. The girl who likes to kick ass on the soccer field, but still likes to have the car door opened for her.

  Cush is excited about school because he wants both of us to be everything we are, not what people think we should be. The boots he gave me are exactly like who I want to be. An expensive brand, but comfortable and casual. They totally symbolize me.

  Actually, they symbolize us.

  Everything we could be.

  Together.

  He kisses me again, and I feel like I’ve finally figured out exactly where I belong.

  “Out of all the things you could’ve gotten me for my birthday, what made you pick these boots?”

  “I know how you love your shoes. Look at these gorgeous shoes you have on tonight.” He runs his hand down my leg, grabs my ankle, and appreciates my shoes. “I thought these boots looked like you. They’re classy and expensive, but still comfortable and carefree. I know it's probably not appropriate for me to say this, but I want you to know. I didn’t even kiss another girl this summer. I still love you, Keatyn. I really do.”

  We lean our heads together and his lips find mine. His kiss is soft and sweet, but there’s fire behind it.

  And I can’t help it. I want to feel the burn.

  “I asked Brooklyn to be my date tonight,” I say softly.

  “I know. I wasn’t allowed on Facebook over the summer, but I checked it today. I heard you’ve been pretty unplugged this summer, but I thought if you were going out with him you would’ve posted it.”

  I start to get tears in my eyes again and shake my head.

  “We’re not going out. We’re just . . . I don’t know. He says he loves me one minute, and acts like what we have is just chilling the next. He didn’t want to come to my party. I had to guilt him into coming.”

  He runs his hands down both my arms slowly and ends up holding both my hands. “Keatyn, I wouldn’t have missed your party for anything.”

  I smile at him and try to push back happy tears. “I know.”

  He breaks out his naughty Cushman grin and says, “So, you’re single. I’m single. Let’s mingle.”

  I laugh. He always makes me laugh.

  The front door swings open and Brooklyn walks in.

  I stand up quickly, knowing I look like Gracie does when she gets caught sneaking Hershey’s kisses out of the pantry.

  Brooklyn walks in the living room and sits down in the chair across from the couch Cush and I were just kissing on.

  “Found my wallet,” he says, holding it up in the air.

  Yes. This is awkward.

  “Um, Brooklyn, so this is Cush.”

  Brooklyn’s eyes can’t hide his recognition of Cush’s name. The boy I lost my virginity to.

  Cush stands up and puts his hand out to shake Brooklyn’s. He’s such a gentleman. “Nice to meet you,” he says. “I’ve been hearing all about your summer.”

  Although he is looking straight at Brooklyn, I know his comment was meant for me. Reminding me that although the summer was great, it’s not really shaping up the way I thought it would. That he still loves me. That he wants to go out with me. That Brooklyn hasn’t asked me to go out with him all summer long.

  “It was pretty great,” Brooklyn says.

  Then there’s an awkward silence as the boys stare at each other.

  I have no freaking idea what to say.

  Um.

  Um.

  What should I say?

  I swear, every useful, random thought has left my brain. All I can think about are the two boys who are now sitting in front of me.

  About how I’ll have to choose.

  About how I’m pretty sure I already have.

  Thankfully, Mom and Tommy walk in.

  “Brandon,” Mom says just as the doorbell rings. “I think you’ve grown this summer.”

  “I’ll get it!” I say, a little too enthusiastically.

  I’ve been praying Vanessa and RiAnne would show up soon. They are good at stealing the spotlight.

  But instead, I open the door and see Sander.

  “Sweetheart, happy birthday,” he says, laying kisses on both my cheeks.

  Ohmigawd, what was I thinking? All three of the boys I’ve dated, together in the same room? Why can’t I be like Vanessa? Love them and leave them?

  “Abby!” Sander gives my mom’s cheeks the same treatment.

  “Sander, honey, how is Grease going?” Mom says.

  Thankfully, Sander is very comfortable in the spotlight. We hear all about filming. More than any of us really wanted to know. He even shows us the new dance number for “Grease Lighting.”

  I pretend to be thoroughly enthralled by his rendition. I don’t even cringe when Mom starts doing it with him.

  I just try to think.

  What the hell am I going to do?

  Brooklyn was right. You can’t run away from your problems because eventually they come and find you.

  And apparently all of mine decided to show up tonight.

  I look at Tommy laughing as Mom dances. Mom says Tommy makes her a better person. That he encourages her to grow and laugh and live. That he’s always there for her. She says she loved my dad deeply, but that they had a more volatile relationship. That they could both be stubborn and would fight to get their way instead of working together. That he expected her movie career to take a backseat to his modeling. How when she had me, he suggested that she quit acting altogether. How they fought about her taking me on sets because he thought I wasn’t going to grow up normal.

  He might have been right, but I’m glad Mom won that fight. I would never change my childhood. All the stuff I got to experience. All the places I’ve been.

  Really, it was my stupid crush on the actor in High School Musical that caused all this. Caused me to want to go to high school. Caused me to question who I am.

  Damn Disney, and all their happily-ever-after, unrealistic, bullshit stories.

  I think back to my conversation with Grandpa this summer. When he asked me who I want to be.

  Who do I want to be?

  Mom says she and Tommy are a team. I don’t feel that way about Brooklyn and me. Brooklyn pretty much decides what’s cool and chill, and that’s what we do.

  Cush and I are a team.

  Sander finishes his dance and says to me, “Can I speak to you in private for a minute, sweetheart
?”

  My eyes get big, but I look down so no one notices.

  “Uh, sure,” I say and lead him back to my sitting room.

  “I have something important to tell you,” he says.

  Please, do not tell me you are in love with me, I plead with him telepathically. My brain may literally explode if you do, and that would not be a good way to start my birthday party.

  I can’t say what I’m thinking, so I just nod my head.

  “Look, I trust you. You know the movie industry, and I know you will understand and not be mad at me.”

  “Mad at you? What did you do?”

  “I lied to you.”

  “Lied to me about what?”

  He sighs, sits on my couch, and looks like he’s trying to get his courage up. “I don’t really want to wait until I get married.”

  Is he serious? Ohmigawd. I seriously might just faint. Is he saying he wants to sleep with me? Now?!

  “Oh,” I say, mostly because I can’t come up with anything else.

  “Any other guy would’ve had sex with you. You’re such a beautiful person, and you’re very sexy. I just wasn’t attracted to you.”

  What?!

  Oh, great!

  Happy fucking birthday, Keatyn. Just thought I’d let you know that I didn’t sleep with you because you aren’t attractive enough. Have a great day!

  “Oh,” I say again and lower my head. What the hell am I supposed to say to that?

  He lifts my chin up, so I am forced to look at him. “Sweetheart, I’m gay.”

  “What? No. Seriously?”

  “I’m pretty sure, yes. Actually, I know I am. I just can’t tell anyone. I’m afraid it would ruin my career. All those little teenyboppers that are gonna buy my posters would be crushed.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me? I thought I wasn’t sexy enough. I thought it was me!!”

  “Obviously, it wasn’t you. It was me. I’m really sorry about that. I’ve been going through a lot. Why do you think I always drank so much when I was with you? I was trying to pretend I wasn’t gay, but it’s who I am. And this is going to sound odd, but thank you. I knew if I wasn’t attracted to someone like you, I must be gay. I wasn’t trying to trick you or anything, and I really do adore you.”

  He wanted the perfect high school script just like I did. It didn’t matter that we were completely wrong for each other. I crushed on Brooklyn the entire time I was with him. I was just as fake as he was. Hard to condemn him for that.