by Meg Cabot
And then when I opened my eyes, I noticed the car that just pulled into the Gull ’n Gulp’s parking lot.
The car with a very surprised-looking Sidney van der Hoff behind the wheel.
Fourteen
My parents were still awake when I got home. Apparently, they’d waited up especially for me.
“Hi, honey,” Mom said, lowering the copy of Realtor Magazine she was reading in bed, while my dad flipped around the various ESPN channels, looking for the scores to the golf game. “How was your day?”
“Um.” I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer that question. Also, I was still in a sort of daze from Tommy Sullivan’s kisses. And what had happened right after he’d kissed me. “Fine.”
Well, what else was I going to say? Not so good, Mom. I broke up with the guy I’ve been seeing secretly behind my boyfriend’s back and started making out with another guy—one the whole town hates and who I think is trying to ruin my life.
Only my best friend caught me, so now he doesn’t have to bother.
“Sidney called,” my dad said, not taking his gaze from the television screen. “Twice.”
“Oh,” I said. “Thanks.”
“Why is she calling on the house phone?” Dad wanted to know. “Did you forget to charge your cell phone again?”
“Um,” I said. “Yeah.” No point in telling him the truth—that I’d been sending all of Sidney’s calls straight to voice mail ever since she’d started phoning, approximately three seconds after she’d bugged out in the parking lot, after seeing Tommy Sullivan and me making out on top of his car.
Seriously, she hadn’t even said a word. She’d just thrown her Cabriolet into reverse, then peeled out at top speed.
Then immediately started calling me.
But if Sidney thought I was actually going to pick up, she had another thing coming, that was for sure. Not because I’d gone back to making out with Tommy, but because I’d immediately realized the folly of what I’d been doing and had pushed him away, leaped from the hood of his car, and raced for my bike.
“Katie,” he’d said, coming after me.
“Go away!” I’d yelled, fumbling with my bike lock. It’s hard to work a combination when your fingers are shaking as hard as mine were.
“Katie.” Tommy leaned against the emergency generator, looking down at me. “Come on. We’ve got to talk.”
“No way,” I’d said. I was furious to note my voice was shaking, too. What was wrong with me? I mean, I know I like kissing boys and all. But Tommy Sullivan? “Do you have any idea who that was? Any idea at all?”
“It was Sidney van der Hoff,” Tommy said. “I know, I saw her yesterday on the beach with you over at The Point, remember?”
“Right.” I’d finally gotten the chain off. “And in about five seconds flat, the entire town is going to know that I was making out with you in the parking lot at the Gull ’n Gulp.”
“Well, maybe it’s all for the best,” Tommy had had the nerve to say. “I mean, it’s not as if you and Seth were about to win any couple-of-the-year awards, anyway.”
“But I didn’t want him to find out this way!” I’d raged.
“Maybe Sidney will keep it to herself,” Tommy had said.
“Oh, right! What are you talking about? She’s Sidney van der Hoff!”
“Yeah, but isn’t she your best friend?” Tommy had looked insufferably calm about the whole thing. “I thought best friends had each other’s back.”
“She’s Sidney van der Hoff!” I’d yelled again. Did he not get it? We were dead.
Correction: I was dead. Nobody was going to think anything about him kissing me. The fact that I’d been kissing him, though? Everyone was going to hate me. I wouldn’t have a single friend left in the whole town.
What a way to start my senior year.
“This is what you wanted all along, wasn’t it?” I’d snarled at him as I’d yanked my bike out of the rack. “This is why you came back. To get back at me, by ruining my life!”
“What?” He’d had the nerve to let out an incredulous laugh. “Are you serious?”
“Of course I’m serious! And now you’re just going to leave, aren’t you? You never intended to stick around, once you’d done your damage, did you? Don’t even try to deny it, Tommy.”
He’d just shaken his head. “Katie, what are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about!” I’d jammed my bike helmet onto my head. “God, I can’t believe I was so stupid. I can’t believe I let you do that to me!”
“Do what to you?” Tommy had demanded, starting to look angry. “I don’t recall doing anything to you. You were kissing me back. And pretty enthusiastically, I might add.”
I’d been so furious, I hadn’t even been able to reply. I’d just started pedaling. I’d nearly skidded on the gravel going past him, but recovered myself at the last second and tore off, with Tommy yelling, “Katie! Wait!” after me.
I’d thought I’d lost him. I mean, I pedaled hard.
But at the stop sign just before Post Road, I realized he was following me. Following me. Ostensibly to make sure I got home all right, the way he had the night before.
But who knows if that had even been his motivation? Maybe he’d just ridden along behind me to make sure what he’d done to me had really sunk in. Maybe he’d just wanted to make sure his humiliation of me was complete.
It had certainly seemed like it when I’d skidded into my driveway and he’d pulled up alongside the yard and actually gotten out of the Jeep, saying, in an impatient voice, “Katie. This is stupid. You’re overreacting. Katie, wait—”
But I’d just dropped the bike—instead of dragging it into the garage—and gone, “Leave me alone!” in a voice I hoped was dramatic enough to wake up Mrs. Hall from next door. Hopefully she’d call the police. Getting arrested was the least that Tommy deserved.
Then I’d run inside the house.
Where I’d found my parents calmly reading and watching television.
“How did Quahog Princess rehearsal go?” Mom asked brightly.
“Fine,” I said. Was Tommy still outside? Or had he driven away? What did he want from me, anyway? I mean, really?
And where had he learned to kiss like that?
“Honey,” Mom said curiously. “Are you all right?”
I tore my gaze from the television screen I’d been staring unseeingly at. “What? Yeah, I’m fine. I said I was fine.”
“You don’t look fine,” Mom said. “You’re flushed. Doesn’t she look flushed, Steve?”
My dad looked at me. “She looks flushed.” Then he looked back at the TV, where Tiger Woods was accepting an award for something.
“I’m not flushed,” I said. “I’m fine. I’m just tired. I’m going to bed. I have a big day tomorrow.”
“Don’t we all,” Mom said, shaking her head. “You with the pageant, Liam with Quahog tryouts. And Daddy and I have three showings! It’s going to be quite a day!”
She had no idea. Especially when news got out about who I’d been macking with in the Gull ’n Gulp’s parking lot.
I just hoped Mom and Dad’s business wouldn’t suffer. I mean, the real estate bubble has pretty much burst, even in resort towns like Eastport. If word gets out that the only daughter of the owners of Ellison Properties was seen consorting with Tommy Sullivan, their listings will only drop off even more.
Sleep that night was impossible, of course. The one time I really needed it, too, in order to look good for the pageant. I just couldn’t nod off. I laid there all night, unable to stop thinking about what had happened. Not even so much the part where I’d seen Sidney’s face, looking so surprised behind her steering wheel, either. But the part where I’d made out with Tommy Sullivan.
And I’d liked it.
I’d really, really liked it.
How was such a thing even possible? I mean, Tommy was just the guy against whom I’d always competed in school for top of the class…a guy who, beca
use of that competition, eventually became (sort of) a friend. Not a friend I’d ever told my real friends (such as Sidney) about. But a friend just the same.
A friend I had horribly, terribly betrayed.
And okay, he’d grown into a total hottie.
But that didn’t excuse the fact that I’d basically thrown myself at him.
And yeah, I know there’d been two people in that parking lot. But let’s face it, I’d been the only one flirting. You need to look out, Tommy. I don’t want them to hurt you, Tommy. And stroking his arm hair? Oh my God, I make myself sick. What is wrong with me?
Except that it wasn’t entirely my fault. I mean, maybe it was my fault that we’d started kissing. But he’s the one who kept me wanting to kiss him. He hadn’t had to kiss me so…satisfactorily. I mean, to the point that I couldn’t stop kissing him. That was entirely his fault. No guy should kiss a girl like that. Not unless he knows what he’s getting himself into.
Which I’m betting the full amount I owe on my Leica that Tommy didn’t.
Unless he did. Unless the reason it had seemed as if he’d practiced that kiss was because he had. Not like on another girl or a pillow, or whatever, but in his mind. Because that’s what it had seemed like. That Tommy Sullivan had kissed me like that before, only in his imagination.
But that’s crazy. Tommy Sullivan hadn’t spent the past four years since I’d last seen him thinking of me. I will admit I have a high opinion of myself, but it’s not that high.
No, Tommy Sullivan was just a really, really good kisser.
And it’s a good thing the only reason he’s interested in me is because he wants to get me back for what I did to him in the eighth grade. Because if he were seriously into me, I’d be in big trouble. I mean, he’s smart, he’s hot, he knows I hate quahogs and he doesn’t hold it against me, and he follows along behind me when I ride my bike at night to make sure I get home safe…could there be a more perfect guy?
Oh my God. I can’t believe I just thought that about Tommy Sullivan.
And what was all that stuff he’d said about me being afraid to break up with Seth because I don’t like admitting I’d made a mistake? Could any theory be more ridiculous?
And not like myself? Not like myself? I LOVE myself! I’m running for Quahog Princess, aren’t I?
Obviously, with stuff like that batting around in my head, sleep was impossible. Well, virtually. I guess I must have dozed off at some point, because when I opened my eyes again, bright sunlight was streaming through my windows…
…and Sidney van der Hoff was standing at the side of my bed, leaning over me and going, “Katie. Katie. Wake up. Wake up.”
I sat bolt upright, got a head rush, and flopped back down with a groan.
“God,” Sidney said, plopping down onto the bed beside me. “What is the matter with you? You look like total warmed-over quahog casserole. Is that zit cream on your face or…oh, it’s just toothpaste. God. Bathe much?”
“Sidney.” I longed to smush a pillow over my face. But I couldn’t. Because doing so wouldn’t make her go away. Or change what was about to happen. “About last night. What you saw…”
“Yeah, really,” Sidney said. She was wearing her stick-straight hair back in a white headband. She had on a freshly pressed white collared shirt, and jeans with pink sequins sewn along the pockets. On her shoulder was a pink Marc Jacobs hobo bag, and on her feet, pink flip-flops. Since this, for Sidney, was remarkably casual, I wondered where she was going. Or was this just the outfit she picked out for dumping her best friend? “I called you, like, fifty million times. Didn’t you get any of my messages?”
“I turned my phone off,” I said crankily. “Who let you in here, anyway?”
“Liam,” Sidney said, looking down at her cuticles. “On his way to Quahog tryouts. I’ve never seen anyone so excited. So. Are you going to tell me what that was about last night, or do I have to pry it out of you?”
“Sidney,” I said. How was I going to lie my way out of this one? I really didn’t think there was a single way I could work this where I didn’t come out looking like a girl who’d cheated on her boyfriend with his mortal enemy.
If you could call kissing cheating, which, technically, I’m starting to be pretty sure it is. Sort of.
But before I could say anything, Sidney went on, “I only cruised by the Gulp last night because Dave was at his grandma’s, and I figured you’d be hanging with Seth in his truck, and I wanted to see if you guys’d be into grabbing something from the DQ. I didn’t think I’d find you in a liplock with some other guy.”
I couldn’t help it. I grabbed a pillow and smushed it over my face. That was how great my shame was.
Although I’m not sure shame is the right word for it. Because Sidney’s use of the word liplock brought the memory flooding back of how Tommy’s lips had felt on mine. I could feel myself starting to blush. Not because I was embarrassed that she’d caught us, but because of how much I’d really, really liked it.
“I’m sorry,” I wailed into the pillow. “I don’t know what came over me! It was like I couldn’t help myself! He’s just so…cute! I mean, you’re the one who issued a hottie alert for him!”
To my surprise, Sidney didn’t even attempt to deny this. Which is astonishing, since she’s way concerned about her street cred, even if the only streets she ever ventures onto are the ones right here in Eastport…and Fifth Avenue in the city, of course, but only between 56th (Bendel’s) and 50th (Saks).
“Did I harsh on you?” Sidney wanted to know. “No. I fully understand. But what are you going to do about Seth? He’s gonna find out. I mean, this is a small town.”
I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly, so I removed the pillow, just to be sure. “Wait,” I said. “Did you just say you understand?”
“Of course I do,” Sidney said with a sniff. “That boy is a fine, fine example of the modern American male. How could you possibly have resisted? I wouldn’t have been able to myself.”
My heart warmed. Suddenly, I felt fonder for Sidney than I ever had in all the many years of our friendship. It’s true she’s super judgmental, totally shallow, and a huge gossip.
But she can also be the coolest of buds. Like the time I entered that photo contest in Parade Magazine, and I didn’t win, and she took me to Serendipity in the city and split a frozen hot chocolate with me and didn’t once point out—as some people might have—that maybe the reason I didn’t win is because I don’t like or understand myself. Nor did she once mention how many calories we were consuming.
And now this.
“Oh, God,” I said, relief coursing through me like cool water after a long bike ride on a hot day. “Sidney, you have no idea—I can’t tell you how worried I’ve been. I was up all night freaking out over what you were going to say—”
“Are you joking?” Sidney looked shocked. “Why would I care who you mack with in your spare time? To tell you the truth, I’m a little relieved. I mean, it’s nice to see you’re actually human, for a change.”
I blinked at her. “What are you talking about?”
“Well, sometimes it’s like you’re perfect, or something.”
Now I was gaping at her. “What?”
“Well, it’s true. I mean, you’re disgustingly good at everything…school, the photography thing. Everybody likes you…even parents. You don’t drink, you don’t smoke. You don’t even put out. And in spite of that, Seth hasn’t dumped you yet.”
I felt a little less warm toward her. “Gee,” I said. “Thanks, Sidney.”
She shrugged. “Whatever. I’m just telling it like I see it. Except for the whole motion-sickness thing, you’re like Little Miss Perfect. Although, you know, better not let Seth find out about Mr. Football Camp, or he’ll flatten the guy’s face. And that would just be a waste. Now come on, get up. We’ve got hair and nail appointments at Spa-by-the-Sea, remember?”
But instead of getting up, I just stared at her. “Mister…what did you call him?�
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“What?” Sidney had got up from my bed and gone to look at her reflection in the mirror over my vanity table. “Mr. Football Camp? Isn’t that how you met him? You said he’s some guy Liam went to football camp with. Oh my God, is that a blackhead? Oh, no, just a mascara fleck. Thank God. Hurry up, Katie.”
Fifteen
She didn’t know. I couldn’t believe it. But she really didn’t know.
Well, why would she? She’d seen me macking in the Gull ’n Gulp parking lot with a guy I’d told her had gone to football camp with my brother. Of course she didn’t know that guy was really Tommy Sullivan.
Because the last time Sidney had seen Tommy Sullivan, he’d been a foot shorter and…well, not hot. And because I had lied to her about his true identity at the beach the other day.
Once again, I was caught up in a tangle of my own lies.
But that didn’t mean I was about to fill Sidney in on the facts of the matter. I mean, I’m not stupid. If she believed the guy she’d seen me with was just some random dude we’d seen at The Point, who was I to disabuse her of that notion? It worked for me.
And, okay, I knew at some point she was going to figure it out. If Tommy hadn’t been lying about enrolling at Eastport High, Sidney was totally going to realize who he really was when school started.
And, yeah, she was going to be mad at me for lying.
But maybe I could get out of it somehow. Maybe I could be like, “Oh, wait, that guy? Oh, yeah. That’s Tommy Sullivan. I thought you meant that other guy….”
Yeah. Okay. Probably not. I was screwed.
But until Sidney figured it out, I was just going to go with it. Because I had way too much other stuff to worry about than the fact that my best friend thought I would french some guy I barely knew on the hood of his car in a parking lot.