“We were both omitting facts.”
“However you want to spin it, sister.”
A customer approaches the counter, and we resume our roles as we work to get her out of the store so we can continue our conversation. Before Libby can cash her out, three other girls jump in line. This continues for the next hour or so. I’m dead on my feet, yawning every few seconds. I need more coffee, and as soon as the line is manageable, I tell Libby I’m heading to pick up a couple cups for the two of us.
When I return, Libby is nowhere in sight. I hear her giggling and then she appears from the dressing room area with Chester right behind her. I guess our conversation is over for now. I don’t plan on talking about Grant in front of him and I don’t think Libby will be telling me about Chester when he’s standing right next to her.
“Hey guys,” I say as I approach them, announcing my arrival so they know they’re no longer alone.
“Mads. Look who stopped by to say hello.”
I wave at Chester as he grins. Since meeting him last night, he’s only spoken a few sentences to me. I’m getting a wide variety of grins, however. I wonder if he’ll always communicate with me this way.
I hand Libby her coffee and she takes it, setting it on the counter next to her. Apparently she doesn’t need the caffeine high as much as I do right now. I pop the tab on my lid and take a sip, closing my eyes and enjoying the burn as it goes down.
“I’m going to head out. You two don’t have too much fun.” I wink at Libby and she raises her eyebrow at me. “You know what I mean.”
“I do, but I make no promises. I’ll call you later.”
People have flooded the sidewalk, walking from store to store. You can tell the tourists from the townies. It doesn’t take much. The tourists are walking slowly, looking all around them at the stores and the scenery. The townies are pushing their way through the crowd. I watch as it all unfolds around me. I’m a little bit of both and that makes me wonder which I resemble more.
Assuming the park will still be crowded, I start toward home, sipping my coffee. As I’m approaching the next block, the crowd in front of me parts and I’m surprised to find Grant standing in the middle of the sidewalk. People walk around him on either side, giving him irritated looks for being in their way.
“You know, you’re standing in my way,” I say as I stop a few feet in front of him.
“I was hoping,” he replies, a sexy smirk on his face.
“Why is that?” I counter, playing along with his game of words.
“Because that way you would stop and talk to me.” He sounds proud of himself for coming up with such a cleaver plan.
“Well, you see, a funny thing happened this morning,” I say as I start to walk around him but he falls in step with me effortlessly. “I sent a text to the number you gave me.”
“You did?” He doesn’t even pretend to sound surprised.
“Yes, I did. The person I text didn’t seem to know who I was, though. Why is that?” I ask, doing my best to sound confused.
“I have no idea.” I stop walking and look up at him, challenging him to keep pretending it wasn’t him. “Maybe the person you text was still trying to get over how lucky he was to taste your cherry lip gloss last night?”
“Since I only made out with one person last night—” Grant’s lips crush mine, cutting me off mid-sentence. I let him taste my vanilla gloss for a minute before I push him away and begin walking again.
“Vanilla. I like it,” he comments as he catches up with me. “Where are you headed, Madison?”
“I was going to hang out at the gazebo for a little while and then head home. What are your plans today?”
“I was hoping that I could join you and we could talk a little.”
“I think that can be arranged.” Grant slides his hand in mine and we continue down the now nearly empty sidewalk.
The park comes into sight and I immediately glance in the direction of the gazebo. Empty. In fact, the park seems to be deserted. Normally it would be packed with people, but everyone must be down at the festival. Grant and I are completely alone, not a sole in sight.
I take my seat on the bench facing the water and Grant takes a seat next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. Leaning into him, I rest my head in the crook of his neck and wait for him to start talking. I know that I should be the one to start the conversation, but I can’t bring myself to speak. I don’t want to ruin the perfection of the moment.
“So,” he finally begins, “I think we need to clear up any misconceptions that we may have of each other. I can go first if you want.” I nod my head slightly, giving him the go-ahead to start. “My name is Grant. I’m a senior in high school, but I take a class at the college to get extra credits. I live with my mother in a little house a few blocks from downtown. I like football and cherry lip gloss.”
I roll my eyes at Grant’s last comment. I know he can’t see me, but I do it anyway. “My name is Madison. I’m also a senior in high school. I just moved here from California where I lived with my father who is a Marine. I’ve lived a lot of places, but this place has always held a special piece of my heart. My grandma lived here for years and I use to visit her every summer. She passed away a few months ago, and I begged my father to stay here.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Madison. I’d like to get to know you a little better if that’s okay?” The serious tone he’s taking is causing me to giggle.
“Why are you being so silly, Grant? We’ve talked about all sorts of stuff since we met. What else is there to know?”
“Everything,” he replies, sounding sincere. I look up to find him watching the light dance on the waves. “I want to know everything there is to know about you, Madison.”
We sit in silence for a while. I want to tell him everything, all my secrets, but I wouldn’t know where to begin. My past is irrelevant to the present. The only thing that matters to me is what happens next and where we go from here.
As the sun is about to set, Grant finally breaks the silence. “What is your greatest fear, Madison?”
I don’t have to think about it. “Ending up like my mother.” My voice is barely above a whisper, the thought paralyzing me a little.
“What do you mean?”
I clear my throat, attempting to dislodge the lump that’s formed since bringing up my mother. “My mother had severe depression. She couldn’t deal with it and took her own life.” Grant doesn’t say anything. I wait a few more beats and still nothing. “What’s your greatest fear?”
“Ending up life my father.” He doesn’t elaborate and I don’t pry. I know he doesn’t like talking about his father, and if he’s anything like me, it hurts to think about him too.
Silence falls again. As soon as the sun has set, Grant walks me home, kisses me softly and leaves. My father is nowhere to be found when I walk into the house this time. I think that if he met Grant, he would approve. I should invite Grant to dinner next weekend. Maybe then my father would allow us to date. As of right now, I have no idea how to classify our relationship.
The lack of a title doesn’t bother me. I know that there’s no one else I want to hang out with, or kiss, or share my secrets with. I like Grant. More than I did yesterday and more than last week. I like him more than I should. I just need to make it three more weeks and then I can like him as much as I want. Twenty-one days and I can make my own decisions.
Let the countdown officially begin …
Chapter 10
Monday morning is a welcomed relief. My father stuck around the house all day yesterday and it took me some serious strategic planning to avoid him. Dinner was awkward. I wanted to ask if I could invite Grant to dinner next Sunday, but the moment never felt right. I doubt there will ever come a time when it will.
Libby is waiting by my locker for me, bouncing on her heels in anticipation as I approach. I give her a curious look, but she doesn’t seem to notice. She’s waving at me to hurry up. I didn’t sleep well so I’m n
ot moving any faster, no matter how much she may want me to.
“I want to know everything,” Libby screams as soon as I’m within earshot. People start to turn, wanting to know who she’s talking to. I used to get embarrassed when everyone would look at me, intrigued by Libby’s shouts. I’m over that now. They can look at me as curiously as they like.
“What does everything entail?” I ask as I struggle to open my locker.
“I want a full play by play of the entire weekend. We didn’t get enough time to talk on Saturday before Chester showed up. I need to know everything.” Her enthusiasm is a bit overwhelming.
“Why don’t you start by telling me more about Chester?” For the first time ever, I’m able to change the subject on Libby without her noticing.
She tells me as much as she can in five minutes while we walk to my classroom. With a promise to finish her story at lunch, a promise I know she’ll make good on, Libby sprints down the hall to attempt to get to her class before the tardy bell rings. Grateful for the reprieve at least for a few hours, I wave to Libby before she disappears around the corner. I’m going to need more coffee if I’m going to make it through the day.
I’m caught zoning out in my first two classes. I keep thinking about Grant and how comfortable I am around him. I replay our first kiss over and over again in my mind, and each time is just as good as the first. When my teachers call on me, I’m clueless as to what’s actually going on. I’m honest with them and tell them that I zoned out, apologize, and promise to focus. They shake their heads or roll their eyes and I pray that they don’t call on me again to see if I’m actually paying attention.
Libby finishes her story about Chester at lunch as Megan, Angie, and I listen intently. They are “official” according to Libby. When I give her an “I told you so” smile, she scrunches up her nose and throws a potato chip at me. I dodge it only to find a second chip already mid-flight that I’m unable to avoid.
“I was right, just admit it.”
“Okay, Mads. You were right. Are you happy now?” Libby sticks her tongue out, the fact that she had to admit it is obviously a sore spot for her.
“I am, thank you. The best part, though is that you are happy.” This causes a smile to form on her face, her cheeks turning crimson.
“So, tell me about Grant. You owe me details. I saw how you two were looking at each other at the concert. Just because I was focused on me doesn’t mean that I didn’t notice.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Megan’s head whip around. She was in the middle of a conversation with Angie when Libby’s voice caught her attention. I wonder if she knows Grant. Either way, the look on her face makes me less than enthusiastic to talk about him in front of her.
“I’ll talk to you about it later,” I say to Libby, motioning toward Megan with my eyes. Libby glances over my shoulder to where Megan is sitting and shoots me a look of understanding. “I’m going to sit outside and enjoy the sunshine before lunch is over. Want to come with me?”
“Sure. I’ll catch up with you in a minute.” Libby avoids eye contact with me as I gather my things and leave the table.
Waiting for her outside the cafeteria doors, Libby joins me a few minutes later, a look of satisfaction on her face. She smiles at me as she walks past, continuing down the hall and out the doors to the garden area. She picks the most secluded bench and takes a seat, dropping her bag on the ground by her feet.
“Want to tell me what the hell that was all about. If looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. What does Megan have against Grant?” I ask, cutting to the chase.
“Nothing. Except the fact that he continually turned her down every time she asked him out. He always told her that there was someone else, but since he’s been here, he’s never dated anyone. Megan still wants him, even though they have nothing in common. She’s just after his body, literally.”
“That, I didn’t need to know. Although, I can’t blame her. Is she going to act weird around me now?”
If I’m going to sit with her every day at lunch, I don’t want there to be tension. I’m not interested in being part of the drama. I’ve avoided it so far, and I’d like to continue to avoid it for as long as possible.
“Nope. I already put a stop to that.” The satisfaction in her voice matches the look she gave me a few minutes ago.
“What did you say, Libby?”
“Nothing mean, I promise. I just told her to get over it and move on. It’s been years. She’s been waiting for him to ‘come around’ as she puts it. It wasn’t going to happen before, and the fact that he’s dating you just put the nail in the coffin.”
“We’re not dating.”
“Sure you’re not. What would you call it?”
“I don’t know. We haven’t talked about it.”
“Maybe you should then.”
She has a point. We should probably clarify what we are to each other. I’m sure Megan isn’t the only girl that’s interested in Grant. If we’re going to be hanging out or whatever, I should probably ask him not to see other people.
I think about it for the rest of the afternoon as I attempt to focus in class. It’s no use. Until I talk to Grant, I won’t be able to stop thinking about it. I almost sent him a text but can’t decide how to phrase it. I don’t want to sound clingy. I’m not sure I have a right to be clingy at this point. That’s when I decided that it would be better to talk about it face to face.
Now to figure out what to say to him. How do I even bring it up? He’s going to think I’m crazy.
I need to talk to Grandma. I didn’t get the chance to tell her about Grant on Saturday because he showed up. There’s so much that’s happened that I want to tell her about, and as each day passes, more and more things are added to the list. I’m going to need to visit her on a regular basis at this rate. Maybe daily.
I drive straight to the park after school. There are a few people roaming around, so I grab my school bag and head to the gazebo to get some homework done while I wait for the place to clear out a little. I’m having a hard time focusing on my work because I’m thinking more about what I want to tell Grandma. Thankfully it doesn’t take long for people to gather their things and leave. The only person left in sight is an older man fishing and he’s far enough away that he won’t hear me talking.
“Hey, Grams. I just wanted to come down and check in with you. I hope you’re having a good time doing whatever it is you’re doing up there. I have a lot of stuff I want to tell you. Good and bad, of course, so I’m going to start with the bad. My father is out of control. He found a way to take the house from me. I hope he keeps it, but I have a feeling that he’s going to try and sell it. I’ve been trying to get a hold of Mr. Finch to see if there’s anything I can do to stop him, but he hasn’t returned my calls. He’s driving me crazy on top of that. He caught me hanging out with a guy, his name is Grant. He flipped out on me a little. I’ll be eighteen in a few weeks, yet he still wants to treat me like I’m a little girl.” I pause and take a deep breath. Talking to Grandma feels good, but I can also feel my emotion creeping in. I miss her. I feel like I’m alone in this world without her.
“Besides my father acting like a militant, everything else is pretty good. Grant is fantastic. You would like him. He’s sweet and funny. He makes me feel special. I’ve told him things that I’ve never told anyone else before. I don’t know what to call him, but I’m hoping that eventually I can call him my boyfriend. I’m going to talk to him tomorrow and ask him what we are. It feels like we’re dating, but I’ve never dated anyone before so I’m not sure.
“Not knowing and having to ask makes me look stupid, I know. It’s not my fault, though. I blame my father. He’s kept me locked away my whole life. I’m sheltered. You know I’m right. I’m just hoping that this is the only aspect of my life that he’s sheltered me in or else I’m in for a big surprise when I leave for college.”
A woman passes by the gazebo, jogging down the sidewalk. It looks like she’s liste
ning to music, but I pause just in case. I steal a peek at my phone to see that it’s getting close to dinner time. There’s so much more that I want to tell Grandma, but it’s going to have to wait until another day.
“I have to get going. I’ll be back soon, I promise. I love you, Grams.” I blow a kiss up to the sky before I pack up my bag and head home. I feel a little lighter after talking to Grandma, but there’s still a weight on my heart that I can’t explain.
My phone rings as I’m pulling in the driveway. A local number that I don’t recognize is on my display. I contemplate sending the caller to voicemail, but decide against it just in case it’s important.
“Hello?”
“Is this Madison Thompson?” a male voice asks.
“Yes. Who’s this?”
“Ms. Thompson, this is Mr. Finch. My secretary left me a note to call you today. Is this a good time to talk?”
A quick scan of the driveway tells me that my father isn’t home yet. “Yes. I have a few questions to ask, about the house and about my trust fund. Is there any way we can meet in person?”
“If you’d like to come down to my office tomorrow, I have some time in the morning. Does that work for you?”
“What time?”
“How about ten o’clock? Will your father be okay if you miss school?”
“I have class at the college tomorrow morning so it’s not a problem.” I can miss class this once. It’s for a good reason, but I’ll have to text Grant and let him know that I won’t be there so he doesn’t worry. I was hoping to talk to him tomorrow. Now it looks like it will have to wait.
After hanging up with Mr. Finch, I send a quick text to Grant and then head inside. Eloise has dinner waiting for me in the kitchen so I leave my bag on the stairs. I want to eat and disappear into my room to make a plan for tomorrow before my father comes home. I’ve never been good at hiding things from him. He’ll take one look at me and know that I’m up to something. I don’t want him to see this coming or I’m sure he’ll find a way to stop it before it can happen.
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