Chapter 2
“Girl, your sister is a piece of work,” Shawn declared as he slid into the bench seat across from me at the lunch table and set his tray down hard. Shawn Cole has been my friend since kindergarten, but as much as he liked me, he could never hide his aversion to my sister.
“What did she do now?” I asked, jamming a fork full of pasta salad into my mouth.
He rolled his eyes and complained, “Mr. McDonnell paired me up with Lony for our semester long chemistry project. We both know I get better grades than she does, but I just spent the last half hour having her dictate to me her ideas and how she insists we’re gonna do things. I refuse to be bossed around for the next sixteen weeks by the Cheerleader from Hell. Any advice for me on how to handle her?”
“Yes,” I replied, swallowing. “Pick your battles.”
“Thanks,” he muttered. Shawn set to work dissecting his cafeteria pizza until it was free of all veggie matter.
“Hi, guys,” Bronwyn said cheerfully, taking her usual seat by my side. Bronwyn Perkins was my other best friend. We met in the first day of junior high when we showed up wearing identical outfits. In many ways, Bronwyn was more like me than my own twin. We’re both quiet until you get to know us. We both love animals and work part-time at a local shelter. We listen to the same music, like the same books and think the same movie stars are cute. My high school career would royally suck without her.
“Shawn just found out that Lony is his partner for the chem term project,” I explained.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Bronwyn replied, patting his arm. There was no love lost between her and my sister either. Lony thought Bronwyn was a nerd of the highest caliber, and Bronwyn thought Lony was a spoiled brat. Both were right to a certain extent, but that didn’t mean I didn’t love them both.
My gaze trailed over to where Lony and her friends sat at the center table, clearly the loudest group in the room. If a bomb fell out of the sky and took only Lony’s table out, Dubuque Senior High would lose all of its varsity cheerleaders and most of the football team, leaving the marching band miraculously intact. At the moment, I could barely see my sister, because, Cane, had his muscular arms draped over her shoulders. They started dating almost a year ago, at the beginning of our sophomore year. Since then, Cane had become a regular fixture on our living room couch.
“Do you work tomorrow, Cady?” Bronwyn asked. She yanked the band out of her copper hair and began re-fixing her ponytail which had worked itself loose throughout the morning.
“Um, no. Dad’s moving, remember? Thought I’d give him a hand.” I bent my head down over my plate, blinking like crazy to keep the tears back. Actually, my father said he didn’t want my help. He planned to pay some guys from his construction crew overtime to load and unload boxes, but I didn’t think I’d be able to keep myself from pitching in. Maybe he’d let me do the unpacking at his new place. If left to his own devices, I could picture him living out of cardboard boxes for the next year.
Shawn shot Bronwyn a warning look and responded, “We’re sorry, Cady. We forgot. Are you okay? Wanna talk about it?”
“Not really,” I sighed. I set my fork down, having lost my appetite. My friends stared at me with concern. I know they just wanted to be there for me, but I really needed to get through this day on my own. “I think I’m going to take off. I want to stop by the library before literature.”
I stood up and carried my tray to the washing counter. As I passed by, I heard Lony’s trilling soprano erupt into a fit of giggles. How could she behave so normally today? Didn’t she care at all about our family falling apart? I took a deep breath. Of course she cares about our family, I reminded myself. She just deals differently, that’s all.
I trudged up one flight of stairs and turned into the library, bustling with students avoiding the humiliation of where to sit in the cafeteria. The library was always busy the first couple weeks of school.
I wanted to check out some books on the Russian royal family for my European History class. I had a vague idea of doing a Romanov family tree for my class project later in the semester. I jotted down the call numbers of two promising books from the computer catalog and set off for the stacks. After locating a large volume on Nicholas II, I stood in the aisle reviewing the table of contents.
Suddenly, someone rounded the corner of the shelves and ran right in to me. I let out a little shriek and dropped the heavy volume on my foot, sending a white flash of pain up from my toes.
“Damn! I’m so sorry!” the guy said, before muttering under his breath, “I’m such an idiot…”
I bent down to rub my toe and retrieve the book splayed open on the floor. I wanted to be annoyed with him, but I didn’t have the energy for it.
“Don’t worry about it,” I sighed. I carefully straightened the bent pages.
I didn’t recognize him, but with over two thousand students, and this being the first week of school, there were lots of new faces roaming the halls. He wore a black button down over a white Flobots t-shirt and black, faded jeans. Over his eyes were thick brows and a disheveled patch of black hair. He carried a worn backpack covered in sewed-on patches of indie rock bands. Realizing I was staring, my face flushed.
His shoulders were slumped, but I couldn’t tell if it was because I was so much shorter than him or if he just had poor posture.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I wasn’t okay, but my problems had nothing to do with my throbbing toe. “No, but I’ll live,” I replied dismissively. “What are you so into there that you couldn’t watch where you were going?” I gestured to his hand where he had a finger stuck in a book to hold his page.
He held up The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy with a guilty expression. “It’s stupid ‘cause I’ve read it like five times already….” His voice trailed off and he shifted his weight from foot to foot.
“Don’t panic,” I said.
His brows knitted together in question. “I’m not?”
I gestured to the book in his hand.
He grinned. “Oh, right! Don’t panic.” The boy was obviously pleased that I had read the book enough to quote from it, proving we were both card carrying members of the same nerd club.
His grin faded and his feet began doing the shuffling thing again. “Anyway… sorry to disturb you.” He pivoted and began walking away.
“Wait!” I called after him.
He stopped and looked over his shoulder at me. Light purple shadows lingered beneath his eyes and his mouth was tight.
“Are you okay?” I asked. “You seem…”
The corner of his mouth twitched into a half grin, “No, but I’ll live.”
As a sucker for all creatures in need, human, animal or insect, I decided to introduce myself. “I’m Arcadia Day. You can call me Cady…everyone does.”
“I know. You’re in my literature class. And your sister, Avalon, has chemistry with me. Pretty names.”
“Uh, thanks. I’m sorry, I never noticed you in lit, but don’t feel bad, I’m not very observant.” Duh! Why did I say that?
“No problem. I sit a few rows behind you. I recognized you a moment ago by the back of your head.”
I couldn’t help grinning. “So, considering I’m not so observant, and I obviously didn’t pick it up in class, are you going to tell me your name?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m Bryan Sullivan. I’m new. We moved to Dubuque this summer from Portland…the one in Oregon. Not Maine.”
“Well, I guess we’re both heading to lit, so if you’ll wait for me to check this out, I’ll walk to class with you.”
A spark of enthusiasm flashed in his eyes briefly before he stifled it in an effort to remain cool. He gave a quick nod. In a school as large as ours, it could be difficult to make friends.
The first bell rang as I finished at the checkout counter. Bryan waited by the door, staring at his sneakers.
“I have to stop by my locker, but it’s on the way,” I said. “Do you have your stuff for class?”
Bryan nodded and patted his backpack. “They gave me a locker way up on the fourth floor, so it’s easier if I carry most of my books with me.”
We pushed through the busy halls. The noise of the crowd around us didn’t make conversation very easy.
“So how are you fitting in?” I shouted. “Making friends?”
He shrugged. “My mom signed me up to play piano in the school jazz band. She thought it would help me to get to know some people. A few of the guys are cool, but we are in that talk-to-each-other-in-class-but-don’t-associate-outside-of-school phase.”
“Ah, I suppose it takes time,” I replied. “So you play the piano?”
“Started with lessons when I was four years old. I prefer the guitar, but the school already had plenty of guitar players, so piano it is.”
“That’s so cool! I always wished I could play an instrument.”
Lockers at our school are assigned by class and in alphabetical order, which means Lony’s locker is right next to mine. She and Cane were leaning against the doors of both, staring googley-eyed at each other and blocking my access when I approached.
“Do you think you can go scrog somewhere else? I need to get into my locker.”
Cane gave a Neanderthal-like grunt and Lony stuck her tongue out at me, but they did scoot over. Bryan waited by my side as I swapped my books out. Lony’s eyes did a double take when she noticed the boy was actually with me, but Cane steered her off toward their next class before she could say anything. Thank you, Jock Boy.
I swung the metal door closed and spun the lock. “Ready?” I asked with a nervous smile.
“So, you and your sister…you’re twins, right?” Bryan asked as we walked.
“Yeah.”
“I almost didn’t notice. You don’t seem much alike.”
“I know. We’re actually identical, but you’re right…we don’t have a lot in common.”
“Is she taller than you?”
“No. Lony just never leaves the house without wearing at least a three-inch heel. She’s kind of a slave to fashion.”
I looked down at my worn jeans and gray hoodie. And I’m obviously not.
The halls were beginning to empty out as students made their way into their classrooms.
“We also have a brother who’s a senior here, Aaron. Do you have brothers or sisters?”
“No.” He shook his head, “It’s just me.”
We stepped into class as the final bell rang. I slid into my desk, but glanced over my shoulder to see where Bryan sat. He gave me a melancholy grin as he rooted in his bag for a pen.
Ms. Crowell paced a circuit around the room while lecturing about the religious beliefs of ancient Greece. We were reading the Sophocles play Antigone.
I couldn’t focus on Antigone and her family problems; I had enough of my own. I rested my chin on my fist and pretended to pay attention. I didn’t want to dwell on my home life so my thoughts drifted to Bryan Sullivan. I tried to ignore the fact that he was sitting behind me, one row over, with me in his direct line of sight. I’ve always been a tad bit paranoid of being watched and knowing he was back there had me on edge. Instead, I tried to figure out why he seemed so distressed. Those shadows beneath his eyes were a clear indicator of lack of sleep. Maybe he hated living in Dubuque. I could certainly understand depression at moving to Iowa after living in a big city like Portland. Maybe he got in a fight with his parents and didn’t sleep well the night before. Maybe he got in a fight with his girlfriend…or maybe he had to break up with his girlfriend because of the distance, and now his heart was shattered into a million pieces.
My day dreaming followed this line of thought. Bryan was an attractive guy. Well, okay, he was hot. He didn’t have the traditional super-jock good looks that Cane had, and he didn’t dress like a GQ model like Shawn, but there was definitely a magnetic quality in Bryan that made it hard to look away. If he smiled a little more and got some rest, he could easily be one of the best looking guys in school. It made total sense that a guy like him would have a girlfriend. What would she be like? I couldn’t see him with a popular fashionista like my sister. Bryan had a sense of mystery about him, or maybe it was intelligence. He’d want a girl with those same qualities. An artist maybe?
Ms. Crowell’s voice wrenched me out of my head suddenly by asking me something. I sat up straight and tried to recall the question. I opened my mouth to speak, but honestly, I had nothing.
When it became clear to everyone I hadn’t been paying attention, Ms. Crowell scolded, “I’m not sure where you were just now, Miss Day, but I’d appreciate it if you re-joined the class.”
A few snickers crackled around the room. The teacher strolled down the aisle and called on someone else. I sat up straighter and began taking notes to keep my mind on the lecture.
By the time the bell rang, I’d successfully put Bryan Sullivan out of my mind. I closed my notebook and gathered my things slowly. My last class of the day was French, located in the classroom just across the hall. I didn’t need to go to my locker, so I waited for everyone else to file out before getting up to leave.
“Cady,” Bryan’s voice called from behind me. He stood with his backpack slung over his shoulder. “Where are you off to now?”
“French. Right across the hall. What about you?”
“Photography,” he answered. Yeah, I figured him for the artsy type. I could totally picture him holed up in a dark room poring over black and white stills of decaying buildings.
We both stood there awkwardly for a moment. A couple of students for the next class entered the room and sat down. “Well, I guess we better get going then,” I said.
When we stepped into the hallway, Bryan stopped me again. “Thank you. For talking to me, I mean.”
I shrugged. “No problem. It must be hard going to a new school.”
“Yeah…um…” His voice trailed off and he suddenly had trouble meeting my eyes.
I waited, not knowing if he just paused, or if he decided to stop talking.
“What?” I prompted.
He opened his mouth to speak again, but the bell rang. “I’m going to be late. I’ll see you Monday.”
Bryan jogged off down the hall and rounded the corner. What a strange guy, I thought.
“Mademoiselle Day?” Madame Deveraux called to me from the door of her French class. “Entrez vous?”
I nodded and ducked inside.