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I don’t want to look at the faces of the people standing around who just heard that, but I can’t help it. A few of them look shocked. Others look amused. That creeper Mack leers at me in a way that makes my skin crawl.
Worst of all is the one face that remains impassive—Jonah Marks, only a few feet away, who must have heard every word.
Four
Once, when I was thirteen, the bloody string of my tampon somehow hung out from the edge of my swimsuit. Jackson Overstreet—who I thought was so cute, with his blond hair and blue eyes, the boy I hoped would be the first guy ever to kiss me—he saw the string, pointed it out to everyone at my friend Liz’s pool party, and laughed the loudest of all. Given how many people were shrieking in laughter at once, that was a hard competition to win. Jackson won it hands down. Since then I’ve believed that moment would probably be the single greatest public humiliation I’d ever feel.
Turns out it wasn’t even close.
I stand at the edge of Carmen’s yard by the tall wooden fence. The noise and light of the party are as far away as possible, which isn’t nearly far enough. What I want most is to leave. But to leave, I’d have to walk through the crowd, and I’m not ready to do that yet.
Footsteps in the grass behind me make me cringe. When Arturo comes up beside me, though, his smile is kind. “You all right?”
This is Arturo; I can’t lie to him. “If ‘mortally embarrassed’ counts as all right. ”
“Don’t be like that. Everybody gets a little crazy in the sack once in a while, you know? I could tell you a few stories, if Shay wouldn’t kill me afterward. ”
I give him a crooked smile. Probably everyone else who heard Geordie thinks what Arturo thinks: that he was talking about a bad night of role-playing, a one-time thing. They have no idea how deep this goes for me. To them it’s a tremor, not an earthquake.
Arturo adds, “Geordie’s a dick. Carmen shouldn’t have invited him. ”
“He was drunk. That’s all. ” I push my bangs back from my forehead. The night is sultry—hot and humid. “I’ll take it up with him later. You guys stay out of it. ”
Arturo holds up his hands, a gesture of surrender, but I can tell he’s not ready to let Geordie off the hook yet. My adopted younger brother is more protective than any real older brother could ever be. He’s slow to anger, but once he finally gets mad—watch out.
Hopefully someone’s driven Geordie home by now.
“You sure you’re okay?” he says.
I nod. “Just give me a few more minutes, all right? By tomorrow maybe I’ll be able to laugh about it. ” Fat chance.
“Sure thing. ” Arturo’s hand touches my shoulder, a comforting pat, before he heads back to the gathering.
Nobody else knows the truth. If I’d been able to laugh off what Geordie said, chances are most people wouldn’t have thought much more about it. I’m making it a bigger deal than it has to be by staying away from everyone else, so I should knock it off. Probably Mack’s smarmy grin is the worst of the aftermath, and that’s already over.
Geordie, you dickweed. I might keep Arturo from giving him hell, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to. You couldn’t have spent one single party drinking ginger ale?
Footsteps on the grass again, but I don’t turn around. “I’m coming back in, really—”
My voice trails off as I see who’s come to my side.
Jonah Marks doesn’t look directly at me; he stares in the same direction I do, right past the fence, but there’s no missing the intensity of his focus. He is as vividly aware of me right now as I am of him.
“Sorry your ex embarrassed you,” he says.
“He, um, he just had too much to drink. ” I hug myself a little tighter. “Guess we’ve all been there. ”
“I’ve never humiliated one of my lovers at a party. Have you?”
Wow, thanks for describing it as humiliation. “I just meant, I’m not angry with Geordie. You don’t have to be either. ”
Jonah doesn’t seem to think my take on this matters. “He should never have revealed something so private. ”
I remind myself: a tremor, not an earthquake. “That was just one thing Geordie and I talked about, one time. Don’t read too much into it. ”
My best bluff. I even manage a smile. Most people would believe it. Jonah doesn’t.
“If it were no big deal, you wouldn’t be standing out here now,” he says. “I knew the truth as soon as I saw your face. You want that fantasy. You want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything else. ” He looks directly at me for the first time. “You hate it, don’t you? The fantasy. I do too. But it doesn’t change anything. ”