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to Susan about Becca. His hands tightened on me, and I wondered for a moment if maybe that fire wasn’t about Becca at all. Maybe it was for me.
Before I could talk myself out of it, his lips were on mine. My mind went blank. My body went numb. I faded into him, letting my bag fall to the floor. I didn’t care if someone walked in. I didn’t care if anyone saw.
If Becca was alive or Becca was dead, I would have kissed him in front of her.
chapter 16 becca
“STOP ACTING LIKE YOU DON’T WANT TO TALK to me.” Becca was sitting on the step in front of the boathouse, smoking a cigarette when Johnny walked up. She’d slipped him a note and told him to meet her here.
Johnny sighed and looked at her. “You know I do.”
“Then why have you barely talked to me since Halloween?”
“You know why.”
“Yes, but you shouldn’t be so stupid. You should talk to me again.” She stood and moved a little closer to him. “I’ve missed you.”
I need him to say it back, she thought. Please say you’ve missed me, too….
He looked at her for a moment before saying it. “I have, too. I’ve missed you, too.”
He looked her in the eyes, and she thought she’d fall apart. She had worked so hard to stay away from him, and to wait for him to come to her. But the whole time she had, she knew she was doing the right thing. Johnny didn’t seem to have any trouble not talking to her. And that was exactly why she couldn’t give in first.
But now she couldn’t help it. Not after what she’d just found out.
“Good,” she said. “I have some good news.”
“What?”
“Didn’t you say you were going to have to stay at Manderley over the Thanksgiving break? Your parents are doing something, right?”
“Yeah, jeez, how did you remember that?”
She shrugged. “Well, I’m staying, too. And Max is going home.”
Becca watched his eyes for a response. He looked back at her, and let out a deep breath. “That’s … not good.”
She raised an eyebrow. “No?”
There was the flicker of a smile on his face. “Becca, we cant …”
“Look, I don’t want to hear it. Just … if you want to … then meet me here at nine on the Friday he leaves.”
She tried to look cool and collected, and then walked away without looking back.
The Friday finally came. She said goodbye to Max. And she sat, tapping her foot for the last hour before she was supposed to meet Johnny. What if he didn’t show? She tried to think of other things, but she couldn’t. Finally it was ten minutes to nine. She was out the door.
This was no time to arrive fashionably late, much as she might want to.
The trek down to the boathouse was a tense one. She tried to sing the lyrics to a song in her head, to keep her mind off her fears, but it did nothing.
Down the steps. Across the sand. Open the door. Pull on the light. No one there.
Her stomach fell, and she walked to the couch. She couldn’t believe it. No one had ever rejected her. Ever. This was why she’d chosen Max. Because he could just hook up with her and act enough like a couple. He didn’t have to put his arm around her or kiss her in front of everyone. She just had to tell all the girls that he was in love with her and pretend that there was something behind the scenes besides sex. She could look beloved, and have the guy everyone wanted, because he was so passive that he didn’t care who he had. She was hot enough. She knew that was all it was.
But Johnny could resist her, where she could not resist him. And that was killing her.
The door swung open. Her heart leaped. It was Johnny. She wanted to smile from ear to ear, but she couldn’t. That wasn’t like her.
He closed the door behind him and turned off the light. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel the cast of moonlight on her. He walked right to her and kissed her. They fell backward onto the couch, and he pulled off his shirt before pulling off hers.
“I thought you weren’t going to come,” she whispered.
“I couldn’t stay away.”
“I don’t understand why you can’t just say you’re sorry.”
“Okay, I’m sorry.”
“Like you mean it.”
Johnny laughed and glared at her. “I’m so sorry. I’ll never call you by your full name again.”
“Good.”
Becca and Johnny were lying in his bed. His roommate had gone home for Thanksgiving, and Becca had snuck in an hour ago. There was hardly anyone on the hall.
She flipped over and propped herself up on her elbows. “Tell me something, Johnny.”
“Tell you what?”
“Something. Anything. Tell me something no one knows.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I don’t really have any secrets.”
She gave him a look.
“Fine,” he said, thinking. “I’ve always wanted to join the Marines.”
“Why?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve got two cousins in the Marines and they love it. I mean, it’s a good thing to do, and it’s gotta be such a thrill.”
“No … you can’t do that. You’ll die!”
“Hopefully not. Max always talks about it, too.”
“Don’t talk about Max.”
They were silent for a few seconds. They both knew that what they were doing was wrong. But for this one weekend, they were playing pretend.
“Why don’t you just become a doctor or something? Save lives but don’t risk your own.”
“I don’t know. It’s just something I’ve always thought about doing. If I were to do it, it would be the most independent choice I’ll have ever made. My parents want me to do the typical follow-in-your-dad’s-footsteps thing, and I don’t.”
“I don’t accept.” She draped herself over his stomach. “You’ll have to just become a rich doctor and I’ll stay at home with my Pomeranians. I’ll leave the house, sure, but only to go to happy hour.”
He laughed. “Not Pomeranians. German shepherds. Labs. Something else. None of those yappy little cotton balls.”
“We’ll just have to see.” She smiled, and then looked very seriously at him. “Like, what if something happened to me? What if I died tragically or was kidnapped or something?”
“What about it?”
“Well, I mean would you cry? Would you weep uncontrollably and go insane with missing me?”
“Yes, I’d probably never take a happy breath again.”
“Good.”
“What about you?”
“Don’t be stupid, Johnny.” She gave him a devilish smile. “Now kiss me.”
chapter 17 me
A FEW WEEKS PASSED. MAX AND I MET ALMOST every night. No one had seen us. No one knew but us. We hadn’t said aloud that we were keeping it to ourselves, but that’s what we were doing. We never spoke about Becca. But we were the only ones.