‘I see.’ She sighed as though she’d expect no different from someone like me. She stretched out her hand. ‘I’ll see that she gets them.’
I swallowed and looked her in the eye. ‘Maybe I could see her? She’ll have to do my part of the presentation, too. We should discuss it.’
Her son crossed his arms over his chest, while her hand remained outstretched, waiting for me to hand over what I’d brought. ‘I don’t think so.’ Her smile was full of the fakest kindness I’d ever seen. Her voice was ice. She said nothing else.
I handed her the folder and left.
By the time I went back to school a week later, everyone had returned to their usual seats in world geography. Clark Richards smirked at me from his reclaimed chair next to Melody. Melody didn’t look at me at all. The presentations were all done, and Boyce Wynn and I had received zeros. Mrs Dumont gave the two of us a pop quiz to ‘make up for’ the missed grade, but with no knowledge of the material and no chance to study, I bombed it. She stuck us in the hallway, sitting on the floor on opposite sides of the door, to do it.
We weren’t supposed to talk. Of course, Wynn broke that command like it was a suggestion he could choose to follow, or not.
‘Hey, Maxfield. We’re doin’ a bonfire thing tonight, over by the inlet. Rick’s older brother – we call him Thompson senior – scored some extra weed from a deal, and he’s payin’ Rick to do his chores. In weed.’ He chuckled.
I looked over at him and frowned, like And?
‘We’re meetin’ up at like eleven. Once the rest of this loser town shuts down, nobody will see us to report it.’ The bruises on his face looked like mine. Yellowing. Almost gone. His eye was still a little f**ked up, and so was my lip. I wondered if this invitation was some sort of trick.
‘We friends now or something?’ I asked, peering at him sceptically.
He shrugged. ‘Yeah, why not. You, uh, know Richards paid me to do it, right?’
A million jumbled thoughts lurched through my head. ‘No.’
He smirked. ‘Yeah, he found out you had his little piece of ass at your place, and when he texted her she said she was home. He figured you were either tappin’ that shit or about to.’
‘So he paid you to jump me –’
‘Guy’s a rich dick, right? I was happy to take his money. Truth, though, you’d sorta pissed me off already. Gotta own up to that, man.’ He angled his head, thinking. ‘So that day in shop – that thing I said about Brittney Loper right before you punched me – you like her or somethin’?’
I stared at the floor, shook my head. ‘No. Don’t really know her.’ I didn’t really know anyone. I thought I was getting to know Melody, but that had been a pathetic illusion.
‘Then what? Because dude.’
My heart pounded. I had to say it. It was stuck in my throat, but I forced it out, an uneven murmur in the empty hallway. ‘You said you’d rape her.’
‘What?’ He frowned, confused. ‘That’s just an expression – I don’t mean anything by it –’
‘It means something.’ I stared at him. ‘It’s a – sort of … trigger word for me.’
‘No shit,’ he said, and I stared at the floor between my knees. ‘Okay, well. Sorry? I’ll remember that’s your apeshit word, man.’
He had no idea.
I left home around midnight, after Dad and Grandpa were solidly asleep, which eliminated the need to explain where I was going. The air was just cold enough that I could see my breath, misting in front of me and curling over my shoulder with each step I took down the beach. The inlet wasn’t far, and it was impossible to get to without meandering through private yards or beaches. All the more reason Clark Richardson’s daddy wanted Grandpa’s beachfront property.
I heard, ‘Maxfiiiieeeeld,’ as I rounded a jut of rock and happened upon the bonfire, which was more like a campfire – probably in the interest of dodging attention from local authorities. There were less than a dozen people around it, though, so its size was adequate. Popping up from the sand, Wynn slapped my palm and bumped my knuckles as if we were lifelong bros, and I let out a breath. No ambush. I hadn’t realized I’d been expecting it until it didn’t happen.
There was a first-quarter moon and the sky was clear, and my eyes had completely adjusted to the semi-darkness during the walk. I recognized a few of the people there – like Thompson, who was giggling like a hyena and slapping his thigh over something one of the other guys had said.
There were also girls, and a couple of them were watching me curiously. Or maybe they were so stoned that I could be anyone or anything.
Wynn threw an arm over my shoulder. ‘Everybody know Maxfield?’
Thompson jutted his chin in my direction. ‘Hey.’ As if he hadn’t egged Boyce Wynn on to beat the ever-lovin’ shit out of me a little over a week ago.
‘Come sit by us,’ one of the girls said. She and her friend – Brittney Loper, she of the watermelon-sized boobs – were huddled inside a large blanket that looked more like a comforter yanked off one of their beds. It was floral and downy and smelled like pot – but that was probably because everything smelled like pot. The sweet, potent scent floated over the whole scene, a cloud of it hovering and dispersing, hovering and dispersing. I wondered if I’d even have to smoke a joint to get high.
The girls shifted apart, inviting me to sit between them. When I did, they huddled close on either side, sighing with contentment and pulling the blanket back over the three of us. My hoodie was suddenly a furnace. I unzipped it, and the girl on my right helped me strip it off. ‘Ooh, you are so warm.’ Her hands caressed my forearm and slid up inside the sleeve of my T-shirt. She gripped my bicep and I made a mental note to begin doing push-ups to exhaustion every single day, not just three or four times a week.
‘I’m Holly, by the way.’ She pressed closer and offered the joint, which I took.
‘Landon,’ I said.
‘Mmmm,’ Brittney said, as if my name alone was something appetizing. She pressed her chest against my arm and my body answered, like it knew from experience what to do next. It didn’t.
I watched Thompson take a hit off his joint, and I parroted his movements – after which I coughed like I was choking up a lung. Or dying.
‘Slow down, Landon,’ Holly said. ‘You don’t have to suck it all down in one go.’