If I Tell Part 1
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If I tell.
by Janet Gurtler.
For the Mom and Tot group who saved me without knowing it:.
Andrea Nicholas, Mydee Littauer, Sherri Barnes, Lara Jensen, Victoria McLeod, and my ever-inspiring friend, Jana Joustra.
chapter one.
My heart raced as I stumbled down the steps. I needed to make sure I wasn't having a horrible hallucination, but I really wished that someone had spiked my soda and that drugs were distorting my reality. Like I was witnessing a train wreck, I wanted to look away but couldn't take my eyes off them.
Two people in a drunken clutch, their arms and legs pressed up against the wall. Two people who had absolutely no right to be locking lips-or any other body parts, for that matter.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The only sound I could manage was an incoherent, panicky mumble. I turned and ran back up the stairs, pus.h.i.+ng through a swarm of bodies until I was out of the house.
"Jaz." My mom's voice called my name and I jumped, spilling hot decaf mocha on my hand. Normally the fragrance of specialty coffees soothed me, but on this day Grinds smelled pretty much like burnt beans.
"Ouch! You okay? Sorry I startled you. It looks like you're in your own world back there."
"I'm fine." My hand stung, but I placed the coffee cup on the counter where the employees of Grinds arranged finished drinks like expensive steaming trophies. "Just working on a song in my head," I lied, shaking my scalded hand. "This decaf mocha is yours? It's not your usual caffeine fix."
"I know." She reached for the drink. "You and your song writing." She half smiled as she took a quick sip, then licked stray foam off her top lip. "We'll sit and chat before we go shopping?"
"Sure. Talk is cheap." I forced a smile of my own. I should have canceled and told her to go shopping without me. But I had to tell her what I'd seen. How could I not?
"Cheaper than this coffee anyway." She turned her head to search the cafe for an open table. "I'll find a seat. Grab a drink and join me when you're done, okay?"
She sashayed off without waiting for my answer, disappearing into the semi-full coffee shop. Grinds is our town's attempt to give Starbucks compet.i.tion. Amber, the owner, hopes coffee will be her own personal lottery since Tadita is so close to Seattle.
I checked the clock. Five minutes until my s.h.i.+ft ended. What I really wanted to do was bolt out the back door and jog home. That wouldn't mean breaking much of a sweat. I could crawl into my bed and pull the covers over my head before Mom noticed I'd left Grinds.
Sighing, I checked for new customers. No one approached the front counter with an urgent coffee craving, so I hurried to the back sink and shoved my hand under cold water to soothe the burn from the spilled coffee.
As I ran the water, a tall guy wearing a Grinds getup strolled through the employee door, tying the strings of an ap.r.o.n behind his back. Longish hair as black as charcoal brushed the shoulders of his white T-s.h.i.+rt. h.e.l.lo, hot. Jackson Morgan, the new boy at Westwind High. Supposedly he'd failed kindergarten and had just gotten out of some school for delinquent boys. For dealing drugs. But I managed to stay composed when he nodded at me.
"Hey, Jaz. How's it going?" He sounded amused, as if he'd just remembered a good joke.
"Uh. Fine." He knew my name? He was in my English cla.s.s, but like everyone else, he hadn't bothered to acknowledge my existence. Until now.
"Excellent." A pause. His mouth turned up in a crooked grin, and his eyes sparkled. "I'm fine too, by the way. Thanks for asking."
So much for composed. My cheeks burned and I studied my shoes, not sure how to reply. People generally didn't talk to me much. I never had to worry about what to say back.
"I'm just kidding." His voice was soft, almost apologetic, and I glanced up, noticing how nice and straight his teeth were.
"I know."
He was looking at me, his eyes narrowed like he was trying to figure something out. I blushed even more at the scrutiny. "No need to be shy. I don't bite."
I was torn between wanting him to leave me alone so I didn't have to come up with more to say and wanting him to keep talking. He'd already gone deeper than a lot of people did. Most kids at school a.s.sumed I was stuck-up. And that was almost better than shy. Shy made me feel like a failure. I took a step back and reached for my bracelet, rubbing the guitar charm Grandpa Joe had given me on my thirteenth birthday, right before he died.
"So was that your mom I saw you talking to?" Jackson glanced out at the seating area.
My gaze followed his. "Yeah. That's my mom." Bracing myself, I waited for the usual questions people asked when they saw my mom for the first time: Are you adopted? What color is your dad?
"Cool," he said. "Go ahead and do your thing. I can take care of stuff here. We can catch up later."
He made it sound like a promise. I tried to ignore the fluttering in my stomach. "You know what you're doing?"
It came out sounding like I was accusing him of some evil act. G.o.d. I was so not good at talking to boys. What I'd wanted to say was thank you for not being a jerk. Thank you for being nice. I filed the feeling. Maybe I could replicate it later in a song.
"Nope." He grinned. "But hey, I'll figure it out. Amber trained me. Monkey see, monkey do."
"Sorry," I mumbled. "I didn't mean it that way."
He twirled the hoop earring in his left ear. "I can handle it. No problem. Selling a legal drug, you know? Caffeine."
"Uh. Yeah." That seemed like a cue for me to say something about the rumors, but I was too chicken to go there.
He grinned again as if he'd read my mind. Hot. Definitely hot. I wondered if working at Grinds was part of his rehab or something.
He glanced toward my mom and I held my breath, praying he wouldn't s...o...b..r over her or say something obnoxious and ruin my impression of him.
"Your mom's pretty young," he said.
It sounded like an observation, not a crush.
"She's pretty blond too," I added.
"They say blonds have more fun," he quipped.
"She did when she was seventeen."
Mouth. Shut. Please.
He laughed, an interesting baritone sound. Almost musical. "That's how old she was when she had you?"
"Yup." I lifted my shoulder in a half-shrug.
"That's pretty young." He paused. "So? Is she cool?"
"My mom?"
He sounded as if he cared what I thought about her and not the other way around. It surprised me. He surprised me. "She's okay." I rolled my charm in my fingers. "I don't live with her." I frowned. I hadn't planned to tell him that. I don't usually advertise my weird family situation so freely. Even though in a town the size of Tadita, everyone pretty much knew already.
"I heard."
I waited, but he didn't say more. It didn't matter. People talked. They always did. He'd probably heard all the stories about me. Loner. Or loser. Depending on who was doing the telling. From someone at my high school, it had to be loser. So why was he being nice to me?
"I live with my grandma too," he said. He gestured his head toward the cafe. "Go talk to your mom. I got it covered."
"Thanks." I pulled off my stained blue ap.r.o.n and tossed it into the corner laundry bin as Jackson took over my s.h.i.+ft. He lived with his grandma? Intrigued, I stared at him while he got to work. Even a semi-awkward conversation with the school's newest bad boy beat joining my mom. Besides, who knew if the drug rumors were true. I vowed not to pay attention to gossip. He didn't appear to have labeled me based on what he'd heard.
He looked over and caught me watching, and my cheeks reheated. He grinned in a friendly way, but I quickly turned and pushed through the employee door.
I inhaled a deep breath as I made my way into the cafe. "Cherry, Cherry" by Neil Diamond piped in over the speakers-one of Grandpa Joe's favorite songs. At the thought of him, I forced my shoulders back.
Tell the truth, he'd have said. Always tell the truth.
Even if it meant breaking someone's world apart? The last thing in the world I wanted was intimate involvement with my mom's personal life, but I'd had a front-row seat. With binoculars.
Around the room, couples chatted at small, intimate tables. A group of girls giggled together, chairs and tables pushed up to each other. I stared at my mom as I approached her. A low-cut tank top peeked out from under her blazer. She liked to emphasize her amazing cleavage.
Another check on the long list of things I didn't inherit from her. b.o.o.bs. Nope. Blond straight hair. Nope. Coloring. Nope. I'm more a muddy mix of black and white. Mixing colors is pretty basic stuff for artists, but it's trickier with people.
"You look nice," I said as I sat. "You came straight from work?"
Her eyes widened. Oops. Normally I'd be more careful about pouring it on too thick, but she'd need it after what I had to tell her. And she did look nice.
She nodded. "Thanks." She lifted her mug and sipped her coffee. "I swear I'd almost prefer to wear a uniform like yours. So much easier."
I glanced at my smeared black pants and dingy white T-s.h.i.+rt, the lame Grinds uniform. "This?"
"Well. It's not expensive. And easy to coordinate. Besides you're so tall and slim, and with your coloring, you look good in anything you wear."
"My coloring makes me look cheap and easy?" I tucked my long legs under the table. Being around my glamorous and pet.i.te mom always made me feel like a clumsy giraffe.
"I said 'not expensive and easy to coordinate.' You're listening with marshmallows in your ears. You're beautiful." She grinned. "You're not having anything to drink?"
"I'm not thirsty."
"Lacey's not working?" Mom asked.
I glanced away. "No. A new guy is." I looked behind the coffee counter at Jackson. He was making a latte for a girl. She twirled blond hair around her finger and giggled as she chatted with him. She obviously had no problems with flirting.
"That's too bad," Mom said, and I focused back on her as her forehead wrinkled. The almost four-year age difference between Lacey and me didn't bother her. I think she was just glad I'd finally found a friend.
Mom didn't understand how I could go to school with the same kids for years and not have a gaggle of girls to gossip with. She'd had oodles of friends and dated the hottest football player at my age. But look what that had gotten her.
Me.
I'd never told her the truth about what happened to me and still wasn't even sure which one of us I was protecting.
"I thought Lacey might want to shop with us," Mom said. "The sales at the mall are supposed to be amazing. And she's so good at picking out bargains."
My underarms felt sticky with sweat. I sat up straighter. "Lacey is not coming." I didn't think we'd be shopping anyhow, but I didn't say that. Not yet.
Her expression softened. "No big deal. Just you and me is good." She leaned back, studying me. "Hey, I know what looks different about you. You don't have your guitar. You know, you look almost naked without it slung over your shoulder. "
"Why would I bring it shopping?" At the same time, I wished I'd brought it so I could clutch it to my chest like a kid with a teddy bear. My guitar was my most prized possession, and holding it gave me more comfort than I'd even realized until that moment.
Mom took another sip of her decaf, frowning at me over the top of her mug. "Is everything okay? You seem kind of...off."
I shrugged and stared at her coffee cup.
"How's Grandma?" she asked.
"Grandma?" I frowned and glanced up at her. "The same. Busy."
"Busy saving the world?" She sipped her coffee again and then placed the mug on the table. "You're happy with Grandma, aren't you, Jaz?"
My stomach did a backflip.
"No. No. Don't look so worried. I'm not going to ask you to move in with me and Simon again."
My stomach did a double flip then, and I swallowed hard, trying to block out an image of Simon. When Mom and Simon first moved in together years before, Mom asked me to move in with them, but Grandma and Grandpa fought her. I'd been glad no one made me choose then. I certainly didn't want to live with Mom and Simon now.
"Grandma would have a fit if I tried to take you away from her, especially with Grandpa gone."
I slumped down in my chair, wondering how she managed to read my mind so well sometimes. And other times, not at all. I looked at her perfectly manicured fingers wrapped around her coffee cup, still tan from weekends at the beach. Even sun kissed, they were so much lighter than my own skin.
"I guess I'm just feeling kind of guilty." The corner of her lip quivered. "I was so young when I had you. The same age you are now." She glanced around the coffee shop and then back at me. "It was okay? Growing up the way you did?"
"It works for us." I lifted a shoulder, wondering why she was bringing this up now. Did she sense I was about to rip apart her world?
"I love you just as much as if I'd raised you myself," she said.
I frowned. "Probably more. Grandma says I'm a pain in the a.s.s."
Anxiety bubbled around in my already troubled belly.
"I have to talk to you about something important," she said just as I opened my mouth to speak.
I shut my trap and rubbed my guitar charm, swallowing the growing lump of dread in my throat. Had she found out? I closed my eyes for a second, bracing myself for a tough conversation.
"I'm pregnant," she said.
I opened my eyes. "What?"
If I Tell Part 1
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