Everneath. Part 7
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SEVEN.
NOW.
School. Four months, one week left.
An entire week pa.s.sed and I still couldn't get the Shop-n-Go out of my head, so I was a little fl.u.s.tered when Mrs. Stone asked about my paper in her room after school.
"Do you have the theme of your thesis picked out, Miss Beckett?" she said as she took the seat in front of me.
Jack leaned closer. It was crazy how any movement from him sent s.h.i.+vers down my spine.
"Yes," I said.
"What have you decided on? Modern-day parable, or modern-day myth?"
"I decided to write a myth."
"Have you figured out a topic? A moral conundrum?"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
I heard Jack's chair creak.
"It's about how there's no such thing as redemption," I whispered. "How you deserve what you get, and no higher power can save you."
Mrs. Stone didn't answer immediately. The only sound in the room came from my own breathing. "What about heroes?"
I hunched over and scribbled a few lines on my notebook. "There are no heroes." Sure, it wasn't an optimistic paper, but it was the only thing I could write pa.s.sionately about.
She was quiet for a moment again. When she spoke, her voice was gentle. "Okay. I'm excited to see what you put together."
I nodded.
"And, Mr. Caputo? Everything going well with the personal essay?"
I could only a.s.sume he nodded, because Mrs. Stone returned to the front of the cla.s.sroom. My right hand started to tremble, and I clenched my pencil and began scribbling.
"You don't really believe that, do you?" Jack's voice was soft.
I lifted my head, allowing my eyes to meet his for the first time in weeks. "It doesn't matter what I believe." I looked down at my notebook.
"Wait," he said.
I turned back. "What?"
He shrugged, then spoke in a low murmur. "Just stop hiding behind your hair for a minute."
I closed my eyes, but I didn't turn away. "You're making things difficult, Jack Caputo," I whispered.
"At least you remember my name."
I remembered everything. The first time he called me his girlfriend. The first time he told me he loved me. The first time I started to question whether or not I'd be able to hold on to him. The first time I knew I had to come back to see him again, at whatever cost.
LAST YEAR.
January. Two months before the Feed.
I was Jack's and he was mine. I was getting used to the idea.
"Three whole months, Becks. You've been with Jack Caputo for three whole months," Jules said to me in between bites of her turkey sandwich. "What are you doing to celebrate?"
"I don't know," I said, tracing the wood grains of the cafeteria table with my finger. "I don't think Jack's the type who keeps track of anniversaries. Besides, three months isn't exactly a long time."
Jules flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Are you kidding? He's never admitted to having a girlfriend before you, so three months is like fifty years in Jack Caputo years."
I rolled my eyes. "So now we're counting in dog years?"
Jules gave me a knowing look, and we both giggled. "So, Becks, is tonight ... the night?"
She paused, and I caught her meaning. "No!" My cheeks flushed, and I lowered my voice. "No. No, nothing like that has ... no."
She raised her eyebrows. "Don't hold out on me. It's Jack Caputo."
"Stop saying his first and last name, like he's some sort of G.o.d."
"He is. At least in this school. And mythological beings like him need the physical pleasures of-"
"Stop!" I said, cutting her off. "I'm not talking about this anymore."
She gave me a disappointed look. "Fine. Just promise you'll tell me everything."
"I promise."
After lunch, I took the route that would lead me past Jack's locker. When I turned the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks.
Jack was leaning back against his locker, his head resting on the metal, his eyes squeezed shut. His face was tense. But that's not the reason I stopped.
Lacey Greene was standing right by him, close, leaning her shoulder against the locker next to his and talking animatedly. The way she was standing, she was almost forcing his arm to touch her chest. Even I wouldn't have stood like that with Jack.
Then again, maybe that was my problem. Whatever she was talking about, it was definitely not a good time for me to interrupt. But I was his girlfriend. If anybody could interrupt, wouldn't it be me?
I gripped the strap of my bag that was over my shoulder and walked toward them. The closer I got, the more I could hear Lacey.
"... so then I suggested each spirit team member could be a.s.signed two players, and that would cover every-" Her voice cut off when she saw me.
At the silence, Jack opened his eyes. His gaze met mine, and his face broke into a wide grin, the tension that was there moments ago melting away.
"Sounds great, Lace," he said absentmindedly, keeping his eyes on me. "Do it."
He pushed off the locker and grabbed me in a tight embrace.
"Hi, you," he said. The words came out in a contented sigh. Lacey no longer existed for him, but I had a clear view of her behind Jack, scowling. I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face in his shoulder, inhaling the clean, leathery scent of his jacket, mixed with something else that was ... so Jack.
"Hi," I said back.
He released me, but only a little, so he could see my face.
"So, we celebrating tonight?" he said, the grin still in place.
His hair flopped over his eyes, and he ran a hand through it so my heart flitted inside my chest.
Celebrating. I narrowed my eyes. "Did Jules talk to you?"
"She reminded me it's our three-month anniversary, and girls like stuff like that, don't they?"
I remembered what Jules had said at lunch, and studied my hands, which were suddenly fidgeting. "No. Not me. I'm fine, um, not doing anything. At all."
He chuckled and put his arm around my neck, steering me down the hall. "That's what I love about you. So easy to please." His nose touched below my ear.
I gave a nervous giggle and couldn't get rid of the blush as he drove me home. When we reached my driveway, he squeezed my hand. "How about we go night skiing?"
Huh. Boots, layers of clothes, awkward skis. Perfect. "That sounds great."
"Good. I'll pick you up in a half hour."
I climbed out of the car feeling slightly relieved. As I walked up the sidewalk to my front door, Jack rolled down his window. "Becks!"
I turned around.
"Bring a change of clothes tonight. My uncle has a lodge on the hill he said I could use anytime. We'll stop there for hot chocolate afterward."
c.r.a.p. I forced a smile and waved as he took off. It was times like these I missed my mom the most. But even before the crash, would I have talked to her about this kind of stuff? She'd been open about most things, but loudly quiet when it came to s.e.x. Maybe she had been waiting until I got older, and never got the chance.
Later that evening, I'd skied the hill until I thought my ears would fall off from the cold. Jack kept suggesting we head in, but I insisted on skiing until every last light on the hill was out. By the time we made it to his uncle's lodge, it felt like it was two o'clock in the morning. But it was only ten. My curfew wasn't for three more hours.
"You can go change in the bedroom, and I'll try to start a fire," Jack said as he rubbed his hands together and searched for the light switches.
"Great," I whispered. I clutched my bag of clothes and tiptoed across the orange s.h.a.g carpet of the living room and through the bedroom door.
Once I'd shut the door behind me, the trembling began, and not just from the cold. I dumped my clothes out on the bed. Pink yoga pants and a white sweats.h.i.+rt.
"Just breathe," I whispered to myself.
I peeled off my freezing ski suit and the layers of thermal cotton underneath, then rubbed my arms to get the circulation going. I was in my bra. And there was only one thin door between me and Jack.
I hurried and pulled on my fluffy rabbit outfit. My feet were still cold from the mountain, so I kept my thick green wool socks on. Catching a peek at myself in the old mirror hanging on the wall, I nearly choked out a laugh. After hours stuck under a ski hat, my dark hair now looked like it had been sucked into the vortex of a tornado, and the clothes made me resemble a cotton-candy marshmallow. It made me relax enough to open the door.
When I emerged from the bedroom, Jack was crouching next to the fire, his back to me and a mug of hot chocolate in his hand.
"That looks cozy," I said in a timid voice.
He turned at the sound and-taking in my appearance- immediately spit hot chocolate all over.
"What?" I demanded.
With an obvious effort to compose himself, he forced his lips into a frown and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. "Breathtaking."
I raised an eyebrow, and his lips started to quiver, and then there was no stopping him. The laughter came in waves.
"Well, that's not exactly the reaction I was going for," I said.
"Isn't it?" he said, gasping for breath.
I put my hand on my hip and tapped my foot as he inhaled deeply and rubbed his eye with the palm of his hand. "Finished?" I asked.
He shook his head. "I love you."
"I'm sorry?"
"You heard me." He stood and walked toward me.
I glanced down at my sweats, and then back at his face. "Did you not notice my getup?"
He halved the distance between us. "Oh yeah. I noticed," he said, like it was the s.e.xiest thing he'd ever seen. His lips curled up into a smile.
"Okay, so that's not the reaction I was going for either," I said, taking a small step backward as he closed the gap between us.
He grabbed my hands in his and his grin disappeared. "Becks. I think I know what you're worried about, but I meant what I said. I love you. And I would never push you."
My entire body turned red. "But don't you mythological higher beings"-I tried to remember how Jules had put it- "need ... the ... um..."
Jack looked confused, and then he chuckled. "Please don't even try to finish that sentence."
The nerves had taken over, and there seemed to be a short between my brain and my mouth. "But you've had ... the... I mean, I know I'm not ... the ... first..."
"Becks. Please." He pulled me over onto the couch, in front of the fire. "Look, my history isn't exactly a secret." He shrugged. "I'd change it if I could."
I wrapped the drawstring of my sweats around my index finger. "Okay," I mumbled.
"Don't hide your face from me." He placed his fingers lightly under my chin and urged my gaze up. "It's you. And I don't want to screw it up."
Could he be serious? I didn't know whether to believe him or to a.s.sume I really did look that undesirable. Jack had a rep for easy one-nighters. How long before he grew tired of waiting for me?
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