Summer Of The Geek Part 23

"Are you sure?" Dad looked hopeful. "It's your celebration. We can do whatever you want."

"I'm sure," I said.

"Thanks, honey," Dad said, patting my hand. "And for the record, I'm really proud of you. And I'm officially terrified at the idea that you're now going to be out driving on the roads. I'll probably never have a peaceful night's sleep again."

"Thanks, Dad."

Chapter Twenty-seven.

My dad offered to lend me his car so I could drive over to the beach to meet Dex. But the public beach was a little less than a mile away down the coast from our house, and I thought the walk would help clear my head. I tried not to mind how relieved my dad looked.

As I walked along the beach, my bare feet leaving a faint trail in the wet sand, lingering euphoria at having pa.s.sed my driving test was quickly replaced by yet another bout of stomach-twisting anxiety. What was I going to say to Dex? What would he say to me? Were we about to break up?

I hadn't reached any conclusions by the time I spotted the lifeguard shack set up high on stilts at the back edge of the public beach. Brightly colored umbrellas were dotted along the beach. Sunbathers lounged in chairs, their faces turned up to the sky, while young children scooped sand into buckets with shovels as the water lapped up over their feet. There wasn't much wind today, and the waves rolling in were low and calm, so the beach was largely free of surfers. Only a few kids with boogie boards fastened to their ankles with Velcro cuffs were attempting to ride the gentle waves.

I scanned the beach, looking for a coppery redhead, and finally spotted Dex, sitting on a log at the bottom of the dunes, just to the left of the lifeguard shack. His long legs were bent in front of him, and he was resting his elbows on knees, his hands clasped together. I drew in a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever was about to happen, and, my heart thumping heavily, trudged up the beach toward Dex.

"Hi," I said when I reached him.

Dex looked up at me, squinting in the sun. "Hi," he said.

He looked unusually serious. His pale blue eyes were free of their usual glinting humor and he wasn't smiling. I sat down next to him on the log. My mouth suddenly felt very dry. This was it, I thought. Dex was about to break up with me. If everything was okay, he'd have been happier to see me. He would have stood and kissed me. Instead, he just sat there, not even taking my hand in his. It felt like we were already miles apart, even though he was sitting only inches away.

"Where's Willow?" Dex asked.

"I left her at the beach house. It's too hot to bring her, but she's furious that I left without her. I even heard her bark once or twice," I said. Willow rarely barked, not even when she saw her archenemy, Madonna the Cat.

"Poor Willow," Dex said.

I nodded and dug my toes into the hot sand. I wanted to ask him if he was breaking up with me. Part of me thought that if I never brought it up and he never brought it up, well, then, it would never happen. Even if he wanted it to. But a larger part of me didn't want to be the desperate girlfriend hanging on to a guy who didn't want to be with her. I had my pride. I hugged my arms around myself and tried to work up the courage to ask him.

But before I could, Dex spoke. "So I guess you're breaking up with me," he said, his voice flat.

"What?" I was so astonished that for a moment I forgot to breathe. When I remembered-I felt a searing pain in my chest-I let my breath out in a great whoosh.

"You're breaking up with me," Dex repeated. "Aren't you?"

"No," I said slowly. "I'm not. I thought you were breaking up with me."

"Why would you think that?"

"Why?" I repeated. "Why?"

"Yes," Dex said. "Why? And don't just repeat the word why. I mean, why would you think I wanted to break up with you?"

"You mean you don't want to break up with me?" I asked.

"No. I mean, yes."

"Yes?"

"I mean, yes, I really don't want to break up with you. And you don't want to break up with me?" Dex asked.

"No. I don't want to break up," I said. "Well, not unless you want to."

"I don't want to," Dex said again.

"Okay," I said.

"Okay," he said. He smiled. "I'm glad that's cleared up."

I grinned back at him, until I suddenly remembered what had led up to this conversation. Dex was leaving and he'd hidden it from me. The smile faded from my face.

"So you're really leaving?" I asked.

"Hi, Miranda."

Dex and I both looked up sharply. Amelia was standing there. She was wearing her purple-striped bathing suit and her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail. A faded light blue knapsack was slung over one of her shoulders.

"Amelia," I said. "What are you doing here?"

"I called your house, and your dad told me you were here," Amelia said.

I glanced around, looking for her mom and not seeing her. "Wait. You came by yourself?"

Amelia nodded.

"How did you get here?"

"I biked over," Amelia said simply.

"Does your mom know you're here?" I asked.

"Of course not. She'd have never let me come. She thinks you're a bad influence on me," Amelia said.

"I'm not a bad influence!" I said indignantly.

"I think I'm missing something," Dex said, looking confused. "Why would Amelia's mother think you're a bad influence on her?"

"I forgot. You don't know-I was fired," I said.

"Seriously? Why?" Dex asked.

"Mrs. Fisher thought that I was interfering with Amelia's piano practice," I explained.

"Were you?" Dex asked.

"No! I just thought that Amelia should get a say in her life, that's all," I said. I looked at Amelia. "You shouldn't have come. Your mom wouldn't like it."

"It's okay. She doesn't know I'm here."

"That's not okay," I exclaimed. "Where does she think you are?"

"At home, practicing. She's there, too. But she was talking on the phone to one of her clients, and I knew she'd be on forever, so I plugged my iPod into the stereo, turned on some Vladimir Horowitz, and left."

"What's Vladimir Horowitz?" Dex asked.

"He was a really famous pianist," Amelia explained. "Anyway, my mom never bothers me while I'm practicing, so as long as she hears the music, she'll have no idea that I'm not home."

"That's brilliant," Dex said. He sounded impressed. I kicked him gently in the heel and shot him a quelling look.

"Amelia, your mom is going to freak when she finds out you're gone," I said. "Come on, I'm taking you home right now. Wait. I don't have a car." I looked hopefully at Dex. "Did you drive over?"

"No. I walked over from the pool. My sister needed to borrow my car today, so she dropped me off at work today," Dex said.

"You're going to have to bike home on your own," I told Amelia. I didn't like the idea, but it was either that or I'd have to call Amelia's mom to come pick her up. And even though it had been wrong of Amelia to sneak out, I didn't want to get her in trouble.

"No! I'm not going!" Amelia said, stamping her foot on the ground.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because Dex promised he'd teach me how to surf," Amelia said.

"No, I didn't," Dex said quickly. "I told you I'd teach you the basics, on dry land, but that you had to wait to surf until you're a stronger swimmer."

"But I can swim," Amelia protested. "I'm ready now."

"Not well enough to surf. It can be really dangerous out there, even on a day like today." Dex gestured toward the seemingly calm ocean. "There's a strong undertow out there. The lifeguards posted a warning about it on the board."

"I can do it!" Amelia insisted.

Dex shook his head. "It's not safe," he said.

"You just don't want to bother teaching me!"

"Amelia, that's not fair," I said. "Dex taught you to how to swim."

Amelia took a step back. Her face was red and contorted with rage.

"He doesn't care about me, and neither do you! So stop pretending like you do!" Amelia shouted.

I grew aware of the looks we were getting from people sitting nearby. Some had even put down their books and magazines, and were craning around to get a better look at the commotion.

"I'm not pretending. I do care about you, and so does Dex," I protested. "But you shouldn't even be here, Amelia. I'm not your babysitter anymore."

Amelia looked as though I'd slapped her. She bit her lower lip, as though to hold in tears, and then turned and stormed away.

"Wait! I'll take you home," I called after her. We'd have to walk back to the beach house to get my dad's car, but that was better than having her go off by herself when she was this upset.

But Amelia didn't stop or turn around, or even acknowledge that I'd spoken.

I looked at Dex, feeling equal amounts of anxiety and exasperation. "Should I go after her?"

"How far away does she live?" Dex asked.

"Not far. Maybe a mile and a half?" I guessed. "She and I have biked it before."

"I'm sure she'll be fine, then. Besides, if you're the one to take her home, her mom might think you put her up to sneaking out," Dex said.

"That's true," I said. I sat back on the log next to Dex, wondering if I could have handled that better. Should I have reminded Amelia that it was no longer my job to take care of her? She'd looked so hurt.

Dex took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Don't worry. She'll be fine. When I was Amelia's age, I biked all over town by myself," Dex said.

"Yeah, I guess I did, too," I said, feeling a bit better.

We sat quietly for a few minutes, watching the sun sparkle on the ocean. A small girl with pigtails and a pink swim s.h.i.+rt was walking into the water, holding on tightly to her mother's hand.

"Why wouldn't you talk to me when I called you yesterday?" Dex asked.

"I wasn't sure what to say. Why didn't you tell me before that you were leaving?"

"I didn't know how," Dex said. "It's something I've wanted to do for a long time, long before I ever met you. This school, the Brown Academy, has a top lacrosse program, one of the best in the country. Getting on the team there would almost guarantee me a spot on a top college team. But I didn't think I'd ever be able to go, because there's no way my parents could ever afford it. Then my scholars.h.i.+p came through right after you and I got together, and I wasn't sure what to do."

"That's what you wanted to talk to Wendy about."

"She's been away at prep school for the past year. I wanted to know if she liked it."

"Not the same school you'll be going to?" I asked hopefully.

"No." Dex smiled faintly. "Her school is in New York. The Brown Academy is in Maine."

I nodded, glad for that at least. Wendy Erickson might have a serious boyfriend, but even so, I didn't relish the idea of her getting any closer to Dex. "So what did Wendy tell you?"

"She told me that there are things she likes and things she doesn't like about going away from school. She said that she really missed her friends and family at home, and that the academics were a lot harder. But she said she eventually adjusted and made friends up there, and that overall she was glad she'd gone," Dex said.

I tried to swallow down the walnut-sized lump in my throat. That's what would happen with Dex, too, I thought sadly. He'd go away, and at first he'd miss his life here, but gradually he would get used to it. And eventually, his life there would be his regular life, and this would just be a place he'd visit on holidays.

Don't go, I wanted to stay. If you really loved me, you would stay.