Can you keep a secret_ - Sophie Kinsella [126]
Instead, I head across the gravel, towards the empty auditorium. The door is unlocked and I walk straight in. I make my way through the darkness to a seat in the middle, and wearily sit down on the cushiony purple plush.
And as I stare at the silent blackness of the empty stage, two fat tears make their way out of my eyes and trickle slowly down my face. I cannot believe I've fucked up so monumentally. I can't believe Jack really thinks I … that he thinks I would …
I keep seeing the shock on his face. I keep reliving that trapped powerlessness, that desperation to speak; to explain myself.
If I could just replay it …
Suddenly there's a creaking sound. The door is slowly opening.
I peer uncertainly through the gloom as a figure comes into the auditorium and stops. In spite of myself, my heart starts to thud with unbearable hope.
It's Jack. It has to be Jack. He's come to find me.
There's a long, agonizing silence. I'm taut with apprehension. Why won't he say anything? Why won't he speak?
Is he punishing me? Is he expecting me to apologize again? Oh God, this is torture. Just say something, I plead silently. Just say something.
'Oh Francesca …'
'Connor …'
What? I peer again, more sharply, and feel a crash of disappointment. I am such a moron. It's not Jack. It's not one figure, it's two. It's Connor and what must be his new girlfriend – and they're snogging.
Miserably, I shrink right down in my seat, trying to block my ears. But it's no good, I can hear everything.
'Do you like this?' I hear Connor murmuring.
'Mmm …'
'Do you really like it?'
'Of course I do! Stop quizzing me!'
'Sorry,' says Connor, and there's silence, apart from the odd 'Mmmm'.
'Do you like this?' his voice suddenly comes again.
'I already told you I did.'
'Francesca, be honest, OK?' Connor's voice rises in agitation. 'Because if that means no, then—'
'It doesn't mean no! Connor, what's your problem?'
'My problem is, I don't believe you.'
'You don't believe me?' She sounds furious. 'Why the hell don't you believe me?'
Suddenly I'm filled with remorse. This is all my fault. Not only have I wrecked my own relationship, now I've wrecked theirs too. I have to do something. I have to try to build bridges.
I clear my throat. 'Er … excuse me?'
'Who the fuck's that?' says Francesca sharply. 'Is someone there?'
'It's me. Emma. Connor's ex-girlfriend.'
A row of lights goes on, and I see a girl with red hair staring at me belligerently, with her hand on the light switch.
'What the hell are you doing? Spying on us?'
'No!' I say. 'Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to … I couldn't help overhearing …' I swallow. 'The thing is, Connor isn't being difficult. He just wants you to be honest. He wants to know what you want.' I summon up my most understanding, womanly expression. 'Francesca … tell him what you want.'
Francesca stares at me incredulously, then looks at Connor.
'I want her to piss off.' She points at me.
'Oh,' I say, taken aback. 'Er, OK. Sorry.'
'And switch the lights off when you go,' adds Francesca, leading Connor up the aisle towards the back of the auditorium.
Are they going to have sex?
OK, I really do not want to be around for this.
Hastily I pick up my bag and hurry along the row of seats towards the exit. I push my way through the double doors into the foyer, flicking the light switch as I pass, then step out into the courtyard. I close the door behind me, and look up.
And then I freeze.
I don't believe it. It's Jack.
It's Jack, coming towards me, striding fast across the courtyard, determination on his face. I haven't got time to think, or prepare.
My heart really is racing. I want to speak or cry or … do something, but I can't.
He reaches me with a crunch of gravel, takes me by the shoulders, and gives me a long, intense look.
'I'm afraid of the dark.'
'What?' I falter.
'I'm afraid of the dark. Always have been. I keep a baseball bat under the bed, just in