Dirty Little Secrets - C. J. Omololu [62]
“Lucy?” Kaylie said as she tiptoed in. I had tucked Teddy B. into my jacket, which was folded on the floor, and I prayed she wouldn’t see him. I’d forgotten I even had him on me, but now that he was here, it seemed important that he stay secret. “I brought you those jeans that are too long for me and that cute black-and-white-striped shirt that made me think of you when I bought it. No offense, but if we’re going to the party, you need something else to wear.”
I rinsed and stuck my head out of the curtain. “Thanks,” I said. All I wanted was to curl up in a ball in the corner of the room and sleep for about a hundred years.
“If you’re going to get Josh Lee, you have to look hot. Hurry up so I can do your hair and stuff before we go.”
I wished I had left my toothbrush over here, as I rinsed my mouth with toothpaste. My clothes were in a heap on the floor, so I rolled them into a tight ball and stuck them behind the door. They were just one more reminder of what I’d left behind, and it would be fine with me if I never saw them again. Holding my jacket to my nose, I sniffed to see if the mold and the garbage and the mess had gotten deep into the fibers. It seemed okay, but just to be sure, I sprayed it lightly with the perfume Kaylie had on the counter. I tucked Teddy B. into my jacket and zipped it up over him. I didn’t know why, but I felt calmer with him pressing into my side.
Kaylie looked me over as I came into her room. “What’s with the jacket? Are you still cold?”
I zipped the jacket up higher. “A little.”
“Sometimes you have to sacrifice comfort for fashion.”
“I’ll take it off when we get there,” I lied. Actually going somewhere, especially somewhere that Josh was going to be, seemed impossible, but I felt like I was being carried downstream in a strong current that had nothing to do with me.
“Okay, sit down here.”
I sat numbly on her bed while she hovered around with a little dash of this and a little dab of that. The blow-dryer felt nice on my neck, and I let her do what she wanted while I sat and thought about absolutely nothing. I came back to the present as she clipped the metal plates on my hair until they sizzled.
“Ow!” I jerked away from the iron.
“Ooh, sorry!” she said. She rubbed my ear. “I do that all the time.” She took a step back and admired her work. “You look awesome. Between the haircut and the straightener, it’s just a little badass. Close your eyes.”
She sprayed a nice-smelling mist over my head. “That ought to last the rest of the night.”
I peeked around her until I could see myself in her mirror. It didn’t look that bad. My hair stuck out like it did before I washed it, only now it looked as if it were on purpose. My eyelids wore a shade of purple so dark they looked vaguely bruised.
“Josh is going to freak out,” she said. “You should wear makeup all the time.”
I shrugged and made a face. I could pile the entire drawerful of stuff on my face and it wouldn’t make any difference. Not after tomorrow, anyway.
“Seriously,” she said as she unplugged the straightener. “I think he’s totally into you, and this is going to prove it.” Kaylie rubbed her hands together. “I promised Vanessa I’d be ready at nine, so we should go downstairs. This is going to be great. Maybe if you hook up with Josh, he’ll ask you to the Spring Formal. You’re so lucky.”
I tried to think that far ahead, but my thoughts ran into a deep black hole. Nothing existed beyond tomorrow when Sara came home and found out what had happened. All of a sudden I knew I couldn’t go through with it. There was no way I could go and be with people and act normal. Not with my entire life unraveling by the minute.
“You go ahead,” I said, my voice shaky. “I can’t. I’m just going