Evermore - Alyson Noel [12]
Only it’s not really working as well as she hoped. The first time her mom saw her dressed like that, she just sighed, grabbed her keys, and headed off to Pilates. And her dad hasn’t been home long enough to really get a good look. Her little brother, Austin, was freaked, but he adjusted pretty quickly. And since most of the kids at school have grown so used to the outrageous displays of behavior brought on by the presence of last year’s MTV cameras, they usually ignore her.
But I happen to know that beneath all the skulls, and spikes, and death-rocker makeup is a girl who just wants to be seen, heard, loved, and paid attention to—something her earlier incarnations have failed to produce. So if standing before a room full of people, creating some sob story about her tormented struggle with that day’s fill-in-the-blank addiction makes her feel important, well, who am I to judge?
In my old life I didn’t hang with people like Miles and Haven. I wasn’t connected with the troubled kids, or the weird kids, or the kids everyone picked on. I was part of the popular crowd, where most of us were cute, athletic, talented, smart, wealthy, well liked, or all of the above. I went to school dances, had a best friend named Rachel (who was also a cheerleader like me), and I even had a boyfriend, Brandon, who happened to be the sixth boy I’d ever kissed (the first was Lucas, but that was only because of a dare back in sixth grade, and trust me, the ones in between are hardly worth mentioning). And even though I was never mean to anyone who wasn’t part of our group, it’s not like I really noticed them either. Those kids just didn’t have anything to do with me. And so I acted like they were invisible.
But now, I’m one of the unseen too. I knew it the day Rachel and Brandon visited me in the hospital. They acted so nice and supportive on the outside, while inside, their thoughts told a whole other story. They were freaked by the little plastic bags dripping liquids into my veins, my cuts and bruises, my cast-covered limbs. They felt bad for what happened, for all that I’d lost, but as they tried not to gape at the jagged red scar on my forehead, what they really wanted to do was run away.
And I watched as their auras swirled together, blending into the same dull brown, knowing they were withdrawing from me, and moving closer to each other.
So on my first day at Bay View, instead of wasting my time with the usual hazing rituals of the Stacia and Honor crowd, I headed straight for Miles and Haven, the two outcasts who accepted my friendship with no questions asked. And even though we probably look pretty strange on the outside, the truth is, I don’t know what I’d do without them. Having their friendship is one of the few good things in my life. Having their friendship makes me feel almost normal again.
And that’s exactly why I need to stay away from Damen. Because his ability to charge my skin with his touch, and silence the world with his voice is a dangerous temptation I cannot indulge.
I won’t risk hurting my friendship with Haven.
And I can’t risk getting too close.
six
Even though Damen and I share two classes, the only one where we sit next to each other is English. So it’s not until I’ve already put away my materials and am heading out of sixth-period art that he approaches.
He runs up beside me, holding the door as I slink past, eyes glued to the ground, wondering how I can possibly uninvite him.
“Your friends asked me to stop by tonight,” he says, his stride matching mine. “But I won’t be able to make it.”
“Oh!” I say, caught completely off guard, regretting the way my voice just betrayed me by sounding so happy. “I mean, are you sure?” I try to sound softer, more accommodating, like I really do want him to visit, even though it’s too late.
He gazes at me, eyes shiny and amused. “Yah, I’m sure. See you Monday,” he says, picking up his pace and heading for his car, the one that’s parked in the red zone, its engine inexplicably humming.
When I reach my Miata, Miles is waiting, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, his annoyance