"Do I have to wear a swimsuit?" I ask Jana as I sit on her bed, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.
"It is a pool party," she calls, "I mean kickback, a pool kickback."
I grab one of her pillows and set it on my lap. Jana's room is colorful and cozy, and being in here makes me feel happy. She has plenty of pictures, school merchandise, decorations, things that truly make this room that of high school girls. The last time I saw it, she had a mirror hanging on her door where we used to write in lipstick, only because we thought it made us edgy. Now thinking about it, I laugh a little.
Jana comes out in a white bikini, showing plenty. She looks amazing in it, incredibly confident. "Perfect," I call and she waves me off.
"Borrow something," she orders more then suggests and rummages through the same drawer that her bikini came from. "How about a black bottom with a red top?"
I shake my head. "Really, I don't do bikinis."
"You wore them over the summer before—" she stops herself. "Sorry."
I look down to my lap for a moment, not wanting to be a downer. "It's fine. I'll just dip my feet in, it will be nice."
Jana lets a small smile appear. "At least borrow a dress?"
"Sure, and you can pick it out."
Jana scavenges through her closet, shuffling through all of her dresses until she comes out with a cute, white sundress. "It seems like you."
"Alright, I'll change and then we'll go."
I drive us to the pool-kickback and find myself worrying the entire way there while listening to Jana's directions at the same time. We have to recalculate a few times.
I can't help but think back.
I want to give you a tour of the house, Harrison said as we walked away from the kitchen.
I agreed, I just wanted to impress him, Okay.
He avoided the downstairs, as that is where a party was taking place. Harrison led me up the stairs, and I thought nothing of it. I remember looking up at him and he climbs the stairs before me, watching his back. Daphne is going to be so jealous, I thought. I was with the most popular guy in school.
He wanted to show me his bedroom, which excited me.
"We're here," Jana says, which is odd because I am the one driving. "You ready to get out?"
"Yeah, of course. Let's go."
Together we walk towards the house, but instead of going to the front door, we make our way through the side gate and down a pathway along the side of the house. I can hear music, not too loud, and voices talking normally, not shouting, which is different from Harrison's party.
I follow Jana into the backyard. It opens up nicely, revealing a large, curving pool and many people. Some are in the glowing water while others lounge around at a table or on a lounge chair.
I recognize many people from school, from before I left. Taylor and Jordan are swimming, they laugh as someone jumps in, slashing them.
Some people stare at me then turn to whisper, saying something like: that's her, the girl who started the rumors about Harrison. She said that he...well, you know.
I take a step closer to Jana. "They're talking about me."
Jana scans the area for said gossipers. "Ignore them, but if they bother you anymore, I'll hurt them."
I smile and jokingly latch onto her arm. "My protector," I coo.
She rolls her eyes and brings us over to the couple. After setting her things down on a lounge chair, Jana peels off her dress and tosses it to the side. "Move over or I'm jumping on you!"
She throws herself in and when she surfaces Taylor sends a splash her way. I smile and sit on the lounge chair.
"Not coming in?" Taylor questions and I shake my head, no. "Can't swim?"
"I can, I just feel like staying dry for now."
She climbs out of the water and sits on the edge, her feet swimming. "Sit with me."
I stand up and sit down, Jana's white dress pools around my thighs as I dip my toes in first. The water is warm, the pool must be heated. "You and Jordan make a great couple."
She gazes over at him as he sits on the pool stairs with some other guys. "Yeah, I love him so I guess that means something. We've known each other for a while, just never thought about being something more than friends since this year. Do you have a special someone?"
"No, it's just me."
"I thought Jana said you were interested in Daniel?" She questions and I can tell she's messing with me.
I roll my eyes and lean back, using my arms to keep myself up. "I ran into him in the hallway, that's all. Jordan said he doesn't go for any Coldgrove girls anyways, so I guess if I had a crush, it wouldn't matter much."
Taylor shrugs. "You never know."
"You're right. My sweatpants and knotted hair are just too much to resist," I laugh and she joins in. "Maybe if I dressed like you, boys would pay attention to me."
"Like me?"
I nod. "You're a good dresser, and hey, you got Jordan."
It's nice to talk to someone and not have to worry if they hate you or not. I know talking about boys is weird, especially since their touch makes me shudder, but I feel like a teenage girl finally being a teenage girl again. I only have two more years of it after all.
With Mr. Russ, touch was a struggle. He wanted to kiss me, but I wouldn't let him. We tried once a while after, and I started to cry, and I don't know why. It was only a kiss.
"You don't need to dress better to be beautiful, heck, if you did you'd knock us all out of the ballpark."
I laugh. "You're too generous."
Taylor shakes her head. "You know, it's the really beautiful ones that don't see it."
I watch my feet swirl around until shouting catches my attention. Two guys wrestle by the edge, each trying to push the other into the water. Finally, one falls and splashes my dress, nearly soaking it. I stand up and pull the wet fabric from my skin. I wonder if people can see my underwear.
Walking to the chair, I grab my phone and secretly take a picture of my behind. Studying the screen, I realize the outline is visible, but not the pastel pink color.
My eyes drift up when I notice Daniel walking by the other side of the pool. I can't help but peek at his body, his arms, his back, his everything. Even through the shirt, an admirer can admire. He doesn't like Coldgrove girls. You don't like boys anymore, so I suppose it doesn't matter. I guess I never thought it through, that I'll be romantically alone from now on.
This is my bedroom, Harrison said and I walked in. My eyes were busy as he closed the door behind him, busy as he locked it also.
The night carries on and thekickbackmoves inside. Those who swam now have towels wrapped around them, and Trent Watts, the host, is now visible. I didn't recognize his name, but I remember him from just one glance. He was not popular, nor unpopular, sort of like me. I suppose he now has these pool parties going for him, it must have put him on the map.Music plays softly in the background as I curl up next to Taylor and Jana. Trent has the fireplace going, and I wonder where his parents are. We are in the living room, and soon enough Jordan comes in with Trent himself and Daniel. My posture lifts up a bid at the sight of him."What you up to?" Jordan asks Taylor and she shrugs, almost falling asleep against my arm."She's worn out," Jana murmurs and throws her head
I walk into the cafeteria with my backpack hanging from one shoulder, ready to fall off. I catch a glimpse of Jana, Taylor, Jordan, surprisingly Trent, and even Daniel sitting at the lunch table today. In my head, I thank God for it. I like to look at him, which seems stalkerish, but I can't help it. They are schoolgirl thoughts, it's a schoolgirl crush, and it will never happen."Hailey Fonte, you just won't give up, will you?"My eyes freeze at a spot on the floor, it is tiled, white with black speckles. I know that high voice all too well, and I know better than to flee. The cafeteria is silenced by her.Glancing up, slowly, I see her long platinum hair. Her hand is on her hip and her white t-shirt glows with the words: Coldgrove Dance Team.
As I lay on my bed, my phone rings. It's Jana. I answer and hold the device to my ear. "Hello?""Finally," she groans, "you should really answer my texts. Talking on the phone freaks me out.""It freaks you out?"She ignores me. "Something happened between Harrison and Daniel—""What," I interrupt her and swiftly sit up."Should have answered the texts, you would have known about this much sooner," she scolds me, but I could care less at the moment."Just tell me what happened."I hear her take a deep breath. "Jordan heard from Bradley that Daniel confronted Harrison in the l
The sixth-period bell rings, releasing us from the classroom. Everyone shuffles out, eager to move onto the last class of the day. Mrs. Hilliard, my English teacher, says her short goodbyes to the students passing her desk. They chime in my ear as I pack up my things."See you tomorrow.""Goodbye.""Don't forget to revise chapter twelve.""Quiz on chapter twelve is Friday."I sling my backpack over my shoulder and walk past her, but she stops me. "Hailey, you got a great score on your quiz last week, best out of all my classes." She places the perfect score in front of my eyes, sliding the graded quiz across her desk. "Do you have a strong interest in Lord of the Flies?"
I rush out of the locker room and head straight for my car. Harrison is right, I should have never come back. Ditching my last class, I jog to the driver's side and fumble with my keys."Going somewhere?"My heart skips a beat and I jump at the sudden, familiar voice. Turning around, I see Daniel standing at the back of a car, shutting the truck after pulling out a duffel bag with his name sewn on it. It's the track team bag.Realizing my red eyes and puffy face, I turn back and unlock my door. "Yeah, I'm leaving," I mutter and slide in. I shut the door before he can say anything, though I doubt he would. Like some sort of speed racer, I zip out of the parking spot and bolt down the street. My hand wipes stray tears from my face roughly, and I struggle to keep my hands steady on the wh
Instead of slipping through the side gate, this time, Jana and I walk through the front door of Trent Watts' house. Jana calls out, "we're here," and she leads me inside.The lights are dim and we join Taylor on the couch. Sitting across from her is a couple I had seen around school before. They seem to be in a deep conversation with each other, looking into one others eyes, holding hands. The girlplays with the guys, drawing pictures on his palm.Taylor smiles. "Finally, you're here. For a moment I thought you two weren't going to come.""Diddo," I mutter and crash down beside her. She has a glass set on the table in front of her. I can tell it's hers because her berry lipstick is smeared on the rim. I wonder what it is. I wonder what it tastes like. "How many times a month do y
When I first started therapy in Florida, my therapist gave me the idea of journaling. I started a journal and wrote in it for a few months, but eventually, it died off. Most of my entries lacked the topic of the incident—the reason why I was in therapy in the first place—but were about Mr. Russ and my friends in Florida. Though, I suppose they were an escape for me in themselves.With my friends in Florida, I was an actress, pretending that Harrison never did what he had done. With them, I was an entirely different person. With Mr. Russ, I was an entirely different person also. I became so in love with this fake persona that I even created a name for her, well, not created, I stole a name for her. Daphne.Yes, Daphne was my best friend before she turned on me, andDaphne, my persona, did the same.Daph
The four of us attend the football game on Friday, and it is nothing special. Coldgrove High School lost in a close game, but we left happy anyways. Many people gave me dirty looks, some even saying that I shouldn't be here, which was embarrassing in front of Taylor and Jordan. I'm sure they know what happened, but oddly, they don't show an opinion like everyone else. Maybe they believe me, maybe they don't, if they are whiling to be my friends, then who cares. People are free to believe what they want here, in moderation of course.Jana and I say our goodbyes to Taylor and Jordan before heading to my car. We leave later than everyone else, not wanting to sit in parking lot traffic. Once we are in the car, and all the doors are closed, Jana turns to me. "You didn't seem very into it."I wasn't. I hate to admit it, but I was really hopin