The doorknob turns, and Mr. Davis walks in. He looks the same as he did all those months ago at the pool.
"Jeremy, how was your day? My boss almost fired me. But I tell you, I've just about had it at that bank."
Mr. Davis doesn't notice me as he takes his trench coat off and hangs it on a hook. His large black shoes leave scuff marks on the floor.
"Dad, this is Lily."
Mr. Davis turns around, and a bright smile finds his face.
"Oh, well, excuse my manners. I remember you, Lily. You're that girl from the swimming pool. Sorry again that I didn't realize those girls were bullying you."
Jeremy turns to me like I'm supposed to report my bullying shenanigans to him.
"It's no big deal. I'll deal with them in due time," I say.
"Kids these days, they don't even have the guts to bully face to face. They do it through computers and cameras. Well, if those mean girls ever bother you again, you let me know," Mr. Davis says.
"What happ
Our date to the zoo came and went. My mother blew up my phone while we were on our date.Mom: Lily, please come homeMom: Lily, where are you?Mom: Lily, are you there?I call mom to let her know where I'm staying. I haven't decided how long my stay with the Davis family will last."Mom, hi. I went to the zoo with Jeremy.""You're with a friend? That's a relief. When will you be home? We need to get this bullying situation under control," mom says."I'll swing by later to get a few things. But I'm not staying at home. I need a few days to collect my thoughts. So, I'll be staying with the Davis family.""The Davis family? Do you mean to tell me you're spending the night at that pyromaniac's house? He burned a church down, Lily-kins. No, you come home this instant. You stay away from that family," mom barks."I'm not coming home, mom. I'm eighteen, remember? So, I'm grabbing my clothes, and I'm leaving," I say. How does mo
Romance novels are the best medicine for the soul. I never knew I could be in my version of romance. But, this time, it's not a character in a book; it's me having a relationship with another person.Jeremy breaks from our kiss and leads me to the car. The drive back is filled with handholding and Jeremy kissing the back of my hand several times. We don't say much to each other. Instead, we giggle and brush each other's hands together accidentally.Mr. Davis is asleep in front of the tv when we get home. Jeremy puts a large comforter over his father. His glasses are still on his face. I slide them off, fold them down, and put them on a side table.Jeremy carries my duffle bag into the guest bedroom. So, this is my home now for a while. I'll have to buy more clothes for myself later. Glad I have money from tutoring all those grade school kids.I'm sure my mother will come to her senses and invite me home. A part of me hopes that's true. But I can't know fo
The cop cars pull up to Jeremy's house early in the morning. The lights bounce around the room in a spinning red and blue haze. The sirens instantly wake us both up. This isn't the way I imagined waking the morning after sex. Jeremy's arms are wrapped tightly around my waist. It's still nice to know he stayed beside me, despite the cops being outside.The doorbell rings, and the clock says that it's 6:40 in the morning—a knot forms in the pit of my stomach. I turn to Jeremy, who's as nervous as I am. We both know he's on probation for burning a church he didn't burn, creating a record that was never meant for him. The cops are the last thing he needs.The cops ring the doorbell again. Mr. Davis gets up from the couch and turns the television off."Hello, who is it," Mr. Davis asks as he puts the sweatshirt on? He zips up the zipper halfway up his chest."The police, can we come in?"Mr. Davis opens the door slowly. His eyes glow as they get b
Sweat and urine are the two smells stinking up the back of the police car. Sitting in other people's bodily fluids is enough to make me want to heave. Jeremy's hands are cuffed in the car. He stares out the window and watches the trees wave at him in the morning sun. It might be the last time Jeremy Davis sees the sun for a long time.Pretty soon, they will take Jeremy away and hide him forever. There's too much evidence that puts him at the crime scene. Even if I told them everything about Jeremy and where he was last night, I am not convinced they'd fully believe me.It's not fair that Kelly planted the cigarettes. I'm not sure when Kelly got a hold of Jeremy's knives. My guess is she snuck into the Davis' house and looked around for something. I'm not sure when she broke in. Did she do it months prior? How long was she watching Jeremy Davis? Maybe the knife isn't even his. It could all just be a big misunderstanding.The police car pulls into the station. Bef
Officer Reynolds lets me leave the police station, but not Jeremy. Since Jeremy isn't around, Mr. Davis has asked me to leave his house; he thinks having me around is inappropriate. The last place I want to go to is my mom's house. There's too much drama to my name now, and I can't have it affect my dad.As I leave the Davis' house, I decide to do a little investigative research on Jeremy by myself. The Lending Library calls me to its doors. The little post sits like a mailbox on the edge of the street. I open the doors and find three letters inside, all with the initials J.D.Dear Lily,I didn't want to give this letter to you. Letters are the only way I can talk to you. They are the only way I can get my thoughts out. I want to tell you the truth. I'm writing this to you while you're sleeping. You fell asleep quickly after we had sex. But I had to tell you the truth, that Gerald McLaren is dead.I had no part in it. After you fell
By the time I get home, I don't even remember why I was mad at my mother in the first place. Something about bullying and the KAT trio: whatever the reason, my egg situation is nothing compared to Jeremy getting framed.The tv is playing softly in the background as I sneak in through the back door. The news is playing, and all over the news, to my horror, is Jeremy Davis. His mug shots, the photos of Gerald McLaren's corpse mangled and defiled on television. But, of course, I wasn't Gerald's friend, only his tutor. But if Jeremy told me in a letter that Gerald wanted to apologize to me for egging me, and that's why Kelly tried to kill him, then I believe Jeremy. I believe Jeremy right down to my bones.Photos of the murder weapon are shown on the news. I walk past my parents, and like a fly attracted to light, I can't bring myself to pull away. My parents are talking, but it's white noise. I can barely understand the English being broadcasted to me on the screen. Not s
The following two weeks are silent. My patience was being tested. My emotions are like a landmine, waiting to go off. If Kelly crosses my path, I hope she steps on the landmine and hears my verbal explosion. It's about time someone told Kelly the truth that she is mean, cruel, and heartless.I set up a new Instagram account. In doing so, I will do some digging on Kelly with my new username and alias. My fake name isJennifer Smith. It's a generic enough name that I could be anyone. My profile picture is of an orange tabby cat wearing glasses—a fat Garfield-like cat, sitting on a large book. Maybe the book is a dead giveaway that it is really me.My computer mouse gets stuck, and I am forced to use the lousy touch mouse on the keyboard. As I scroll through Instagram, as 'Jennifer,' I see the truth on Kelly's profile. She has photos of Gerald McLaren with a before picture of them together and an after picture of his death. Both are next to each other.
"Lily-kins, are you ready to go?"My mother wakes me up. I don't know what day it is. I can barely remember my own name. It's been an exhausting turn of events. Seeking revenge on my bully is not something I ever thought I would do or could do. I can definitely not discuss my revenge plans with my mom. I could talk about this with a best friend in another life if I had one of those. But there will be plenty of time for that in college. If I can take a bully down, I will know I am prepared for college and being on my own."Ready for what, mom? Can't this wait? I am exhausted. I don't want to go anywhere.""For your braces. Today you are getting them off," mom replies.My mother forgot to tell me about the single most important day of my entire youth. It would have been nice to have this day carved in stone as a holiday. My own personal Memorial Day to commemorate that I no longer have to bear the name ofTrain Tracks. No moreC