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"Mr. Fisher called this morning," I said.
My mother looked up again. "What did he say?"
"Nothing much. Just that he can't come this weekend."
She pursed her lips, but she didn't say anything.
"Where's Susa
"Yes, but she doesn't feel well. She's taking a nap," my mother said. In other words, Don't go up and bother her.
"What's wrong with her?"
"She has a summer cold," my mother said automatically.
My mother was a terrible liar. Susa
chapter twenty -three
Cam called again the next night, and the night after that. We talked on the phone twice before we met up again, for, like, four or five hours at a time. When we talked, I lay on one of the lounge chairs on the porch and stared up at the moon with my toes pointed toward the sky. I laughed so hard that Jeremiah yelled out his window for me to keep it down. We talked about everything, and I loved it, but the whole time I wondered when he was going to ask to see me again. He didn't.
So I had to take matters into my own hands. I invited Cam to come over and play video games and maybe swim. I felt like some kind of liberated woman calling him up and inviting him over, like it was the kind of thing I did all the time. When really, I was only doing it because I knew no one was going to be at home. I didn't want Jeremiah or Conrad or my mother or even Susa
"I'm a really good swimmer, so don't be mad when we race and I beat you," I said over the phone.
He laughed and said, "At freestyle?"
"At any style."
"Why do you like to win so much?"
I didn't have an answer for that, except to say that wi
Cam came over, and I watched from my bedroom window as he drove up. His car was navy blue and old and beat-up looking, like his hoodie that I was already pla
He rang the doorbell, and I flew down the stairs to open the door. "Hi," I said. I was wearing his hoodie.
"You're wearing my hoodie," he said, smiling down at me. He was even taller than I'd remembered.
"You know, I was thinking that I want to keep it," I told him, letting him in and closing the door behind me. "But I don't expect to get it for free. I'll race you for it."
"But if we race, you can't be mad if I beat you," he >said, raising an eyebrow at me. "It's my favorite hoodie, and if I win, I'm taking it." "No problem," I told him.
We went out to the pool through the back screen door, down the porch steps. I threw off my shorts and T-shirt and his hoodie quickly, without even thinking-- Jeremiah and I raced all the time in the pool. It didn't occur to me to be self-conscious to be in a bikini in front of Cam. After all, we spent the whole summer in bathing suits in that house.
But he looked away quickly and took off his T-shirt. "Ready?" he said, standing by the edge.
I walked over next to him. "One full lap?" I asked, dipping my toe into the water.
"Sure," he said. "You want a head start?"
I snorted. "Do you want a head start?"
"Touche," he said, gri
I'd never heard a boy say "touché" before. Or anyone else, for that matter. Maybe my mother. But on him it looked good. It was different.
I won the first race easily. "You let me win," I accused.
"No, I didn't," he said, but I knew it wasn't true. In all the summers and all of the races, no boy, not Conrad or Jeremiah or certainly not Steven, had ever let me win.
"You better give it your all this time," I warned. "Or I'm keeping the hoodie."
"Best two out of three," Cam said, wiping the hair out of his eyes.
He won the next heat, and I won the last one. I wasn't fully convinced that he didn't just let me win--after all, he was so tall and long, his one stroke was worth two of mine. But I wanted to keep the hoodie, so I didn't challenge the win. After all, a win was a win.
When he had to leave, I walked him to his car. He didn't get in right away. There was this long pause, the first we'd had, if you can believe it. Cam cleared his throat and said, "So this guy I know, Kinsey, is having a party tomorrow night. Do you maybe want to come?"
"Yeah," I said right away. "I do."
I made the mistake of mentioning it at breakfast the next morning. My mother and Susa
Conrad raised his eyebrows. "You?"
"Whose party?" Jeremiah demanded. "Kinsey s?"
I put down my juice. "How'd you know?"
Jeremiah laughed and wagged his finger at me. "I know everybody in Cousins, Belly. I'm a lifeguard. That's like being the mayor. Greg Kinsey works at that surf shop over by the mall."
Frowning, Conrad said, "Doesn't Greg Kinsey sell crystal meth out of his trunk?"
"What? No. Cam wouldn't be friends with someone like that," I said defensively.
"Who's Cam?" Jeremiah asked me.
"That guy I met at Clay's bonfire. He asked me to go to this party with him, and I said yes."
"Sorry. You aren't going to some meth addict's party," Conrad said.
This was the second time Conrad was trying to tell me what to do, and I was sick of it. Who did he think he was? I had to go to this party. I didn't care if there was crystal meth or not, I was going. "I'm telling you, Cam wouldn't be friends with someone like that! He's straight edge."
Conrad and Jeremiah both snorted. In moments like these, they were a team. "He's straight edge?" Jeremiah said, trying not to smile. "Neat."
"Very cool," agreed Conrad.
I glared at the both of them. First they didn't want me hanging out with meth addicts, and then being straight edge wasn't cool either. "He doesn't do drugs, all right? Which is why I highly doubt he'd be friends with a drug dealer."
Jeremiah scratched his cheek and said, "You know what, it might be Greg Rosenberg who's the meth dealer. Greg Kinsey's pretty cool. He has a pool table. I think I'll check this party out too."
"Wait, what?" I was starting to panic.
"I think I'll go too," Conrad said. "I like pool."
I stood up. "You guys can't come. You weren't invited."
Conrad leaned back in his chair and put his arms behind his head. "Don't worry, Belly. We won't bother you on your big date."
"Unless he puts his hands on you." Jeremiah ground his fist into his hand threateningly, his blue eyes narrow. "Then his ass is grass."
"This isn't happening," I moaned. "You guys, I'm begging you. Don't come. Please, please don't come."