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Hot supermodel mistress aside, I would’ve voted for the guy.
“Nothing he doesn’t deserve,” Ryder said.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, not when I technically wasn’t supposed to know the details of the falling-out with his dad. I was saved the trouble, however, when the bell rang and class was underway.
An hour and a half later, I caught up with Amy as she left her first block class.
“If it isn’t Late Amy,” I teased. “You still bloated? Also, wow, that sounds like a pregnancy joke.”
“Ugh.” She groaned. “I didn’t know what to say. That was so awful.”
“No, it wasn’t,” I told her. We were weaving our way through the crowded hallway. For a school that barely had four hundred students, Hamilton High could get surprisingly congested. “Actually, you were perfect. Just do that every time you see Ryder, and he’ll be over you in no time.”
“But I don’t want to do that,” Amy said. “It was so awkward.”
“It was supposed to be.” I looped my arm through hers. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. Just a few more encounters with weird, flaky Amy and this thing will all be done.”
Amy looked like she was about to protest, but then I realized something.
“Crap. I left my toothbrush in your bathroom this morning. You don’t think your parents will go in there, right? And notice?”
“Notice your toothbrush?” Amy shook her head. “I doubt it. They have no reason to go in there. They have their own bathroom.”
“Good,” I said, relieved, as we slid into our seats in Mrs. Perkins’s English class. “I’ve been getting sloppy lately. I left my shoes on the mat the other night, and two days ago I forgot to lock the front door on my way out.”
“Well,” Amy said, pulling out her textbook, “they haven’t said anything to me about any of those things.”
“Yeah. I know. I’m just paranoid.”
“If you’re really that worried about it, we could just tell them,” she suggested. “They won’t care that you’re staying, So
I shook my head. “No. It’ll be too complicated. They’ll want to talk to my mom and … just no. It’s better if we keep things the way they are.”
Amy sighed. “Okay,” she said. “I still don’t see what the problem is, but it’s your choice. A few weeks ago I would’ve said there’s no way we could keep it from my parents for this long, but clearly that’s not the case.”
“I am a magnificent sneak,” I said. “The Russians should hire me as a spy. In fact, for all you know, maybe they already have.”
“You just told me like three things that could’ve given you away,” Amy pointed out.
“But they didn’t!” I declared.
Amy shook her head, giggling.
“I should stop worrying about it, though,” I said as Mrs. Perkins entered the room and began scribbling instructions on the whiteboard. “Your parents figuring things out, I mean. It’s been a few weeks. If they were going to find out I was living with you, they would have by now. I’m probably in the clear.”
Chapter 10
“We know So
So maybe I’d spoken too soon.
It was the next day, Saturday, which meant I’d been secretly living in the Rushes’ house for almost a month. I’d really thought I was in the clear, but when Mr. Rush had asked Amy and me to come talk to him and Mrs. Rush in the living room, I knew we were busted.
“What … what are you talking about?” Amy squeaked. Poor thing. The guilt was all over her pretty little face. She had the worst poker face I’d ever seen.
“We’ve known for a while,” Mr. Rush said. “Contrary to popular belief, my wife and I aren’t totally oblivious.”
“You’ve left a few clues,” Mrs. Rush pointed out. “And we’ve heard you sneaking in at night. You’re not exactly the quietest person, So
“We also seemed to be ru
“Why didn’t you say anything before?” I asked. “If you’ve known …”
“We were hoping you’d come to us with whatever was going on when you were ready,” Mr. Rush said. “But it was becoming clear that might not happen anytime soon.”
I leaned back against the couch cushion¸ pulling my socked feet up and hugging my knees to my chest. I was holding down the wave of panic rising in my stomach.
“So now we have some questions of our own,” Mr. Rush continued.
“Yes,” Mrs. Rush agreed. “Like, So
“I … I …” I swallowed. Come on, So
But the idea of going back to my house made the panic even worse.
I started to stand up, but Amy caught my arm.
“No,” she said. “Tell them, So
Mr. Rush raised an eyebrow while his wife frowned with confusion. “Tell us what?” she asked.
But I’d lost my words. I could always come up with an answer. I had a lie ready for anything. And I’d lied about this, about my mom, a thousand times over the years. It should’ve been easy. But this lie was a little bigger — it involved more people with more potential to poke holes in whatever I said — and I felt suddenly stuck.
I couldn’t think of a lie to tell. Not one that wouldn’t involve more questions. I needed a second to think.
Luckily, Amy bought me a little time.
“She was kicked out,” she told her parents. “She didn’t want to tell you, but her mom kicked her out. So she’s been staying here.”
“What?” Mr. Rush said. “Why would she kick you out, So
I stared at my feet, the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck. I couldn’t see their faces, and I hoped they couldn’t see mine as I shoved out the only lie I could think of.
“Pot,” I muttered.
“Really?” Amy whispered. “You didn’t tell me that part.”
Amy had been begging, in her indirect sort of way, for details of my ejection from my mother’s home for weeks. I’d always changed the subject or said I didn’t want to talk about it or pretended I hadn’t heard her ask. The less I talked about my mom, the better.
“Marijuana?” Mrs. Rush said. “That … doesn’t sound like you, So
“No,” Mr. Rush agreed. “It doesn’t.”
“I … I only used it once,” I managed. “But my mom found out, and …”
“And she kicked you out,” Mr. Rush finished the sentence for me. “Well, I wouldn’t be thrilled if I were her either, but that seems like a bit of an overreaction.”
“That’s why she’s been staying here,” Amy said. “I’m sorry we didn’t tell you two sooner. But can she keep staying here? Please?”
“So
“No.” My head shot up. “No, that’s a bad idea.”
“It’s been weeks since she kicked you out,” Mr. Rush said. “Surely she’s realized what an overreaction this is.”
“We should talk to her. Try to convince her …,” Mrs. Rush began.
But I was shaking my head so hard it hurt. “No,” I said again. “I’ve … I’ve tried. She’s really strict about this stuff. She’s not having it.”
“Does she at least know where you are?” Mrs. Rush asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. I mean, where else would I be?”
Amy squeezed my hand.
“We should still call her,” Mr. Rush said. “Just so she knows for sure that you’re safe and —”
“I’ll do it,” I said quickly.
“Are you sure?” Mrs. Rush asked. “She might want to speak to us about —”
“If she does, I’ll tell you,” I said. “Just let me do it. Please. That is, if you’re going to let me stay here?”
Amy’s parents glanced at each other, then back at me.