With a sigh, I shoved the door open.
Mr. Varner gave me a dark look—he’d already started the lecture. I hurried to my seat. Jessica didn’t look up as I sat next to her. I was glad that I had fifty minutes to mentally prepare myself.
This class flew by even faster than English. A small part of that speed was due to my goody-goody preparation this morning in the truck—but mostly it stemmed from the fact that time always sped up when I was looking forward to something unpleasant.
I grimaced when Mr. Varner dismissed the class five minutes early. He smiled like he was being nice.
“Jess?” My nose wrinkled as I cringed, waiting for her to turn on me.
She twisted in her seat to face me, eyeing me incredulously. “Are you talking to me, Bella?”
“Of course.” I widened my eyes to suggest innocence.
“What? Do you need help with Calculus?” Her tone was a tad sour.
“No.” I shook my head. “Actually, I wanted to know if you would...go to the movies with me tonight? I really need a girls’ night out.” The words sounded stiff, like badly delivered lines, and she looked suspicious.
“Why are you asking me?” she asked, still unfriendly.
“You’re the first person I think of when I want girl time.” I smiled, and I hoped the smile looked genuine. It was probably true. She was at least the first person I thought of when I wanted to avoid Charlie. It amounted to the same thing.
She seemed a little mollified. “Well, I don’t know.”
“Do you have plans?”
“No...I guess I can go with you. What do you want to see?”
“I’m not sure what’s playing,” I hedged. This was the tricky part. I racked my brain for a clue—hadn’t I heard someone talk about a movie recently? Seen a poster? “How about that one with the female president?”
She looked at me oddly. “Bella, that one’s been out of the theater forever.”
“Oh.” I frowned. “Is there anything you’d like to see?”
Jessica’s natural bubbliness started to leak out in spite of herself as she thought out loud. “Well, there’s that new romantic comedy that’s getting great reviews. I want to see that one. And my dad just saw Dead End and he really liked it.”
I grasped at the promising title. “What’s that one about?”
“Zombies or something. He said it was the scariest thing he’d seen in years.”
“That sounds perfect.” I’d rather deal with real zombies than watch a romance.
“Okay.” She seemed surprised by my response. I tried to remember if I liked scary movies, but I wasn’t sure. “Do you want me to pick you up after school?” she offered.
“Sure.”
Jessica smiled at me with tentative friendliness before she left. My answering smile was just a little late, but I thought that she saw it.
The rest of the day passed quickly, my thoughts focused on planning for tonight. I knew from experience that once I got Jessica talking, I would be able to get away with a few mumbled responses at the appropriate moments. Only minimal interaction would be required.
The thick haze that blurred my days now was sometimes confusing. I was surprised when I found myself in my room, not clearly remembering the drive home from school or even opening the front door. But that didn’t matter. Losing track of time was the most I asked from life.
I didn’t fight the haze as I turned to my closet. The numbness was more essential in some places than in others. I barely registered what I was looking at as I slid the door aside to reveal the pile of rubbish on the left side of my closet, under the clothes I never wore.
My eyes did not stray toward the black garbage bag that held my present from that last birthday, did not see the shape of the stereo where it strained against the black plastic; I didn’t think of the bloody mess my nails had been when I’d finished clawing it out of the dashboard.
I yanked the old purse I rarely used off the nail it hung from, and shoved the door shut.
Just then I heard a horn honking. I swiftly traded my wallet from my schoolbag into the purse. I was in a hurry, as if rushing would somehow make the night pass more quickly.
I glanced at myself in the hall mirror before I opened the door, arranging my features carefully into a smile and trying to hold them there.
“Thanks for coming with me tonight,” I told Jess as I climbed into the passenger seat, trying to infuse my tone with gratitude. It had been a while since I’d really thought about what I was saying to anyone besides Charlie. Jess was harder. I wasn’t sure which were the right emotions to fake.
“Sure. So, what brought this on?” Jess wondered as she drove down my street.