UNINVITED

Amanda Marrone

First published in Great Britain in 2007 by Simon & Schuster UK Ltd,

Africa House, 64-78 Kingsway, London WC2B 6AH

A CBS COMPANY

Originally published in the USA in 2007 by Simon Pulse,

an imprint of Simon & Schuster Childrens Division, New York.

Copyright Š 2007 by Amanda Marrone Designed by Greg Stadnyk and Tom Daly

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever

A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

ISBN 978-1-84738-182-8

10 98 765432 1

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Printed and bound in Great Britain by Cox & Wyman Ltd, Reading, Berks

CHAPTER ONE

I close my eyes, hoping he wont come tonight. Its later than usual. I hope hes given up, or just gone, and I can finally sleep. Cool air blows through the window, and I marvel at my bravery. Or stupidity. Its opened just a crack, no more than an inch. But until tonight Ive kept it closed, so I know hell be wondering what it means. I listen for some movement in the branches outside, but the leaves are dry and noisy now. I open my eyes  I have to look. Its better when I see him coming. I put every ounce of energy into listening, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark. I turn my head, grimacing at the sound of my long hair against the pillowcase. I look out my window, searching the branches, wondering if hed still come if I chopped down the tree.

Jordan, are you awake?

My heart races as I hunt for Michael among the branches. His dark form is pressed against the trunk a few feet higher from his usual perch. How long has he been watching me? He drops down, settling in closer to the window, and I remind myself to look for an ax in the morning.

Jordan, let me in.

Go away, Michael. I will never let you in. My voice is steady and calm, without emotion. Ive said these words a hundred times today, so theyd become automatic. So I wouldnt change my mind.

Michael sighs, and I think I see him nodding. He knows Im not ready to let him in. I suspect he knows I think about it, though. I suspect he knows that a part of me wants to.

You dont know how good you have it, Jo.

I dont like where this is leading. This wont be a lets talk about the future night. Michaels missing his old life and hell keep me up for hours if I encourage him.

Did you go to school today? Did anyone talk about me?

I roll my eyes. This is high school, Michael, youre old news. People have found better things to gossip about. I mean, dying in the summer well, your timing was way off. If having people remember you is important, that is. Theres just way too much happening, people move on pretty quickly. Now, if you had died during the school year, that would have made a bigger impact.

God, Jo! This isnt easy for me, you know.

I nod and wonder if his eyes see better than mine. Can he see Im putting on an act, that every inch of my skin tingles when he sits outside my window? Im sorry, Michael, but Im tired. I need to sleep.

But I miss you, Jo. Its not like you think. I cant sleep. I cant sleep at all. Im awake with nothing to do. Nothing to do but think, and miss you.

Ill leave some books outside for you tomorrow. Maybe you can accomplish something you never did when you were alive  you can actually read a book. Or, hey, how about this? You can walk into the sunlight and end this all. Have you thought of that? What would happen if you walked into the sun?

Michaels quiet, and I think he may keep it short tonight  until he taps his foot on my window.

Hows Steve and Eric? he asks. They still playing ball?

Oh God. I turn my back to the window. Ask me something I care about. Your stupid friends are exactly the same as they were when you were alive. They live and breathe football or basketball or whatever stupid ball season it is. They still hang out with their gorgeous girlfriends and they still smash mailboxes after a few too many beers. Im surprised you havent joined them. That was one of your favorite pastimes, wasnt it?

He doesnt answer, and I remember Michael making out with some girl  one hand up her short skirt, pressing her against the lockers  acting like he wasnt making an ass of himself. I wonder how many guys walking past dreamed of trading places with Michael? I know how often I dreamed of trading places with that girl.

So, what, they dont talk about me? Like, not at all?

Hes definitely not letting it go tonight. I think he actually thought theyd worship him forever.

I turn back to the window, but I remember to move slowly this time. Ive seen my cat throw itself against the window trying to catch the birds outside in the tree. I sometimes wonder if Michael will lose patience with me and begin to think of me like that, like a bird. Like his prey. So I move bit by bit because I dont know what I would do if Michael were to throw himself against the glass.

I lied before, I finally say. Everyone talks about you. They actually talk about you a lot. I pause and let Michael think what he will. But theyre not reminiscing. They think you killed yourself. Ive wanted to tell Michael this for a long time, but he was such a mess over the summer, it didnt seem right. But tonight Im feeling mean, and I wont baby him. Besides, he doesnt seem to care about what his visits do to me.

What? Who thinks that?

Everyone. Everyone at school. And Ive been wondering, too. I bite my lip, deciding if I should go on.

Ive told you what happened, he says sharply. You know what I was dealing with. Theres no way I could have stopped it.

Ive been wondering if thats true, but I cant tell him that  not yet. Well, they think you killed yourself and they talk about why you did it. And not just your friends. Everyone.

I let my words sink in. I let him mull over the thought of the entire school ignoring his football record in favor of gossip.

You wouldnt believe the theories that went around. Some were really laughable. Michael was bipolar. Michael only had one month to live. But dont feel too bad, it was purely defensive. People needed to find the flaws theyd missed when you were alive, because if the great Michael Green couldnt handle things, how is everybody else supposed to?

Well, at least you know the truth, he says.

Ive wounded him and catch myself before a satisfied smile emerges on my face. Im long past trying to understand what Michael does to me. Making me wish he were here in my room  in my bed  again, then the next minute making me relish the hurt in his voice. But I wont beat myself up for bruising his ego. Hes made me his prisoner every night, and Im glad when I can get a dig in.

Damn it! he growls, startling me. Im sick of talking. Let me in!

He suddenly shifts his weight and slaps his palms against the glass. I flinch like its me hes hit. I try to shrink away from him and sink into the mattress. God, why did I say those things?

My mouth dries to paper as I suck in the cold air pouring in over the sill. I make myself as small as possible and freeze into place. So far the window has barred his way. But that damn inch. I imagine him with new cat eyes that can see in the dark, noticing the currents of air playing around the opening. Does he know what I did  can he see? Is that small opening invitation enough for him to enter?

Jordan, he croons. Im sorry. Im so sorry. I didnt mean to scare you. I just miss you so much. I just want to be with you.

He jumps down to the ground, and I melt into the bed.

Im shaking, but I wont pull up the blanket. I need to feel the cold; I need to feel something besides the ache I get when he leaves me. I hate myself for wanting him, for feeling flattered its me he haunts every night.

Three months now Ive talked to him through the window. Three months Ive conjured his face from the time when he was mine. I see his chestnut eyes, his brown curls, his white, white teeth, and full mouth. I put that face on over the shadows and imagine we could start over.

But the leaves are falling and soon Michael will sit on bare branches. Moonlight will finally find its way to his face, and Ill see what I know is true: that Michael is a monster.

Im just afraid that one of these nights I might let him in.

CHAPTER TWO

On the way to school this morning, Rachael asked me if Ive always been a head case, or if it was more of a gradual loss of sanity. It was a good question, really. It got me thinking. I mean why would a person of sound mind sit back and let Michael Green hold her hostage every night? Shouldnt I have come up with some sort of plan to get rid of him by now? And, above all, why did someone like me get involved with Michael in the first place?

Of course, Rachael wasnt referring to my nightly confabs with Michael. As far as shes concerned, Michael Greens dead and buried and, as she was already questioning my sanity, I thought it best to keep my mouth shut.

I laughed off her Why the hell are you so scared to pick up the phone and call me, or, more importantly, Danny? question, hoping shed drop it, even though I knew better. Ever since she took Mr. Bells psych class last semester, its been her mission in life to point out all of our supposed issues, and offer helpful suggestions for improvement. She doesnt seem to realize that taking one psych class and spending the summer in the self-help section in the bookstore doesnt qualify her to examine the crap out of everyone.

And why should she care if I blew things with Danny because I was too scared to call him back?

Lisa understood my phone phobia thing. Lisa didnt get bent out of shape if I didnt call. Not that Lisa calls me anymore, but at least when we were friends shed just make a list of things I could do to deal with my anxiety and consider her part done.

I wonder what kinds of lists Lisa is making in rehab.

I wonder if I could call Lisa. I want to tell her what a mess everything is. That I go to school hungover, that I wish I was there with her because Ive lost control of my life, and isnt that what rehab is for? To recapture your control?

I mean, never mind the booze and the pot, just the fact that a part of me gets off on Michaels visits Im sure rates me a room at some facility. But did the actual dissolution of my good sense happen when I met Michael, or when he came back? I used to think being Michaels girlfriend was fate, instead of the dumb luck it really was. And if I d taken that job busing tables at the country club instead of babysitting the twins that summer, its doubtful I ever wouldve registered on Michaels radar.

How was I to know Michael Green was moving next door to Sam and Ethan? I may be crazy, but Im not psychic. And Ive wished a million times Id let Sam and Ethan stay inside watching cartoons the day he moved in, but I just had to see what the new neighbors stuff was like.

All I can remember now is that when the moving van pulled away, Michael came out and stood there on his front steps, and I swear he was brighter than the summer sky. He looked around his yard, taking everything in, and then he turned to us and waved. I all but froze solid in the heat when I realized he was coming over. He hopped over the hedgerow and walked across the lawn, and the boys ran over to Michael  a complete stranger  and started talking to him like he was their big brother home from college!

In minutes they had told Michael all about their parents work schedule, the prissy eight-year-old girl across the street they were secretly in love with, and that they had six cans of fruit cocktail stashed under their porch in case of an emergency.

It had taken me two weeks to get more than one-word answers out of them.

But thats just the way it was with Michael. He was a person who sucked you into his life the moment you met him, and you felt like youd known him forever.

And solemn Ethan  it was like hed found a puppy to play with and couldnt wait to show it off. He grinned this huge lopsided grin and dragged Michael to the porch steps while Sam crashed through the gardens looking for a ball, yelling, Wait! Dont go anywhere, I know theres one here.

I should have yelled at Sam to stop trampling the flowers. But I didnt. I wanted him to find a ball. I didnt want Michael to go, either.

Im Michael. Michael Green, he said, smiling at me like I was something worth smiling about. And these two cant be related to you, not with those incredible blue eyes.

I was amazed that in those few seconds hed noticed my eyes were different from the twins. My cheeks blazed, and I hoped it didnt show through my already sunburned skin. I remember the overpowering smell of coconut lotion drifting around him, and how I wished I had taken more time getting dressed that morning  how I wished I were wearing coconut lotion, too.

Im Jordan, and these hyperactive nine-year-olds are way too coordinated to be related to me. Im just watching Sam and Ethan for the summer.

I couldnt believe how calm I sounded when my heart was racing. How could I talk so easily to this gorgeous creature I didnt even know? I asked myself this question later, but I knew the answer. It was all Michael. He was magic.

Yeah. Ethan laughed. We were hoping wed get some boy to watch us.

Sam jogged up the steps next to Michael. Yeah, she sucks at throwing a ball! He tossed the muddy football hed found over his head and Michael leaned over and snatched it with one large hand.

Go long! Michael barked. He barely moved his arm, but the ball sailed in a straight line all the way over the hedges and crashed into the far side of Michaels yard. Thatll keep them busy for a few minutes, he said, laughing as the twins ran screaming after it.

So, he said, getting up, Ill teach you how to throw a pass if youll show me the hot spots around here. He winked as he picked my book up off the porch swing and sat down next to me. He flipped through the pages, and then tossed it carelessly onto the wood floor. Do you go to North Shore?

The swing was small, and my skin burned where his leg pressed against mine. The coconut smell filled my head.

Um, yeah. Ill be a junior. Any sense of calm Id felt was totally gone. I mean, his leg was right there wedged up against mine, and the pressure was revving my heart and scrambling my brain.

Cool. Ive got a car, but Im in need of a tour guide. Wanna go for a drive later? You could show me around town, or we could just hang out with your friends.

He pushed his feet against the porch, gently moving the swing into motion. I was grateful for the small breeze cooling my face as I weighed his invitation.

How could I have Michael meet my friends? Rachael, with her short black skirts and black stockings, even in the ninety-degree heat. She d fawn over him and tell him all about whomever she was sleeping with  what they were doing in bed, or the backseat, or wherever. I could picture her running her fingers through his thick brown hair.

And Janine and Gabby? Did I really want to subject Michael to one of their drunken sing-alongs to Rent? He didnt seem like the kind of guy who would appreciate a slurred performance of Seasons of Love  or any Broadway song, for that matter.

My friends work nights. Well, Rachael doesnt, but shes, you know caught up in a new romance. But I could show you around. I get off at five-thirty.

It wasnt a total lie, really. I hadnt seen a lot of Rachael lately  not since shed hooked up with that loser. I mean, what kind of normal twenty-year-old wants to hang with someone whos sixteen? And Janine and Gabby were busy working at the country club. I just didnt mention that we usually met after hours on the clubs fourteenth hole to drink whatever Gabby swiped from the bar.

Okay, great. He smiled and rubbed his hand down my thigh. Just you and me. He jumped up suddenly and caught the football before it slammed into the house.

The twins thundered up the steps, jumping all over Michael and trying to snatch the ball out of his hands.

And that was it. I fell in love with him that day  it was so easy. Everything about Michael was easy. He had this electricity around him. God, he dazzled me  blinded me. I didnt see what was coming. How could I not see what was coming? It should have been obvious from the start that Michael was too big for someone like me.

But I didnt see it, and I spent two months with him; two glorious months that Im paying for now.

CHAPTER THREE

I guess the key to regaining my sanity lies in excising Michael from my life again. I know now  well, deep down Ive always known  that these visits of his are not akin to winning the lottery. Theyre a nightmare, and theyre messing with my head. Theyre making me contemplate things I could very easily have kept in the dark shadows of my mind without ever bringing them to light.

And I cant trust myself not to open the window some more.

So Im going to make a list. Lisa would be proud. Well, maybe shed be proud if the list had more to do with the top ten ways to improve my looks, and less about deep-sixing Michael.

Offing your dead ex-boyfriend? Isnt that redundant, Jordan? Not to mention messy! And you have more important things to worry about, you know. No offense, but have you spent any time in front of a mirror lately? I know you dont want to hear it, but your mom and I still think youre a bit too casual about your appearance, and a list of the top ten cosmetics you should be using would be way more appropriate than tangling with a former prom king! Do you still have that list I made you in seventh grade?

I push Lisas voice out of my head and open the vampire encyclopedia I got out of the library. This is my list. Mine alone.

I get a pencil and paper and open the book to the page Id marked: How to Dispose of a Vampire.

Top ten ways to get rid of Michael Green:

1. Submerge in water (bathtub?)

2 Remove the heart (avoid blood splatter)

Yeah, right.

A gust whips under the windowsill, rustling the paper sitting on my bedside table. I shake my head. Making that list was a joke. Theres no way I can pull off any of that stuff, and my heart is beating double time anticipating the jolt I get when Michael pops up at the window. I crumple the paper up and toss it in the trash.

I reach under my bed for the peach schnapps I snagged from the liquor cabinet. I hate drinking stuff this sweet, but one of my mothers stupid Mahjong buddies always brings a bottle, so its not as likely to be missed, compared to one of the eighty-freaking-dollar bottles of wine my stepfather collects. I make a mental note to add it to my list of booze for Adam to replace when he gets home for winter break. I take a couple of swigs, grimacing as it burns its way down my throat.

Lights out. I flop back onto my pillow and pull the comforter up to my chin. Its getting colder every night, and the schnapps is warming only my belly. I reach my hand out to shut the window, but pull it back, wondering which part of me is stronger, the part thats tempted to let Michael in, or the part that wishes hed just disappear? Thats what I really want him to do. If he disappears, I can get on with my sorry little existence and not have to think so much.

I mean, picturing myself drowning Michael in a bathtub or heading out into the night and coming home with his heart in my backpack is laughable. And there are some very compelling reasons to let him in. Just the thought of not having to deal with school or my mothers crap makes the prospect appealing  never mind the fact my life sucks, and that in itself would be enough to seal the deal.

So why havent I let him in?

Rachael shouldnt have asked Haveyou always been a head case? The real question is, when did things get so bad that letting Michael in is something I might contemplate?

Jordan, let me in.

I draw a quick breath and my heart takes it up another notch. God, Michael, cant you at least cough? You scare the hell out of me every time you do that. You need a bell.

Let me in, Im so cold. I miss you. I cant stand being so close and not being able to hold you. You used to fit so perfectly in my arms.

My stomach flutters like it did the first time he kissed me. I start to smile, but realize getting gushy over every little thing coming out of his mouth is counterproductive to clear thinking. I may be waffling about the whole opening-the-window thing, but its not in my best interest to get swept away by compliments. I need to be tough.

Look, Michael, I know this is usually where I do my Go away, Ill never let you in bit, but Im worried our relationship is getting stale. You know, same old conversation every night? Were like some B-listers in a horror movie being overplayed on the Sci-Fi Channel. I really think we need to shake things up a bit, recapture some of the spontaneity we once had.

Real nice! Youre not the one stuck out here every night. Youre not the one whose life was destroyed.

Youre totally right, Michael. Im an insensitive ass and I dont know why you put up with me. Perhaps youd have better luck skulking outside Neela Nelsons window. Shes the one you started dating after me  the very day we broke up, I believe. If youre doing this stalking thing in chronological order, it only makes sense to try her next. Who knows, maybe she lives in a ranch and you wont have to mess with a tree.

Michael sighs, and I look out the window. I can tell hes running his hands through his hair. I try not to think about how I used to play with his curls, or the way my bare skin burned under his hands.

You know Neela doesnt matter. She never did. Its you I came back for. Doesnt that mean anything?

Yeah, well, pardon me if Im feeling more trapped than flattered. I had to blow off working on the fall play, I couldnt join the cross-country team, and I never see my friends anymore because I need to be home before dark! Sorry, Michael, Im just not feeling the love.

You dont need to hide from me. Id never hurt you. Id never force you to do anything you didnt want to do.

A laugh escapes from my mouth. Never force me to do anything I didnt want to do, huh? I guess technically he hadnt, but all the same, having your new boyfriends very large hands shoved down your pants on the first date falls on the forceful side of things, I think. But I didnt say no, I didnt say anything. I just let it happen.

Look, Jordan, lets talk about something else. Hows school? Are you still hanging out with the Diva Twins?

They hated when you called them that. Do you even remember their names?

Uh, Abby and Janine?

Gabby and Janine. And you only remember Janine because you were friends with her brother.

Yeah, Gabby, whatever. But you cant tell me they arent divas. You all but laughed your ass off the first time I called them that, because you know its true.

Well, every groups got to have its hierarchy. Yours had Marnie Shaw and you, of course. And, as Gabby and Janine have the best voices, they get to be the drama club queens  literally. At least they dont lord it over the whole school.

Michael snorts. Like they could. Like youre even into hanging out with them. All you used to do was bitch about them.

We were in the middle of the summer show and they were being, well, divas. He laughs and a smile warms my face. And if youd gone to see the show with me youd know that Bye Bye Birdie doesnt really have a standout female lead, and

And even though there wasnt a real star, they each fought like hell to become one. Yeah, yeah, I remember.

I sometimes wondered if you were paying attention, I mean, musicals not being on your top ten list of ways to spend an evening, unless it was the top ten things worse than being

Dead.

You hate musicals that much?

Id rather eat glass.

Hes laughing, but I feel like Ive been insulted. I try to remember what common ground we had.

Or kiss Marjory Stiles.

Gross, Michael! Stop! Enough, I get it. But to clarify things, the Divas and I do share a lot of interests. Were all in the drama club and we all have parents who could care less what we do or where we are, and they know the people to buy pot from. And Rachael? Well, Rachael and I have a lot in common. Even I have to roll my eyes at that one.

Youre so full of shit! You and Miss Im-in-Desperate-Need-of-an-Extreme-Makeover are worlds apart. I sure as hell could never see why you were hanging around with that Mohawked freak.

Why do I hang out with any of them? Ive wondered that myself. Yeah, we like shows, but Gabby has a mean streak, and Janine, well, shes a little dim and it kind of bugs me that shes never finished a book. Rachael drives me crazy with her endless quest for self-improvement, but bottom line is theyre willing to hang out with me and thats better than being alone. And theres that whole thing about our parents not giving a damn what we do. Its very convenient to hang out until all hours when nobody has a curfew and theres no one to do a breath check when you do stumble home.

Not that I will admit this to Michael. He doesnt need to know that I havent had a real friend since Lisa.

Ill have you know that Rachael grew her Mohawk out over the summer. But lets talk about you. How deep were your relationships? I could tell you were real tight with Steve and Eric. I mean, the way you guys constantly slugged each other in the arm was obviously a sign of great affection. Not to mention your very public grope sessions with various cheerleaders, model wannabes, and jockettes. They werent the epitome of deep, if you know what I mean.

Look, I never said I had anything great going on. Never. Why do you think Im here with you? I dont go to Neelas or Ashleys or Monicas. Im here, here with you. You were the only one that got me, and Ill wait as long as it takes until you admit we belong together.

I want to believe him, I really, really do. But he moved on so fast. How could he if I really was the one?

Of course I was ready to move on with Danny last summer, and if Michael hadnt come back, I would have. But at least I waited ten months before I started hooking up again. Well, hooking up seriously. I dont want to dwell on the other hooking up Ive done. And it doesnt really count since Im always pretty trashed when it happens. But what Ive done is nothing compared to the sheer number of girls Michael was with. I had to watch him laugh and flirt with girl after girl  he didnt even look at me in the halls. How much could I have meant?

Be honest, Jo, what do you have going on thats worth hanging around this lame town for?

I keep my mouth shut because theres no way Im going to tell Michael hes not the only guy that gets my pulse racing, that I get to my Comparative Lit class early so I can watch Danny Douglas walk in, that I hope Ill get another chance with Danny and maybe thats why Im hanging on?

You cant tell me youd really miss your family. I know you cant stand your mother, and your dads, what, three states away? Heard from him lately? Then theres your brother  quite the stellar guy. Who wouldnt miss a big brother whod buy booze for his underage sister and then let her get so trashed she pukes in her room? Are you feeling that love? And lets see Rachael, Janine, and Gabby? They dont even know you, Jordan. They dont even care. Im the only one who cares.

His words slice into my stomach. Its bad enough getting crap about my life from Rachael, but at least shes trying to help. Michaels just trying to cram salt in an open wound; make it bigger, make it fester. But Im not there yet. Im not ready to give up. Go away, Michael.

You know its true. Im all you have. Just ask me in.

Get the hell out of my tree.

I want to shut the window, but Im scared to get too close to him. Ive dreamed about him reaching through the opening too many times. Ive dreamed that when he touches me, I turn to ice.

Get a clue, Jordan. Nobody cares. Im the only one.

What about you, Michael? Do you miss your friends? Your family? How do you feel now that you can never go back? How does it feel knowing everyone is moving on just fine?

Fuck you!

He breaks a branch and throws it at my window. I draw back and watch him jump away.

I count to ten, then reach out and close the window.

Right back at you.

CHAPTER FOUR

I see Rachael standing at the corner waiting for me. She waves, and I swallow hard. Her hair is bright purple. I guess shes forgoing the extreme haircuts in favor of extreme color. Her hair is almost down to her shoulders, and the way the wind is whipping it around, it looks like shes got a sea anemone sprouting from her head. Purple is not a good color on Rachael. I consider being mean and telling her about the under the sea vibe shes sending, but then she smiles, and I remember to feel grateful Ive got someone to walk to school with.

New color, huh? There, that was perfect  a noncommittal acknowledgement of the bizarre new hue that leaves her feelings intact.

Yeah, but whats up with you? You look like hell,

Rachael says as I get close. Dont you sleep anymore?

Touché.

I reconsider the sea anemone analogy, but bite my tongue and start walking. I havent been feeling well, I guess. Our boots click in unison, and the sound calms me. I contemplate telling her that Michaels been visiting me the last three months, and even though I havent let him in, hes sucking me dry all the same, but I know its one thing to look like crap and another to sound crazy.

Well, maybe you should lay off the smokes for a while. Detox your system. You know, like I did that seaweed-and-water-purification regime. It got me back on track, and I can party harder than before.

I think Ill manage okay, I mumble. You know me, not much of a seaweed kind of gal.

Rachael drives me crazy sometimes. If shes not doing her self-help guru spiel, shes pushing some diet or colon cleanser on us. How can someone be a radical vegetarian and not eat two-thirds of the food chain, but still throw back shots, snort lines, and get stoned  thats healthy?

I think I know what your problem is. She stops walking and turns to me. Her eyes are wide, and I can tell she thinks shes on to some life-altering stuff. We talked about it in Bells class on Friday.

Oh, no. I should have known it would just get worse when she signed up for Psych II. I wonder if the administration is aware of how much Mr. Bell deviates from the text so he can play shrink for all the hot girls in class. What I dont get is why Rachaels buying into it. I know she has a thing for all this nonsense, but Mr. Bell taught European history for fifteen years before he switched to psych, and its so obvious hes making half the stuff up as he goes along.

Please, Rachael, not another Bell diagnosis. I start down the sidewalk, hoping to stop this before Rachael morphs into her version of Dr. Phil. Isnt it enough Ive sat through several lengthy discussions about my ongoing battle with social anxiety disorder  like its so out there to have a major problem talking to the jerks that populate our school? But do tell, whats next? Purple-hair envy?

Rachaels boots grind to a halt. I half expect to see clouds of smoke puff up from the sidewalk.

Oh, thats real nice. For your information, Jordan, Ive been getting a lot of books from the bookstore, so its not just parroting back some high school class jargon. Like youd ever dare mess with the sweet, wholesome facade youre sporting. And at least Im honest; at least people arent scratching their heads wondering who the hell the real me is!

Rachael doubles her pace and I have to hustle to catch up with her. So much for the soothing rhythm of boot clicks.

Ive seen Rachaels book collection and find it hard to believe that Reviving Ophelia or Queen Bees and Wannabes would have useful advice pertaining to my real problem: Michael. But I dont want to piss her off any more than I already have. Rachael, Im sorry. Im not sleeping well and I guess Ive really been on edge, and I shouldnt take it out on you. I run ahead and stand directly in her path. Please  youve got to help! Whats my problem?

Rachael stops and scowls. Like youre really interested?

I am.

Fine. Youre depressed. Though Im not sure if you have major depression or this dys-something disorder. Either way, you need help. And for your information, lack of sleep is a major symptom.

Like this is news? Like I havent chronicled my downward spiral into teen hell in my journals?

Im serious, Jordan. Youve got the symptoms.

Im serious, too. I filled out the depression checklist in Mr. Callahans health class last month, and you know what? From the looks on the faces of ninety percent of the class, Id say Im part of a very big club.

Rachael starts walking again, shaking her head. I shouldve just nodded and asked what I could do to help myself. Whenever I piss her off, she comes up with some excuse to ditch me the minute we get in the school doors, and I have to go to my locker alone. Ive admitted to myself that I do have some sort of social anxiety problem, but she knows I know it, and I think it is the height of cruelty to desert someone with my condition.

Rachael, wait! I match her quick strides and wish my legs were as long as hers. My breath comes out in short wheezes and I curse myself for blowing off the cross-country team this season, and for smoking so much pot. Slow down, okay?

She turns sharply and puts her hands on her hips. You know, Jordan, Im just trying to help. You never go out anymore. You never call. Youre like a completely different person. I really needed you last month when Thomas and I broke up, but you couldnt be bothered to call. Nobody called.

Oh, silly me! This isnt about Rachael being concerned because its obvious Im about to self-implode. This is about Rachael being bummed out because I wasnt around to pick up her shattered ego and bring her back into the group.

Gabby and Janine never tolerate her Im-done-with-my-current-boyfriend-so-now-I-can-hang-out-with-you-guys-on-the-weekend-again routine. They like her to suffer awhile, and its always been my job to convince them that Rachaels learned her lesson and deserves to be let back in the fold. Theyd come around eventually, but apparently Ive shirked my negotiator duties, and reassimilation into the group is taking longer than Rachael is used to.

Is she even aware that Ive been missing in action on the weekends for three months, that I only see Janine and Gabby at school? What does she want from me?

Shes still staring, waiting for the expected groveling. Part of me wants to tell Rachael to go screw herself because Ive got enough trouble negotiating the opening of my stupid window with my stupid ex-boyfriend  I wonder what Mr. Bell would have to say about that  and part of me is terrified Ill blow this standoff and end up walking to school alone for the rest of the year. Gosh, I wonder why Im depressed!

Things have been extra screwy at home, I say finally. I look down at the sidewalk, kick some acorns into the grass for effect, and take a deep breath. And Steve has been a major pain. Hes been fighting with my mom twenty-four seven for blowing all his money on things she doesnt need, and I guess Im just not handling it well.

All of this is true, but really, its strictly status quo  nothing to keep me up at night. Im just hoping a little sympathy will help patch things up. Shes still staring and arching her oh-so-pointy plucked eyebrows, so I know Ive got to come up with more, and with only one block separating me from the source of my social anxiety disorder, Ive got to think fast.

And I dont know, I add, doing the big, sad, puppy-eye thing. I just havent been able to shake this mood Ive been in. I feel like Im stuck, and nothing helps.

Having taken Psych I last spring with Rachael, I know that Ive gotten past the admitting-I-have-a-problem stage. I just need to play into her need to rescue others, and make helping poor little me as painless as possible.

And I guess I have been spending too much time by myself. But maybe you could come over this weekend and we could do something. Maybe a makeover and some of my moms dresses will get me out of this funk. We havent done that in ages. I give her a hopeful look. Her eyes light up, and I smile.

Gotcha!

Only if you let me wear the green snake-print dress! Its so bizarre, its cool. Where does your mom wear those things to anyway? she asks, starting toward school. And why does she need so many of them? I mean, really, twenty-odd dresses with a variety of feathers, fringe, and sequins? Your mom is so channeling some Vegas showgirl or something.

We head across the school parking lot with a more relaxed click-clack pace. Disaster averted. And really, as much as Id never be caught out of the house in my moms makeup and clothes, it is fun to dress up. I just need to make sure Rachael is out by  I take a quick peek inside my planner where Ive taped the sunset tables  6:29. Ill need to get Rachael to leave a bit before then, because I have no idea when my dearly departed boyfriend starts hanging around the house.

I wonder if Michael would like the black dress with the slit that goes up almost to the top of my thigh. It would be fun to surprise him. Or maybe the blue flapper dress with the fringe might set a lighter tone for our nightly chat.

Wheres your mom going to be? Rachael asks.

I feel my cheeks burn. Oh, uh, just some christening upstate; one of Steves relatives. Theyre spending the weekend.

Im glad Rachael cant read my mind. What is wrong with me, anyway? It is completely twisted to even contemplate dressing up for Michael. And, as of last night, Im not even on speaking terms with him.

Paging Dr. Bell.

Hey, check it out. Rachael pulls my arm back and points toward the school. Look whos back from a lengthy stay at rehab, and look at the chill passing over the fountain crowd!

I follow Rachaels finger and see Lisa getting out of her fathers antique Porsche. Id started to wonder if Lisa was ever coming back, but there she is, gently shutting the door and nervously scanning the front courtyard. Its weird to see her so tentative, weird to see her taking baby steps across the lot, because Lisa always had this springy bounce to her step.

Her tennis buds and cheerleader friends are perched on their usual spots along the fountains edge, but theyre all huddled and whispery. The moment Lisa steps up onto the sidewalk, all but two of them quickly swing their backpacks over their shoulders and scurry en masse up the front steps.

Oh my God, what are they doing? Im totally taken aback. Lisa was a central figure in that group; I cant believe a stay in rehab would make them shut her out.

Didnt you hear? Rachael hisses, leaning in closer to me. Lisa is a total pariah now. All the überjocks parents have forbidden their star athletes to come in contact with Lisa lest they pick up her nasty coke habit.

I shake my head. What do they think, Lisa was snorting all by herself?

Doesnt matter, Lisa was the only one that went to rehab, so they can imagine their kids are clean.

Maybe Courtney will come through, I say, tilting my head toward the fountain.

Lisa walks over to her doubles partner, Courtney, and Courtneys best friend, Alicia. They appear to be so engrossed in their conversation that they dont notice Lisa standing right in front of them. My God, theyre sitting in Lisas shadow, why cant they at least acknowledge her presence? My stomach pinches itself into a tight knot. I want to rescue her, but finally Courtney looks up and gets this wide-eyed, surprised look, like she cant believe its Lisa and not a solar eclipse thats cast her in shadow. She plasters a big smile on her face and jumps up, giving Lisa the Oh my God, when did you get back? routine.

I guess she doesnt want to blow her chance to be Lisas partner again, because she sure wont make it to the state all-star team without her. Alicia barely manages a tight smile, and they walk awkwardly into the school.

Rachael and I follow at a safe distance. Dr. Deluca greets us as we go in and gives us his daily, Ladies, with a nod and quick check of our eyes. Doesnt he know the people who have taken the time to get stoned before school flush their eyes with Visine and use the side entrance by the gym?

The door swings shut behind us. Rachael mumbles something about her Latin teacher and hooks a sharp left toward the language wing. I want to believe she has actual business with her Latin teacher, but I know this is her way of punishing me for the purple-hair envy comment.

My stomach turns again and I head to my locker alone, bracing myself for hallway anxiety. I know walking to ones locker is a relatively simple thing to do. It is, after all, an extremely common activity that everyone does many times a day, everyday. And by the end of the day it doesnt even bother me that much, but theres something about that first walk through the halls, knowing people are rating my hair, my clothes, my every move. The buzz is deafening as everyone is giving a fresh check on everyone else. It makes my throat close up. When Im with Rachael, Im okay; I can pretend to be like her and not care what anyone thinks. Alone, I freak.

Do I:

A. Focus my eyes on the floor and plow through the halls like Ive got something so urgent to do that nothing else matters?

B. Take furtive glances ahead and make quick eye contact with random members of the student body, despite the looks I may get in return, because after Sissy Burns stuck her tongue out at me freshman year, Ive learned some people just dont like being looked at.

C. Put on the Miss America smile and beam at everyone like Im totally stoked to be here and see everyone?

Or:

D. None of the above; just walk down the hallway like a normal person, because deep down I know that no one cares that Im simply walking to my locker?

I decide option A will produce the least amount of adrenaline and start watching shoes go past. I take quick peeks up so I dont run into any other people keeping their eyes to the ground. As Im rounding the last corner, I hear footsteps coming up quickly behind me. Two arms link with mine and I am enormously relieved to see Gabby and Janine on either side.

Theres just no getting past having friends to walk down the hallways with; it shows the world that even though youve been labeled quiet, or shy, or just plain weird, youre capable of having relationships with other people, unlike the Marjory Stiles of the world who wander around alone, reduced to mumbling into their hands during lunch period because its a better option than talking to the actual lunch being served that day.

Did Miss Purple Mountains Majesty ditch you? Gabby asks.

Yeah. I laugh, hoping to convince them that I am in no way bothered by her desertion. Do you think you two could call her? Shes all on my case.

Gabby whips out her cell phone. Ill call for an appointment at the salon so they can strip that heinous color from her hair! She was just approaching normal, and then she comes to school looking like a freakin eighties refugee. I guess the Goth garb wasnt pulling in the stares like it used to, and she had to kick it up a notch.

Janine pats me on the shoulder. If shes still bent on Monday, Ill drive you to school so you wont be alone in the big bad halls.

Like I care about that, I say, pretending not to know what shes talking about.

Gabby laughs. You were walking down the hall like a hunchback. For a minute I thought you were Marjory Stiles.

So much for that air of important business I was hoping to project. Well, I happen to find high school footwear immensely fascinating.

Never mind shoes, weve got news, Gabby says, eyes gleaming.

Lisa? I say smugly. I love beating her to the punch. It happens so rarely.

Damn, who told you?

I saw her get dropped off this morning.

Gabby is clearly disappointed and drops my arm. Well, did you know that shes no longer the IT girl?

Yep. I nod. Saw the fountain crowd royally blow her off just a few minutes ago.

Damn! she says again. I wouldve stayed back and watched your Quasimodo routine if Id have known youd scoop my poop!

Janine squeezes my arm. I still love you. And since shes an old friend of yours, I was thinking we should ask Lisa to hang out with us, or have lunch or something. Janine drops my other arm as we walk up to our section of peach-colored lockers.

Nice, I say. But you cant really ask someone who just got out of rehab to hang out with people who spend the majority of their free time getting wasted. Unless, of course, youre ready to get clean and sober?

We all laugh and start spinning our locks. Rachael saunters by and leans against her locker, smiling coolly.

Whats so funny? she asks.

Your hair, Gabby says.

Rachaels eyes go wide, and some of the kids around us start snickering. Janine snorts and sticks her head into her locker to stifle a laugh.

Im just kidding. It looks great. Really.

Rachael turns to me, and from the nasty look Im getting, its clear Gabbys not the one shell take this out on. She stretches her spine to her full five-foot-nine Amazonian height and gives me a long glare. Me!

You know, Jordan, I just remembered I have plans for Saturday. Sunday, too.

She flips her stupid purple hair, twists her lock back and forth, and opens the door, pulling out her trig book and calculator. She slams the door and stalks down the hall.

Send Barney my love, Gabby calls after her, cracking up.

Rachael holds her hand behind her back and gives us the finger.

Janine frowns. Whos Barney?

The big purple dinosaur? Gabby looks hopeful.

Enough already! Why do you have to torment her? I ask, trying to figure out how it is that Rachael thinks any of that scene was my fault  unless shes still mad about my earlier dig.

Ill talk to her at lunch, Gabby says. Ill bet the stash I picked up will soften the heart of the warrior princess. And by the way, when will you be joining us for fun and such? Its bad enough you ditched the play, the sets totally suck.

I turn to my locker to grab a book.

Yeah, Janine says, we havent seen much of you lately.

Its just that you guys get out of work so late and Ive been babysitting the twins a lot lately.

Gabby narrows her eyes. Those people go out a lot.

I can tell from her tone that my excuses are ghostly thin after three months.

Yeah, well, their fathers doing a lot of business entertaining. This is a total lie. I havent watched the twins since Michaels reappearance, but until I figure out what to do about him, I want to make sure Janine and Gabby dont think Im blowing them off. The last thing I need is to have them redirect their attention to me.

Aha! The lightbulb goes off over my head. Is this why Rachaels so mad, because Ive never stuck up for her when Gabby is doing her Queen Bee routine? Honestly, Rachael gets enough crap from a large part of the student body. I guess it hurts when your friends are dishing it out, too. And it must also hurt when you know one of your friends is keeping her mouth shut because she wants to fly under the radar.

Ick! I felt much better when I thought I was the victim of an unprovoked attack.

Well, Mark Menducci is throwing a bash Saturday, and youre coming! Janine says. We even got off work!

Im not sure how any of us know Mark, but he has these megaparties and invites the theater group from our school. Its like a teen version of Pleasure Island from Pinocchio at his house: heated pool, Jacuzzis, video games, pinball machines, pot, coke, kegs, and  most importantly  no parents. I still dont remember how I got home from the last party. Of course, that was last spring, before Michael came back from the dead and I was still going out and having fun.

I plaster on a smile and force my eyes into an Oh my God, cant wait look. Dont worry, Ill be there! I need a night out!

What I really need is a good excuse, because there is no way Im venturing out after sunset with Michael lurking around.

Good! Janine says. And Ill walk you to class so you dont have to stare at peoples shoes. Like there are any good ones to look at, anyway.

Later, chicks. Gabby shuts her locker with her hip and heads off in the other direction.

Janine and I round the corner and I see Danny peering into his locker. I wonder if we can sneak by unnoticed.

Hey, Danny! Janine hollers. Look whos here? Jordan!

Danny looks our way and I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I plaster on another smile. Hey, I mumble, rushing past him.

I think he mumbles something about seeing me in class, but its too hard to hear with Janine cackling in my ear.

Whatd you do that for? I hiss as we pass the next set of lockers.

The poor guy is pining away for you. I told you hes in the play  finally someone tall enough to dance with Ashley Hannigan  but its so obvious he tried out hoping to see you.

I seriously doubt that. I seriously hope its true!

Well, its not too late to help with the sets  they really do suck. I wish you couldve done the design.

Me too, but Ill try to get Saturday night off for the party, I lie.

Dannys coming, Janine sings.

Really?

Really! So find a way to be there.

Janine chatters on, but my mind is racing. Maybe I could go to the party. Mark Menducci lives in Sands Point, forty minutes from my house. Michael will be expecting me to be home. Ill make sure Im out of the house long before sunset. Even if he could track me down, he wouldnt risk showing up and being seen by everyone.

Of course, even if I do hook up with Danny, Ill still have to deal with Michael.

God! Why did Michael have to come back?

CHAPTER FIVE

I remember everything about July 6th: the smells, the heat, the sound of the birds in the tree. Every detail is scored into my brain because that was the day Michael came back to haunt me.

The air in my room was sticky and hot, and I was trying not to feel pissed that my mom kept forgetting to get me a new air conditioner, despite six trips to the mall that week. I mean, Michael had been dead for two days, what right did I have to bitch about the heat?

I heard the AC in my moms room humming and thought of heading in there, but decided sweating was better than dealing with her.

As if on cue, she opened my door. Oh, Jordan, youve been moping for two days. You should take this as a sign to move on. Its not normal for a girl your age to have had only one boyfriend.

Ah, so you finally admit you dont think Im normal, I said, hoping for some sort of an apology, or at least some clarification.

My mother just stared, shaking her head. She picked some clothes off the floor and tossed them into my hamper. I dont suppose youve thought any more about doing something special tomorrow? You could invite some friends over; I could get a cake.

Mom!

I know! I know! God forbid you should have a birthday party. Youd think it was a crime being the center of attention for a few hours! Couldnt you at least invite Lisa over? Surely you two can get past your big blowup after all this time? And I, for one, would love to see someone other than Miss Mohawk at the house.

Rachaels growing out her Mohawk. It sort of just sticks out everywhere now.

My mother shook her head again. At least youve shown some sense and havent followed Rachaels misbegotten footsteps. And I still think you could learn a thing or two from Lisa; she knows what school is for. Its to get involved, to be a part of something. I would have killed to have your opportunities when I was your age.

I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from telling her the rumor about Lisa. It was tempting, though, if only to see the bug-eyed look she reserves for whatever getup Rachael has on, but it was too damn hot to get into something else with her.

All I could do was hope that sometime soon shed get over the big Lisa blowup. Not that we even had a blowup, but Mom is a born embellisher, and I guess from her perspective that sounded better than what really happened. Lisa liked cheering and sports, big crowds and hair and makeup, and I loathed all of that. She found new friends; I found new friends  the end. But Moms convinced Lisa dumped me in some dramatic fashion because I dont get what high school is all about.

I think the real reason she was so bent about the whole Lisa thing is that, unlike me, Lisa actually likes my mother and thinks that being obsessed with clothes and makeup is part of the natural order of things. Hell, Lisa thought I was lucky to have a mom who knew what was in style.

I always thought Lisa and I were prime candidates for a switched-at-birth investigation.

But I missed Lisa, too, sometimes. The old Lisa, the one who liked to read the same books I did and imagined fairies swimming in her pool. I even missed those stupid lists she was always making. And Lisas family  a nice, totally normal family  I missed having dinner with them. They actually made a point of eating together most nights of the week.

But I guess things at Lisas house werent too keen, because Lisa left for rehab the day after Michael died.

I picked up a book, hoping Mom would get the hint and leave, but she sat down on my bed and put her hand on my knee. It was all I could do not to cringe. She had that serious look on her face that meant she was about to impart some wonderful words of wisdom that I would find either ridiculous or offensive, or both.

You know, Michael might have stuck around longer if you spruced yourself up a bit. Youre such a pretty girl, you just need a little blush, a little color.

She reached out and ran her long red fingernails through my hair, and I knew she was wishing I would get those highlights shes always talking about.

And hanging around with someone like Rachael probably didnt help. I still cant believe her mother lets her out of the house looking like the star attraction from some freak show. Of course, its probably just as well you werent dating him anymore. God knows he might have pulled one of those murder-suicide stunts. I hope the next boy will be a little more stable. She shook her head. And he was such a good-looking boy.

Yeah, usually its the ugly people that are suicidal. I glared at my mother, wanting her to realize how stupid the things coming out of her mouth were. But she didnt notice. She just got up and started picking up clothes again.

I know I shouldnt hate my mother for having such a warped take on things. It was really hard for her growing up with Grandma Stein, who was a total head case who went through four husbands before Mom was ten years old. But, God, Moms forty-seven years old now; she should have been in and out of therapy and functioning like a rational adult already.

Oh, no! she moaned. This is imported linen, Jordan, she said, waving a wrinkled white shirt toward me, and youve destroyed it by wadding it up on the floor like that!

My mother held the shirt away from her body like it was one of the dead moles the cat is always sneaking in. Not that shed ever consider picking one of them up. Thats my job.

I dont even know if the dry cleaner can salvage this. Eighty dollars wasted because you couldnt remember what a hanger is for! If you cant respect my things, Ill ask you to stay out of my closet, young lady.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, I silently begged. I wanted her stupid, unnaturally pink frosted mouth to stop moving. I wanted to yell at her, I wanted to scream, What is wrong with you? Michael is dead and all you can do is talk about clothes? But instead I said, quietly, Gabby, Rachael, and Janine will be here soon. I need to get ready for the funeral.

Fine! I was heading out to get some wine anyway. Steve and I are going to the Gambinos for dinner tonight, and he doesnt think they rate one of his good bottles. Do you need money to get something for yourself?

No. Janines mom is cooking us dinner.

Janines mother may not care a whole lot about what Janine does, but at least she makes sure theres a hot dinner on the table every night  even if Janine ends up eating it alone most of the time.

I dont know how that woman finds time to cook. Well, just make sure you dont get anything on my dress. She ran her hand down the navy blue dress hanging on my bedpost, smiling at it like buying it was some great feat she had accomplished. Why dont you take a change of clothes? And try some of that new green concealer under your eyes before you go. It wont look green when you put it on; it just neutralizes the redness around your eyes. Youre just like me: You look awful when youve been crying. My mom smiled. And dont worry, I know some boy is probably waiting in the wings to snatch you up.

She gave me a knowing look, like wed just shared something deep, and I used every bit of my willpower to keep from rolling my eyes. The day I am just like you is the day I will do myself in, I whispered after she left. And I have a new boyfriend, at least I think I do.

I hoped Danny was going to be at the funeral. Hed left four messages on my machine. I just hadnt gotten up the nerve to call him back. I thought it would just be easier to see him in person. Of course I knew hooking up with a guy at my exs funeral was all kinds of wrong, but I had figured it was my best shot. I think thats the main difference between my mom and me: I know I have issues, but she just thinks everyone else does.

When I heard the front door shut, I peeked out my window and saw Mom get in her car. Once she pulled away, the grackles that spend the summer in the tree started screeching. I could usually tune them out, but they were hopping around croaking more than usual. I searched the ground until I spotted my cat lounging under the tree, ignoring the ruckus above.

Nutty, go somewhere else! I yelled through the screen. He looked up and blinked, then rolled over and went back to sleep. The birds were going nuts, so I shut the window. There wasnt a breeze, anyway.

I got up and walked over to my bookshelf. I picked up a picture of Lisa and me at Sea Cliff Beach. We were twelve, smiling and trying desperately to look sexy despite the fact that our matching bikini tops were completely empty. Exuding sexiness was on a list of how to get boys to notice us that Lisa had made. Swimming the length of the beach to impress the lifeguards and making the JV cheerleading squad were also on the list.

Lisa swam every day, and after a few weeks the lifeguards not only noticed her, they took turns racing her. I always watched from the beach because I hated the way my hair dried into sticky strings if I got my head wet in the salt water.

Lisa also made the squad, and I would watch her practice from the stands because I was too scared to try out. That was the summer things started to change.

I pushed The Phantom Tollbooth and National Audubon Society Field Guide to North American Insects and Spiders apart, and wedged the gold frame in between.

When Gabby, Rachael, and Janine walked into my room later, they all groaned.

Oh my God! Didnt your mother get you a new air conditioner yet? Gabby said. Its like a hundred degrees in here!

Rachael kicked off her sandals and stretched out on my bed. Maybe shes subconsciously punishing you for leading a boring life and denying her the chance to live vicariously through you. Or shes just holding out for your birthday.

Janine nodded. Thatd be just like her!

Ill take it any way I can get it, and a new unit is better than the clothes shes probably bought me.

Gabby laughed and opened my closet, pulling out a hot pink sweater. Lets see, is this one from Christmas? You havent even taken off the tags. And then theres this horror show. She held up a turquoise shirt with sequined flowers.

Rachael grabbed the shirt and held it up to her chest. Cant you just hear what went through your moms head when she saw this? This shirt is just what Jordan needs to get noticed; maybe it would even inspire her to try out for the cheerleading squad or run for class president!

Hey, I have that shirt, Janine said.

Gabby smirked. I know.

Like I said, an air conditioner would be great.

Rachael picked up the book off my bedside table and waved it in front of her face. Man, dont you have a fan or something? Its almost too hot to smoke in here.

Gabby took a bag of joints out of her purse. Its never that hot.

Rachael flicked a lighter and Gabby took a deep drag. She exhaled and passed the joint to me.

I sucked in and caught a spark before it hit the rug. I hate doing this in here, I said, forcing the smoke to stay in my lungs. I let out a big breath. Ive imagined my mother coming home and catching us and launching into the drug speech she used to give Adam.

Get real! Your mom cant say a thing to you. Gabby laughed. Your brothers been getting openly wasted in the house for years and she hasnt tried to stop him. Unless the speech was supposed to guilt him into quitting.

Yeah, well, hes not here this summer, and if she finds out I smoke Ill have to listen to her where-did-I-go-wrong routine for the next hundred years.

Rachael threw her hands up in the air and shook her head. We didnt have all these drugs when I grew up, she said in a high, prissy voice. What do I know about marijuana? If only you were on antidepressants! That I know!

Gabby nodded. God forbid shed have to do some actual parenting!

God forbid she gets rid of the pharmaceuticals in her bathroom, I said.

Janine sat up and wiggled her eyebrows.

Dont get any ideas! We just raided them.

Hello? Its been over a month. Janine pouted.

I shook my head. Too soon.

She doesnt keep track of them, Rachael said.

Well, theyre getting low, well have to wait until she gets some refills.

Gabby rolled her eyes and handed me the joint. Youre such a wuss!

I took a deep drag and felt that stupid, stoned smile creep onto my face. I dont even know why Im doing this, I hate this feeling, like someone shot my brain full of novocaine.

Gabby laughed. No ones putting a gun to your head, Jordan.

Uh, thats a poor choice of words when were about to go to a funeral, Rachael said.

My stomach gave a nasty turn and my heart beat faster. I was getting totally faced just before Michaels funeral. Id have to talk to his parents, tell them I was sorry about Michael. Oh God. His mother! Her nasty little dark eyes glaring at me. I didnt think I could face her. Mrs. Green always narrowed her eyes into the smallest of slits that cut right into me, like she knew what we were doing up in my room, and she was sure itd been all my idea. I imagined the look of disgust on her face as she realized one of the girls who screwed around with her only child  her dead child  had shown up at his funeral wasted.

Part of me wished I had the courage to tell her how much I loved him. That he was my first love. That being with Michael made me feel like I mattered for the first time.

Of course, theres the other part of me that wished I could tell her that I was perfectly happy getting action above the waist until Michael had grabbed my wrist and put my hand down his unzipped pants  and then her darling boy had put his large hands down mine. And, hell, part of me wished I could tell her that once you get your hands down there, you can never go back.

So, Janine said, finally breaking the silence. I bet the church is going to be packed. And did you hear theyre going to have, like, six counselors at school to help with the grieving process.

Gabby snorted and choked as smoke sputtered out of her mouth and nose. Ill bet half the kids at school are thanking God Michael wont be back this fall to lead the Asshole Patrol around.

Uh, the Asshole Patrol? I asked. Whats that supposed to mean?

Oh, I forgot, Gabby said, placing one hand over her heart. You loooooved Michael. Well, get a clue, Jordie-pie, Michael was an asshole and you just couldnt see it because you spent a couple of months in a horizontal position with him up in your bedroom. Unless, that is, you preferred to be on top?

I always prefer to be on top! Rachael interjected.

Cut the crap, you two, Janine said. And my brother happens to be a member of the so-called Asshole Patrol youre talking about! The guys dead, so lets, like, drop it.

Whatever. Gabby jumped off my bed and headed to my bathroom. But the guy was a major asshole, and you know it! She shut the door and then opened it again, glaring at us with wide eyes. And your brother is, too!

She slammed the door, and I shook my head. Why is she even going?

Are you serious? Rachael asked, lowering her voice. She just wants to rip on everyone wholl be there. Its what she lives for. I read about it in this book. People like Gabby get off on putting everyone else down.

That made sense, I thought. Gabbys greatest pleasure was her running social commentary on the haves and have-nots. She spends lunch period analyzing kids  what theyre eating, how theyre eating it. Shes even invented a food pyramid to go along with the schools social hierarchy, like only the bottom feeders openly eat things like egg salad or bologna. And she has a list of superthin girls who eat huge lunches before they head to the bathroom. She waits for them to get up from the table so she can start making puking noises.

Gabby makes me kind of nervous. I always try to leave the cafeteria after she does so she cant say anything about me. But I thought Rachael was right, a funeral would provide scads of sobbing cheerleaders and stoic jocks for Gabby to build a new routine around. Not to mention the nobodies wholl show up, hoping to pass themselves off as close friends of Michaels.

That got me wondering what Michaels friends were going to say about me. Michael and I were only together for a few months, and its not like Michael did more than grunt in my direction this past year. What would they say about me when they rehashed the funeral tomorrow?

Okay, I told myself. I have as much right to be at that funeral as the dozens of other girls Michael plowed through in his short time at North Shore High School.

But I could still hear Marnie Shaws nasal voice explain her theory of Michael and me in the bathroom one day. It was one of those rotten cosmic timing things. I walked into the girls room at the end of the science wing during classes, when you can usually pee without the hair nuts hogging the sinks or the Stagano twins harassing someone. Marnie was in one stall and her friend Neela in the other. I could hear a ballpoint pen scraping against the wall, and cigarette smoke was drifting up toward the vent.

God, Im so psyched Michael dumped her. Ive been trying to get in his pants all summer.

Marnie laughed. You didnt think it was going to last, did you? She was just the first warm body he met. Its not like shes a skank or anything. Shes just a nothing; Michael didnt know any better.

I knew I was the nothing Marnie was referring to. And, knowing Neela, she was going to go after Michael with leechlike ferocity. When the toilet flushed, I flew out and back to class. So much for the A-wing bathroom at sixth period.

At least I was Michaels first nothing.

I turned to Rachael and Janine. I am too stoned to go to this thing. I cant face Michaels parents and all the teachers who will be there. I can just picture Mr. D stationed at the door looking into everyones eyes like he does at school.

Janine leered at me. I think what you mean is youre not stoned enough! And Mr. D will just think your eyes are red because youve been crying.

She handed me the stub of the joint, and like an idiot I took another drag, burning my fingertips.

Cursing, I snuffed the roach out and stared at Janine, wondering how she could get so wasted and still be able to drive her car. I tried driving stoned once  well, I was pretty drunk, too  and Im still amazed the only thing I hit was the neighbors hedge. Ive always wondered if Mrs. Marx saw the leaves and branches sticking out of the front bumper before I picked them out the following afternoon. Good thing my mom and Steve arent morning people.

But Janine seems to have no problem driving under the influence. Shes our designated drunk driver  literally. I know getting into a car with her is extremely stupid, but shes so confident, and shes never even nicked so much as a small shrub, much less a hedge.

We need to get some plastic bags to sit on, Janine said. I left the top down last night and the seats got soaked in that storm.

She stood up and turned around, shaking her wet rear in our faces. Rachael and I burst out laughing, like you can only do when youre stoned.

You guys liked Michael, didnt you? I asked when we were quiet again.

He was hot, Rachael said, shrugging. She got up and grabbed some hair gel off my dresser and ran it through her spiky hair. I wouldnt have kicked him out of bed!

Janine shrugged. He never said much to me, but I guess he was okay.

Gabby opened the bathroom door and cleared her throat. I had an epiphany while I was sitting on the crapper.

Janine raised an eyebrow. In English, please?

That was English. Anyway, while I was sitting there contemplating the mold on the tiles, I decided it would be a colossal waste of time to go to the funeral of a guy we thought was a waste of oxygen. Well, all of us that didnt have a chance to sample the dearly departeds goods, that is. I say we blow off this farce, purloin a bottle of your moms cheap vino, and head to Rachaels, where theres central air.

Janine rolled her eyes. Purloin? Farce? I know thats not English!

Youre right, theyre French origin, Rachael said. And Im up for skipping it, too. But, I think this is Jordans call.

Gabby held her hands out, tipping them up and down like a scale. Boring funeral with teachers present wine and movies?

I loved Michael, but at that moment the thought of skipping out on his funeral filled me with relief, and since it was Gabbys suggestion, I didnt have to feel so guilty about it. Wine and movies!

* * *

Janine nudged me later that evening, and I half opened my eyes. Home? I asked, wishing we could just drive around some more and keep listening to the song blasting through the speakers.

Yeah, youre in luck; looks like your mom and Steve are still out. Janine turned down the volume. Do you need help getting in? she asked. Do you have your key?

I nodded. I can do it. The air conditioning was blowing hard and I knew it would be awful getting out into the humid night air. My shorts were cold and damp against my skin: I wished Id remembered to get a bag to sit on. I wished Janine could remember to put the car roof up at night. I reached out and pulled up the handle and leaned into the door. I stumbled out and bumped the door shut with my hip. I swayed a bit in my driveway and watched Janine drive off.

I fumbled through my purse for the key and lost my balance, slamming down hard onto the driveway. Crap! I sat up and brushed away the small pebbles sticking to my hands. I dumped my purse out onto the pavement; lighters, brush, tampon, change  no key. I stuffed everything back in, trying to remember if I was the last one home and if I might have left the door unlocked.

I stood up and held on to the side of Steves car, waiting for some semblance of equilibrium. A drop of sweat rolled down my brow and I wiped it away. At least my mom wasnt home yet. I hate having to pretend Im not trashed.

A warm breeze snaked its way slowly by and I smiled, breathing in the honeysuckle that grew along the driveway. How many years had it been since Lisa and I had pulled the stamens out of hundreds of blossoms for just one drop of nectar? And what had become of us? I spend a great deal of time getting wasted, and Lisas in rehab.

I leaned back on Steves car and breathed deep, wanting to remember summer days with Lisa. Things were so easy then.

Oh, God. Coconut.

I sat up, feeling icy cold. I smelled that overpowering coconut lotion that Michael used to wear. The hairs on my arms and neck stood up, my heart pounded. Sickeningly sweet coconut permeated the air.

My head cleared and I bolted for the door. With each breath I drew in that scent, wondering how was it possible? Michael was dead, but I knew without a doubt he was near. Somehow he was out there. In my yard. Close. I fell onto the front door and turned the knob, thanking God it was unlocked. I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me before pulling the deadbolt.

I stood in the entrance hall, breathing in the stale, moist air as I looked into the dark rooms on either side of me. I smelled the two-week-old day lilies rotting in their vase on the entryway table. I smelled the old perfume that clung to my mothers coats in the open closet. No coconut. I counted ten breaths, and then slowly turned back to the front door, squinting out the black windows.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. God, I can be so stupid.

Someone probably dropped a bottle of suntan lotion in the street, I thought. Janine probably ran over it. That was the smell. I walked to the door and checked the deadbolt. I peeked out and saw my purse lying in the driveway.

Shit.

Just get a grip and go out and get it, I told myself, but I just stood there frozen. I decided to let my mom bring it in when she and Steve got home. Better to get a talking to about leaving valuables on the ground than to go back outside.

I turned and started up the stairs feeling wobbly again. I went into my room, pulled my shirt off, and flopped onto the bed. My stomach churned from too much wine and ranch dip. Why do I do this? I hate going to bed feeling like Im going to puke.

The air was so sticky. Sweat trickled down my chest and soaked into my bra. I looked up at the window, still closed. I groaned, remembering the grackles.

Stupid birds! I thought, sitting up. Stupid freaking birds with no purpose but to torment me. Why couldnt bluebirds be nesting in there?

I sat up on my knees and lurched toward the window, fumbling for a grip on the sill. I grunted as I slid the pane up.

Coconut.

Jordan.

I screamed and rolled off my bed, landing on the floor.

Help me, Jordan. Let me in.

A dark figure was perched in the branches outside my window. I knew that voice.

Michael.

Who are you? I asked, though every part of me already knew the answer.

Its me, Michael, he moaned. Help me, Jordan. Please, help me. Let me in.

I slowly pushed myself away from my bed, never taking my gaze away from the dark window. I couldnt see a damn thing, though; it could have been anyone. But I knew it wasnt.

Michael? I squeaked out, half hoping this was some kind of joke, because how could Michael be sitting out there in the dark?

Jordan, help me. Open the window. Let me in.

He sounded so sad, so scared. I wondered if it had all been a mistake, the newspaper articles about Michaels suicide, how they found his body with his throat cut? But how could it be? Thered been a huge investigation; all the local news channels had covered it. They thought hed been murdered at first, but then there was no sign of a struggle, no other footprints, no other fingerprints on the knife.

I stood up slowly, rubbing the rug fibers off my sweaty arms. Part of me wanted to go to Michael, and part of me was terrified hed come crashing through my screen.

What is going on, Michael? my voice rasped out. Everyone thinks youre dead. They had your goddamned funeral today! I took a step toward my bed, trying to get a look at him. Was he a ghost?

Why werent you there, Jordan? Why werent you at my funeral? I stood outside my house tonight. I couldnt sense you. You were never there. I went to my house to see if you were at the party they were throwing. Im fucking dead and my parents break out the chips and soda for all my friends! But not you; everyone but you.

Then he started to cry. I couldnt believe it. Somehow Michael Green was sitting outside my window. Michael Green was sitting in my tree crying like a baby. My head was spinning.

Michael, Im sorry, but what happened to you? How can you be here?

This thing attacked me, Jo, he sobbed. It jumped me from behind. Out of nowhere this thing comes flying at me. I couldnt fight it off, it was so strong. So strong. It cut my throat before I knew what was happening.

Michael started sobbing again. My eyes felt wide and dry, and I forced myself to blink.

It was laughing, drinking the blood pouring from my neck, and I couldnt move. It held me in its arms just lapping it all up. I wanted to scream and puke but the fucking thing cut my neck. Do you know what its like feeling your lungs fill up with blood and not being able to scream?

I stepped back until I brushed against the wall. It felt cool on my skin, and I wished I were farther away from the window. I wanted to be very far away, not listening to this. I wanted to scream at him to get away from me, from my window, but I just stood there wishing this were all a nightmare. Knowing it wasnt.

Jordan, let me in. Im so cold.

Michael, I whispered. I cant believe this. Its not possible.

Let me in, he growled, and you can feel the scar on my throat. Its thick and white and I catch myself rubbing it. I rub it and pinch the skin with my fingers wondering how my neck put itself back together. And my body doesnt work like it used to, Jordan. Sometimes I start breaking apart, turning to mist or fog or whatever, and have to use every fucking ounce of energy I have to stay in one piece. Let me in and you can see! Help me figure out what I am.

But they said you were cremated, I said, trying to shoot down this whole crazy story. They were going to bury your ashes today.

Yeah, he laughed. The wonderful, compassionate prick at the funeral home probably filled my urn with kitty litter. I wake up on this slab, and I dont know where the hell I am, and I can barely feel my arms and legs Im so cold, but Im happy, see, because I thought I was dead. I dont think Ive ever been so happy, and I sit up, and I look around and see where I am, but Im still happy because I think its a miracle I survived that lunatics attack.

Hey, I called out. And Im so happy my lungs arent filled with blood, and there is actual sound coming out of my mouth. Hey, theres been some sort of mistake.

And you know what? The guy isnt so happy to see me. Hes not looking at me like its a miracle; hes looking over at me like Im a piece of shit. Damn, he says, I had a feeling about you; I should have been prepared for this. And then he looks around all wild like, and grabs this huge needle and starts waving it at me, pointing to this door with his other hand. Get out! he says. I wont deal with your kind. Get out of here and do everyone a favor by getting the hell away from here.

Michael was crying again, and I realized I was rubbing my skin raw rocking back and forth against the grit my mom had put in the paint to give the walls some texture.

But then, Michael continued, I dont move or anything, cause I dont understand whats going on, and the son of a bitch lunges at me with the needle. Get out of here! he screams, so I jump off the table, but my legs arent working real good, and I wipe out on the floor. Im lying there naked and the son of a bitch kicks me, screaming at me to get out. So I did. And I came to you, Jordan. I knew out of everyone youd be the one to help me.

But I cant, I stammered. I dont know how.

Dont let me down again, Jo. I dont think I could take it if you let me down again. You owe me. But you have to open the window. You have to ask me in.

Then it clicked. The blood, the invitation.

Id seen enough horror movies to know why Michael didnt come crashing through my window I knew hed figured it out, too, and I sure as hell wasnt going to invite a vampire in; the idea was absolutely ludicrous. It was a death wish.

I have to laugh now  I was so sure Id never let him in. But how many times have I played out the scenario in my mind since that first night? How many times have I imagined opening my window and letting Michael take me away from all the crap in my life? And how many times have I sat on my mothers bed, slowly shaking a bottle of Valium back and forth,, staring at the little pills as they clicked and clacked in their brown container, thinking how nice it would be to just sleep and not have to deal with anything.

It really wasnt such a ludicrous idea after all.

CHAPTER SIX

I take my seat behind Paul Grubrick, whose six-foot-something frame makes an excellent cover when I dont feel like contributing to the class discussion, and I can avoid making eye contact with Danny when he shows up. I have to be careful because, as much as Id like to take Janines word that Dannys still interested in me, Janine is famous for reading too much into things, and I dont want to humiliate myself.

Mr. Pappas walks in and slaps a stack of papers on his desk. People, you disappoint me. Hes shaking his head, frowning at the essays we handed in last week. Youre supposed to be the best and the brightest in the school, yet I find myself holding a plethora of papers filled with banal insights and shaky grammar. And might I remind some of you that not liking Pilgrim at Tinker Creek does not give you a free pass for marginal work.

I exhale, thinking my papers okay. I thought the book was cool. I liked the way the author spent all this time alone hanging out with nature and avoiding all the nonsense that comes from living with people.

When I read it a month ago, I actually fantasized about Michael and me running away from this suburban hellhole to the wilds of Canada. The book takes place down south, but I thought Canada sounded more remote. I even pictured some English class reading my book about it someday: A Year in the Yukon with Michael!

It was a short-lived fantasy, though. The night I asked Michael what hed think about living in a rustic cabin by a stream or lake, he said it sounded like a total snooze fest  worse than sitting through a musical. Seeing as vampires cant cross running water or swim, lakeside living was probably a bad idea, anyway.

Mr. Pappas looks up at the ceiling, spots a pencil hanging in the acoustic tiles, and hops up on his desk to pull it loose. Ive never understood the appeal of lodging a pencil into the ceiling, he says, jumping down. Ah, the machinations of a bored mind. And I hope you all remember that machination will be on next weeks vocabulary test.

He checks out the people heading in late. Mr. Douglas? Definition please!

I peek around Paul Grubrick and see Danny walking in with Sara LaRue. Sara hurries to her seat, looking immensely relieved that she didnt get called on.

Uh, definition? Danny asks.

Mr. Pappas looks up at him with his eyebrows raised. Yes, Mr. Douglas, the word is machination.

Uh  uh  okay, he stutters. He has the cutest way of stuttering when hes nervous. Machination, a scheme or plot for, uh, an evil end.

Very good, Mr. Douglas. Now, take your seat and try to be on time tomorrow.

Danny starts shuffling to his desk, then pauses. Uh, actually, Mr. Pappas, unless someone intended the pencil to fall out and injure someone, Id say stuffing it into the ceiling tiles is more an act of stupidity

The class laughs, and Mr Pappas smiles. Nobody has to worry hes going to get mad at being corrected, like some teachers would. Mr. Pappas isnt like that. I have to agree with you, Mr. Douglas. Truth be told, I just couldnt think of a better segue into our next two books  plays, actually. Well be leaving Thoreau and Ms. Dillard behind to examine the inner workings of some troubled minds. Mr. Pappas places the pencil on his desk and points to a stack of books on the windowsill. Mr. Douglas, why dont you and Miss Shaw pass out Hedda Gabler and Othello while I hand out these papers. Ive noted on a few of these that a rewrite is required, and one of you will find a note suggesting that he actually read Ms. Dillards book.

A collective groan goes out as Mr. Pappas starts making the rounds.

I watch Danny walk to the windowsill and grab a pile of books. Hes really tall, basketball tall, and really gawky when he walks. The basketball coach used to harass him about joining the team freshman year, until he saw Danny shoot hoops in gym class. But when hes running hes amazing to watch. All his muscles just click and start working right.

Mr. Pappas clears his throat and I lookup. He shakes his head and frowns as he leaves my paper upside down and moves on. What now? I glance sideways at Gina Naples, but shes too engrossed reading the comments on her paper to care about mine.

I flip it over and start to shake. Theres no grade. None. Just a big red SEE ME scrawled across the top. What the hell does that mean?

I start reading my paper trying to figure out whats wrong.

Heads up! Danny drops Hedda Gabler on my desk and smiles at me. Miss you at practice. Uh, Coach is trying to get a winter track thing going, you should, uh, try out for it.

Yeah, maybe, I mumble, my cheeks firing up.

Miss you? Does he mean he misses me, or the team misses me? What does he mean? I wonder if it is possible to implode?

I turn back and watch him hand out a few plays, and wish I couldve gone out for the cross-country team. I remember when he started running with me at practice. Man, I had to hustle to keep up with his long legs. Then he started sitting with me on the bus rides to our meets, and one time we found this really cool moth stuck against the side of the bus, and I told him I had a thing for insects, which is not something Ive shared with a lot of people. I discovered early on that most people do not find insects as fascinating as I do. Most people find insects repulsive, and when they find out you have a thing for six legged critters, they find you repulsive as well.

But I got brave and told him about the hissing cockroaches I used to have. My dad sent them to me from South Carolina when I was ten. My mom freaked. Your fathers sitting in some fancy beach house and sends giant bugs to my home. Who the hell does he think he is! But I got to keep them because she didnt want to give him the satisfaction of knowing it pissed her off. I sometimes think the only reason he sent them was to get to her.

But they were so cool; these huge, fat, shiny cockroaches that hissed when I picked them up. Lisa even got used to them, and one day we put them in the tub just before her brother was going to take a shower. We laughed our asses off when her soccer star brother screamed like a girl over a few roaches in the tub.

When the last one died, my dad said hed send some more, but he never did. I guess he figured it wasnt worth the hassle if my mom wasnt put out.

But Danny didnt look at me like I was some nut job for having cockroaches as pets. He got all excited and told me about the ant farms hed had all over his room when he was a kid. Hed had nine of them connected with plastic tubing. And it turned out wed both read this ant book by this Cornell University guy. We were in some sort of geek heaven on those bus rides. Id even stopped mooning over Michael. All I was thinking about was Danny, wondering when he was going to make the move I was sure he was going to make.

He finally did at the end of the year track party at Melissa Smiths house. It was different from the usual parties I go to: no booze, no smokes, just barbeque and soda. I didnt really want to go because I couldnt remember being at a party without being wasted. Well, not since seventh grade, anyway, and I really didnt hang out with anyone on the team outside of practice. But I knew Danny was going to be there, and if nothing happened that night, I would have to wait until school started again to talk to him.

The party was actually fun, and I realized how nice it was conversing with people who were of sound mind and unaltered states. I almost started thinking this could be a new thing for me. Sobriety.

A bunch of us were hanging out in a gazebo, and somehow Danny and I had managed to sit next to each other. I needed to go to the bathroom, but I didnt want to lose my spot. Finally the crowd started to thin out as people got up to get a soda or go swimming, and it was just Danny and me sitting under these small twinkling lights. It was so nice being with him, talking about books wed read and bands we liked. And then he just leaned in and kissed me.

God, my heart was pounding. Then about half the team came running up the steps, talking and laughing.

I looked up at his face, at his big gray eyes, and felt so light and so good. We just sat there holding hands until his mom came and picked him up.

He called me after that and left three messages, and maybe if Id been home any one of those times and answered the phone, everything would be different now. I wanted it to be different, because since Michael and I broke up, all Id had were a bunch of what Rachael calls flybys. And I hate the flybys: guys I start making out with at a party just because every once in a while I need some human contact. I need to feel like someones noticed me.

But it always goes further than I want. I want to say stop, but its just easier to go with the flow, go all the way. Its just easier not to return the phone calls from the ones hoping for a repeat performance.

But Danny was different, and I blew it. I was too scared to return his calls, another charming facet of my social anxiety disorder. I panic thinking someones mom or older sister will answer the phone and I wont know what to say. I figured we had the whole summer ahead of us, but then Michael came calling and summer was over.

I turn around and look at Danny. Damn! Hes at his desk smiling at me. I whip my head back to the front.

I never told Michael about the cockroaches.

Interested? Marnie Shaw is staring down at me, waving a copy of Othello.

How long has she been standing there? My cheeks feel like embers.

Hes taken. She smirks. He was all gropey in the hall with Sara, thats why they were late.

Taken? Sara? When did that happen? I am going to kill Janine!

I reach out and Marnie hands me the book. Better luck next time, she says, and moves on.

At least Michael wants me. At least Michael didnt give up on me.

I am so twisted.

When the bell rings, I jump out of my seat. I want to get out of the class as soon as possible. I dont want to think about Danny, and I dont want to talk to Mr. Pappas about my paper. I dont give a damn about my paper.

Jordan, Id like to speak to you, Mr. Pappas calls out.

Great! I take a deep breath, turn around, and push my way past the kids heading out the door. My cheeks are burning again.

Have a seat, he says as he closes the door.

I have French class second period, I say, hating how my voice came out several octaves too high.

Actually I talked with Ms. Chubb, and she thought what we had to talk about was worth missing a bit of class.

So I sit, clutching my binder to keep from visibly shaking. What is going on?

Mr. Pappas sits on the front of his desk and smiles at me. I know he is trying to put me at ease, but he must see that Im about to lose it any second now. Why cant he leave me alone?

Jordan, Ive noticed something about the two papers youve handed in. Each time they were due, you were absent the day before. No big deal, perhaps, but I wanted you to know that I noticed. You wouldnt be the first student to cut school to write a paper that was due the next day, but I dont want it to become a habit. Its your job to manage your time wisely.

Hes pausing like Im supposed to jump in and say something, but I cant open my mouth, because if I do I know Ill start crying. God, I wish I was one of those kids who gives off that I-couldnt-give-a-crap-what-you-teachers-think-of-me vibe. And why does he care if I take a day off to write a paper? My mother doesnt care; she just writes whatever stupid note I ask her to. She never even questions why shes writing them.

And I want you to know Ive spoken to a few of your teachers from this year and last and we are all concerned about your erratic school performance and absences. You seem to miss a lot of your afternoon classes, especially Friday afternoon ones.

Hes laughing a bit, like hes in on some big joke.

I handed in notes, I squeak out. My mom knows. I immediately regret saying that as his smile dissolves. No more big joke.

Yes, Im aware of the notes, he says, his serious look punctuated with a big sigh.

He leans forward, and I wish I could back away. Do we really need to get your mother in here and have her account for all those dental appointments and stomach aches? How many notes do you think shell write after shes called in to speak to Dr. Deluca? He opens a folder perched on his knees. Do you think your mother is aware that she excused nineteen of your absences in Mr. Bells class last year? Thats one day short of an automatic failure, but Im sure you know that. Im sure you kept a very accurate count.

That did it. Now the tears are coming. I look down, knowing its hopeless to try to hide them. Mr. Pappas gets up and returns with a box of tissues. I hate him for doing this to me. I reach out and grab one, and blot my face, never taking my eyes off the crooked heart someone must have spent an entire semester carving into the desk.

Jordan, I didnt mean to upset you. Im just concerned; all of us are concerned. Youre a bright girl who seems to be very cavalier about her future. Now, Ive talked to Mrs. Verona and

Oh, God, I murmur. I cant help it, that woman is the biggest idiot in this school, with all her Im here for you kids crap.

Look, I know some of you think the guidance counselors are a bit of a joke, but Mrs. Verona has helped a lot of students. Nobody is going to make you see her; we just think you seem a bit in over your head.

Over my head, huh? Maybe Mr. Pappas and Mrs. Verona can pull their little straight talk routine with Michael and get him the hell out of my tree, get my mother out of the mall, and get my father to call when its not my birthday.

We just dont want to see you fall through the cracks, Jordan.

Too late. Im quite comfortable in here, thank you very much.

Silence. Big, awkward silence. Well, except for the disgusting sound of mucous being sucked back into my sinuses.

Just think about what Ive said, Jordan. And

Gee, suddenly Mr. Pappas is at a loss for words. What did he think I was going to do, thank him for pointing out what a mess I am? Like I didnt know?

Look, take as much time as you need, Jordan. And dont worry about French class.

Isnt that cutting? I hiss, running my finger over the heart.

He sighs again. I guess he was hoping for more breakthrough and less bitterness. Were here if you need us, he says, and walks out of the classroom, shutting the door quietly behind him.

I take my mirror out of my purse. Big red nose, red-rimmed eyes  just lovely. Id laugh if I wasnt so screwed. How does Mr. Pappas expect me to walk around with a huge red nose and blotchy face? What if Danny sees me like this? What if Danny and Sara see me?

Im suddenly aware of the clock ticking on the wall. The second hand is stuck on the number ten; its been stuck there all semester and nobodys bothered to fix it. The clicking noise is driving me insane, and I cant exactly go to Mrs. Chubbs class looking like a freak, so I decide to go home. Just let them call my mother in; Id love to hear her try to explain all those notes to Dr. Deluca. It would serve her right.

I blow my nose and check the mirror one more time. Definitely time to go home. I peek out into the halls and head for the science wing, where theres never anyone watching the exits. I round the corner, picking up speed, hoping to avoid any teachers.

Jordan!

I turn and see Lisa. How bad is this day going to get? I tip my chin down, trying to hide my face under my hair. Hey, Lisa.

Are you okay?

Yeah, but Ive got to go home. Good to see you. I start walking, hoping shell let me go.

Jordan, wait.

I stop and face her. When Lisa and I were friends, shed always laugh about how the littlest things would bring me to tears. Be strong, be cool, and never let them see you cry, shed say. Im painfully aware of how awful I look but decide to cop a be cool attitude so Lisa wont be shaking her head, thinking, same old Jordan.

When did you get home? I ask, looking her in the eyes. I notice that Lisa isnt looking so hot, either, shes got a red rash covering her cheeks and nose.

Last weekend. This is my first day back. She tilts her head to the side and scans the posters on the wall. Um, are you sure youre okay? You look

I smile, concentrating hard to make it seem natural. Im fine; its allergies. Thats why Im heading home. Gotta get some meds.

Oh, well. Okay. If you want to talk, you can call me. You know that, right?

Yeah, you too, Lisa. Give me a call if you need anything. Well, I really need to get that Clarinex! See you.

I wave and head out the door. A cold breeze slaps me as my head drops and my shoulders cave in.

I cant wait to see Michael tonight.

CHAPTER SEVEN

God, where is he? I will beg him to put me out of my misery. None of this we-can-be-together-for-all-eternity crap! I dont want to even think about tomorrow. I just want my room to stop spinning and my stomach to stop heaving.

It gets dark so early now, and next week will be daylight savings time. Itll be dark at five freaking oclock, and Michael could be anywhere. I cant stay after school and join the track team, its too dark! I cant hang out on the weekends cause its too dark. Its too damn dark and Michael Greens got me on a curfew.

I squint at my clock: 12:41.

Where the hell is he? I am so sick of this  so sick of waiting for Michael.

He has a whole school to choose from, why did he pick me to haunt? We were together for two months. Why the hell is he so bent on spending his whole stupid unnatural life with me? I hate him! I hate Michael Green!

God, why did I brush my teeth? The mint and smoke and rum are mingling in my mouth in the most disgusting way. I need to take deep, slow breaths so I wont throw up.

Rum sucks.

Michael sucks.

Would Michael even want me this way? Would all the crap in my blood make him sick? Ha! That would be great. Ill open the window and invite him in  the moment hes been waiting for. Hell put his mouth on the soft part of my neck he loved to kiss, his teeth will pierce my skin, and my blood will be poison.

Yeah, that would be great.

I sit up and sway in my bed, running my fingers back and forth over the screen. I wonder if Michael will hear the noise and come to me. Hard to believe this flimsy little bit of wire mesh is all that stands between Michael and me. I open the window some more.

Maybe tonights the night.

I breathe in the cool air and whisper, Michael, where are you?

I need to talk to you. I need to know why you chose me. We were together so long ago. For as long as a heartbeat when you think of the time thats passed since I was yours.

I fall back onto my pillow with a thump. I need to puke, and I need to know why Michael Green comes to me, begging me to let him in.

I remember driving around in Michaels car. Wed pull over at the beach, park under the trees at the back of the lot, and crack the windows to smell the hot, salty air. We never said much, wed just hit the backseat with a pack of condoms and steam up the already warm night. I replay that summer, trying to figure out what we did that might have made a deep impression on Michael  something special that makes him come to my window every night.

Jordan, let me in.

His words erase the summer nights, and I realize Im shaking. I want to reach out and touch the screen, to touch Michael and feel how cold he really is.

Ah, Michael. So nizze of you tdrop by. I hear the words leaving my mouth in a sloppy, jumbled slur. What have you been doing this very fine evening? I ask, slowly, carefully moving my lips and tongue, trying to keep my words from blending together.

Are you drunk again, Jo?

I decide to ignore his question. He knows the answer.

Ive been thinking about our relationship, Michael. Therez a whole lot I dont know about the new you! Now what kind of friend does that make me? A shitty one! So letz talk about you, Michael. What do you do before our little nocturnal tęte-ŕ-tętes? How do you fill Your time before you skulk outside my window?

God, youre trashed.

Now, now. Were going to talk about you! Besides, you are a very big part of the reason I felt compelled to chug quite a bit of a very nasty bottle of rum.

Maybe I should go. I cant talk to you when youre like this.

I wait for him to jump from the tree, but he stays. I clutch my stomach and wonder if I should make myself throw up. The way Rachael tells it, any bulimic middle schooler can do it; I just need to work on my finger placement in the back of my throat.

But I have things I want to say to Michael, and vomiting would most definitely spoil the mood.

You know, if you had shown up a little earlier, I might have met you outside in the tree. I finally decided I was too faced to get through the branches. Didnt want you to find me with a broken neck at the bottom of the tree, though I considered that option.

I wait for the laugh, but apparently becoming a vampire has destroyed what little sense of humor Michael had.

Anyway, I got to thinking about you and what it is you do, and I want to know what Id be getting myself into. You come to me every night, sitting in that damn tree, asking me to let you in, but what will happen? Will we run around together like Heathcliff and Catherine? Except instead of slitting peoples throats on the moors, well be hunting them down in the parking garage at the mall? Is that what wed do?

Now Michael laughs, like its such a ridiculous notion: him slitting peoples throats. But its a nervous laugh, and I dont think hes feeling very sure of himself. I bet hes desperately trying to make that jock brain of his figure out the right answer  the answer that will get me to open the window. And I bet hes desperately trying to figure out who the hell Heathcliff is.

I havent killed anyone, I  I wouldnt do that. You dont have to do that. Just know it isnt bad. And wed be together.

Just know it isnt bad? Thatz too funny! You drink blood, for Gods sake. I think we need to be up-front about that. Im feeling pretty shitty about things today, and if you want that invite, youd better try damn hard to make it seem appetizing!

Why are you talking like this? Did something happen today?

Oh, God. Is that pity in his voice? I think I must have hit rock bottom to elicit pity from someone whos been dead for three months.

Im just sick of everything. Sick of you. Why are you here, Michael? Why are you doing this to me?

I love you, he whispers.

Youre so full of shit, I spit. We were together for sixty-three days, over a year ago. It took you all of two seconds to get over me. Why are you really here?

Hey, arent you forgetting that you broke up with me, Jo? First day of school and you just break it off. This just isnt going to work. Were too different. Thats all you said. What was I supposed to do?

I hear Michael tearing the dry leaves off the tree and crunching them between his fingers. I want to tell him it was all a mistake  that I just snapped, that I was scared.

Why did you do it, Jo? I thought we belonged together. God, you were so easy to talk to. I could tell you anything. I could be someone different with you. But then you dumped me. And it wasnt even for someone else. I racked my brain for months trying to figure out what I missed, because I thought everything was great. You ripped my heart out, and you never told me why. You never told me whatd Id done that made you stop loving me.

How can I explain this to someone like Michael?

Michael walked in the world looking everyone straight in the eye. He thrived on human contact. So how could Michael understand that I go to school every day with my stomach in a knot because, in seventeen years on this planet, I havent figured out how to make small talk, or even just say hello to people without feeling like an idiot. Hed never understand. Hes just not made that way.

And that first day of school totally threw me. When we pulled into the parking lot, I was still in my stupid summer-love mode, still under Michaels magic spell, feeling calm and confident, thinking I could face this year, maybe even walk down the halls and look people in the eye as long as I was on Michaels arm.

Then we got out of his car, and kids Ive known since first grade, kids who have barely looked my way in years, are swarming all over us.

Michael, what period do you have lunch?

Michael, are you in Mr. Nuccis chem class with me?

Michael, why didnt you call me back?

Michael, youre coming to my party this weekend, right?

Michaels lived in this town for two months and without my knowing it, hes somehow reached the highest stratosphere of the student body.

I mean, I knew he played baseball in the summer league, and he said he was doing really well at football practice, but I never would have guessed that the whole school had noticed. I supposed I should have gone to his games or practice or something. Then at least I wouldve had some warning, but I had to babysit the twins. Honestly, I was relieved I didnt have to go. Sitting in the bleachers yelling Go, team! isnt really my thing. But Michael, he never said a word. Youd think he would have had something to say about being discovered by the schools upper crust! I felt like an idiot. I wondered if they knew we were even going out?

First period was a blur. I ignored Mr. Nuccis lecture on the dedication he expected of his AP chem students and had a lengthy discussion with myself as to whether or not I could seamlessly fit in with the in crowd. Being Michaels girlfriend was my ticket to the front tables by the windows that overlook the courtyard. For once I could sit and watch the kids go by. I could whisper and giggle and watch my reflection in the glass as I flipped my hair. I imagined bringing Rachael along. Well, after she had dumped her fishnets and high-heeled boots for something a little more mainstream, and finished growing out her Mohawk, and stopped talking about orgasms all the time.

I could be friends with Lisa again.

By the end of second-period gym class, Id almost convinced myself that it was possible. I was actually starting to breathe normally. I was feeling good and I didnt even care that I was changing out of my shorts in front of everyone, when Marnie Shaw, the Mouth, sauntered over, wearing nothing but a bright pink thong.

Congratulations, Jordan, she said, smiling at me like wed been friends so long I wouldnt turn beet red seeing her parade around practically naked. I hear youre going out with Michael Green. Youll have to sit with us at lunch and tell us all about it!

Sit with us at lunch? I almost puked right then. But instead of tossing my breakfast all over her bare feet, I snapped. I mean, I may have fantasized about being popular, but I dont think I ever really wanted to be. God, the maintenance involved would be overwhelming. Too much smiling, too much attention to clothes, too much worry. I had a hard enough time figuring out the people who liked me, let alone negotiating life around the Mouth and her friends.

In a split second that fight-or-flight reaction sent crazy amounts of adrenaline surging through my body, and it was good-bye summer love. Michael and I werent the cozy little team I had envisioned. Michael and I were a mistake that nobody had noticed until school started. Well, school was in session and Id had my reality check.

No, I stammered. Were not.

Marnie nodded knowingly, like she hadnt believed it was true. Oh, I guess I heard wrong.

She turned and I watched her tan ass saunter away. That looks like it hurts, I thought numbly.

I tuned out the whispering, the laughter, and the other locker-room talk, and rehearsed what I would say to Michael.

I remember how cold the lock felt as I snapped it shut before I headed out. I left the locker room and went to Mrs. Veronas office. That AP chem class is going to be more work than I thought, I told her.

Mrs. Verona frowned. But youre on the AP track, Jordan, and your teachers felt this was the right spot for you, despite your uneven work in the past. I think dropping it would be a big mistake.

I shook my head. No, Im sure, I said.

Well, I would advise giving it at least a full week, but if youre determined to do it, have a parent sign the form and leave it in the box outside my door. Youll need to sign up for the other section, as well. She shut my folder and looked up at me. And Jordan, if you ever want to talk, Im here for you.

So I dropped AP chem and I dumped Michael.

I regretted the latter decision for the next ten Months. Ten months of wondering why I was such an idiot. Ten months of watching Michael go on like that summer never happened. I wanted to take it all back. I wanted Michael back. I wanted him to beg me to take him back. I would even wear thongs and sit at the tables by the courtyard if Michael would just take me back.

But he never asked, and I couldnt tell him that I broke up with him because the sight of Marnie Shaws breasts set off a panic attack. I couldnt tell him, and worse, he didnt seem to care. The hurt and anger in his eyes was over in a flash. It killed me that Michael could let me go, that he could stop loving me. That he couldnt look at me, look in my eyes and see it was all a mistake. He didnt look back, and later that day he was making out with Marnies best friend on the fountain.

But maybe he loved me all that time, like I loved him.

Maybe he watched me and he felt as helpless as I did. Maybe he didnt know how to fix it, either. Maybe once I said those words, once I told him we were too different, he started doubting those two months, doubting whether it was all real.

Did I do that to Michael? Did I make him doubt that I loved him?

I turn to the window and feel my stomach roil. I swallow back the bile rising in my throat. Michael, let me see your face. I need to see your eyes.

Jordan, just open the window. You know I love you. I never stopped loving you. Just let me in. Open the window and let me get warm. Let me in and we can be together again. Let me in so I can love you again.

I love you, too, but I need to see your face, Michael. I need to see its still you.

Just let me in. Please, please, let me in.

I hear his voice hiss with urgency; his words ring in my ears. My hand reaches out toward the bottom of the window and I cant stop it. I dont know if I want to stop it.

Open it. Open it. Open it. Do it, Jo. Keep going, he whispers frantically as my fingers catch the bottom of the sill.

I want to think clearly, but his voice is fogging my head. My fingers trace the sill back and forth, and I cant stop them.

Keep going, were so close now. But you need to ask me in. Ask me in.

His voice is getting louder, edgier.

You cant go on like this, Jo. I can stop it all, and well be together again.

My body shakes as the sobs heave my chest up and down. I want to open the window. I want to, but Im so scared.

Ask me in and Ill open it for you. Just say the words and Ill come in and take care of you.

My heart is beating wildly and I cant unlock my fingers from the sill. I want to pull them back, to think this through, but Michaels words are pounding in my head  controlling my hands, urging me on.

Remember how easy it was, Jo? Remember when it was just you and me? Youve got to want that again. I know you do. Ask me in!

God, I want things to be easy again. I want to stop worrying about everything. I want someone to take care of me. I want Michael to take care of me. I pull myself up to the window and push it all the way up, amazed it slides so easily in the frame.

Oh, yes, he hisses. Do it, now!

My eyes get wide and I hear myself gasp. His voice is different now. Its hard. Hungry.

My heart triple beats and my head clears a bit. Im not so sure now.

I fumble with the screen, wishing I could make myself stop. I want to stop; a voice in my head is telling me this isnt what I really want.

My knuckles scrape roughly against the wire mesh; I pull my hand back, feeling the blood well up in the tiny scratches. I hear Michael moan; he must smell the blood. I stop searching for the latch and collapse against the screen, tears streaming down my face.

No, dont stop! Damn it! Dont stop! he screams.

I need to see your face!

My wet cheek is flat against the screen, and Michael leans in and presses his mouth on the other side.

Jo, please.

His wintry lips sting my cheek through the mesh. The smell of coconut and something dark and wet, like damp earth, fills my head. I breathe in Michaels new smell and gag as dinner comes racing up in my throat. I scramble out of bed and trip and stumble my way to the bathroom, where I empty my stomach.

The toilet feels like ice. I wish I could stop crying and spitting into the bowl. I want to wipe the sweat from my lip, but Im afraid Ill get sick again if I move. Why is everything so cold?

My stomach finally stops heaving. I reach out and grab a towel, pulling it to the floor and pushing it under my head. I pull another towel down and wrap it around my shoulders. I curl up into a ball, wondering if I will remember almost letting Michael in when I wake up.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Im lying on the bathroom floor, trying to decide if I should get up. The doorbell is ringing and I wonder if my mom is still home. What time is it, anyway?

Feet are pounding up the stairs. I sit up and the dull throb in my head gets worse.

Yoooo-hooo! Jordan? Where are you?

Its Gabby. Janine is probably here, too.

Where is she?

Check her bathroom.

Go away, I call out hoarsely I sound like crap.

Whats the matter? Is someone not feeling so good? Gabby sings brightly from the other side of the door.

Im shutting the window, its cold as hell in here, Janine says.

I hear my window close and rub my knuckles over my lips, feeling the small scabs and bits of skin sticking out from where I scraped my hand against the screen. The cuts are still raw and I shake my head as I remember last night. Where would I be right now if I had gotten that screen open? What would I be?

I want to tell them to nail my window shut so I wont be tempted to let Michael in again.

My toes are like ten little icicles; I push the towel down to cover my feet.

Should we check on her? Janine says.

Give her a minute.

I hear someone else jog up the stairs. I hope its not my mom.

Look under the bed, Rachael says, coming into my room. Lets see what made Miss America toss her cookies!

Apparently Rachael has made up with Gabby and Janine.

Your mom heard you throwing up last night, she continues, and according to the note she left, she would have checked on you if she wasnt having the worst migraine imaginable. She really thought she was going to die this time. Classic self-absorption!

Well, that would be, what, the fifth time this year she was close to death? Gabby asks. I can just hear her. Oh my God, I thought this was the one! I thought my head would split open right there on my pillow. Gee, I hope Jordans okay. I think I heard her puking her guts out last night. Id check to see if shes still alive, but I have to get to a christening!

In my mothers defense, I use throwing up as an excuse to get out of school a lot, and shes long past worrying about it. She just keeps telling me I need to wash my hands more often to avoid picking up whatevers going around. Shes never figured out it has more to do with booze and/or faking it than poor hygiene.

Well, looky what I found!

I hear Rachaels muffled voice. She must be half under my bed, fishing out the bottle from behind all the clothes and books.

Survey says: rum! And its almost empty. I sure as hell hope you didnt drink all of that last night.

Holy shit! Janine says. No wonder she freakin puked.

I stare blankly at the ceiling. Small specks of mold are growing, and I wonder if I need to worry about them. I think I read breathing mold is dangerous.

It wasnt the rum, I call out. Its this mold growing in here. Ill be better once I get some fresh air. Why dont you let me get myself together and Ill call you later.

Theyre laughing now. Someone is wondering if you can get high if you breathe in mold, though Im not sure if its Rachael of Gabby. I hear my drawers opening.

Lets find you something to wear tonight, Rachael says.

I get up slowly and sit on the toilet; Im surprised I dont feel too terrible. Look, guys, give me a chance to wake up and I promise Ill call you tonight.

Rachael laughs. No way! Were not leaving until you come out. Ive examined your case and decided youre suffering from agoraphobia. Weve come for an intervention.

And the party, Gabby adds. You said youd go to Mark Menduccis party. His dad got this new isolation tank, too. I used it at the last one and its incredible. Smoke a joint, get in, and youll be right with the world.

Oh, yeah. Its totally freaky! Janine squeals. And its even better if you go in with someone else.

Go into an isolation tank with somebody?

I manage to stand up. Im figuring its pretty late in the day because, other than the headache, I feel pretty good. I guess Ive had plenty of time to sleep it off.

I wish theyd just leave, though. Theres no way Im going to the party tonight. Besides the fact that Id have to worry about Michael, I have no intention of going anywhere Ill have to watch Danny and Sara together.

I cant go; I wasnt invited. Im never invited. I just go with Gabby; she knows everyone and gets invited everywhere. Well, at least with our group. Im always afraid Ill get to the door and theyll let her in but not me. It never happens, but for once it would be nice to be personally invited.

You werent invited because youre a hermit and you never talk to anyone, but Mark said you could come. Gabby says.

Yeah, Janine adds. Now, like, get your butt out of the bathroom and let us intervent you!

Gabby laughs. You cant intervent someone, you idiot. You have an intervention on someones behalf!

Excuse me, Einstein. Sorry Im not taking freakin advanced English classes like the rest of you.

Janine, Gabby says, we love you even though youll never get more than a two hundred on the verbal SAT.

I splash some cold water on my face and decide to leave the bathroom before Janine threatens to stop driving us around anymore. Whenever Gabby starts making fun of her IQ, its the first thing Janine does. And where would we be without her car?

I open the door and roll my eyes. The three of them are sitting on my bed, looking very serious. I sit at my desk chair and swivel it around to face them. Intervent away.

Janine glares at Gabby See, it is a word.

Is not! Gabby turns to me. What happened to you yesterday, by the way?

Mr. Pappas took me to task for taking one of my day before the papers due days off.

Rachael snorts. Its about time someone busted you for those. Its totally unhealthy the way your mom writes you whatever the hell excuse you need. Maybe now you can break away from that weird codependence stuff you two have going on.

Yeah, well, Mr. Pappas agrees with you, and he also nailed me for cutting classes.

Rachael throws herself back onto my bed. Hmmm! Maybe I should start misbehaving, Id love Mr. Pappas to nail me!

Janine shudders. Ew, hes like, so old. He has no hair!

Im attracted to his intellect, Rachael says, getting up to sift through my closet.

So where were you after he talked to you? Janine asks.

Gabby starts bouncing on my bed, raising her hand. Ooooh! Ooooh! I know. You crumbled under the pressure and cut out of school. Then you raided the liquor cabinet, watched soap operas and inane talk shows where the half-naked guests have to be restrained from killing each other, smoked a few joints, and got royally sick.

I nod, and Gabby looks very proud of herself. I have to hand it to her; she really does know her stuff.

So, whats the deal, Jordie-pie? Are you coming to Marks willingly, or do we have to take you there by force?

Honestly, I dont know what to say. It would be such a relief to go out and have fun, but what about Michael? What if he follows me there? If I meet Michael out in the dark, do I have any say in the matter, or am I meat?

And dont forget that someone special will be there! Janine adds.

If youre referring to Danny, I suppose he might be there with his girlfriend, Sara.

Rachael takes a sweater out of my closet and smiles slyly. No, no, no! Youve got it all wrong, and if you had stayed at school youd know that. You still get Track Boy all hot and bothered! He came to our table at lunch yesterday looking for you.

But I heard he was seeing Sara.

Rachael takes off her shirt, grabs my red sweater off the hanger, and pulls it on over her head. Seems Danny wanted to talk to you because Gina Naples told him she heard Marnie tell you he was going out with Sara. But, for once, the Mouth was wrong. Sara was only hugging Danny before class because she got an A on a test Danny tutored her for and Rachael takes a deep breath. Sara really likes Luke Malloy, and Danny would like to pick up where you two left off at that track party.

Im positively giddy. He said that?

Well. Rachael laughs. You told me about sucking face at the track party; Im just filling in the pieces. But he did say he wanted to set the record straight. And why bother if he wasnt still interested?

Why didnt you two hook up? Janine asks. You were all stoked and then nothing?

Michael died, I say quietly.

Gabby starts waving the bottle of rum up in the air like a conductors baton. Yeah, so ding-dong, the assholes dead. What does that have to do with Danny?

Hes not all dead, I want to scream. He comes to my window every freakin night, thats what it has to do with Danny.

Rachael throws a beanie baby at Gabby. For Gods sake, you have the sensitivity of a baboon. You seriously need to learn you dont have to say whatever pops into your head!

Gabby shakes her head and turns to me, looking sympathetic. Sorry you went out with an asshole.

Rachael scowls. Dont you have stuff to do?

Yeah. Gabby puts the bottle of rum on my bedside table. Janine and I have to pick up a few party supplies from this new guy who grows his own weed.

Im staying here to keep an eye on you, Rachael says. And you said we could try on dresses.

She smiles, and I suppose the purple-hair crack has been forgotten.

Janine is jingling her car keys and heading for my door. I told Danny you were going to be at the party. He said hed try to make it. She throws her keys in the air and catches them with her other hand.

I think hed be good for you, Gabby says as she heads out. Hes more your type.

How do you know what my type is? I think. Michaels Words echo in my head. They dont really know you. They dont even care. Im about to concede that one to Michael, but then I realize none of them had to show UP today. And yeah, Gabbys totally snarky, but they all came over because they do care.

Rachael takes off my sweater and puts on her own shirt. She looks at me and shakes her head. No offense, but we have some serious under-eye makeup work to do. She points to the bathroom.

I push myself off the chair. My stomach is starting to feel queasy. I need to eat first. Or shower.

Okay, lets get you fed and shower-fresh. And you should take a few vitamins or something. Your skin is translucent. Good thing Danny is into the natural look.

We head down to the kitchen and I smile, thinking how surprised my mother would be to find out she has more in common with Rachael than shed suppose. They both want to do me over. Okay, there goes the smile, because now Im wondering why they both think Im so pathetic that I cant get by without some change.

Rachael slides up to the breakfast bar while I take out some bagels. Onion, sesame, or wheat? I ask.

Wheat, of course, and I think youd better stay away from the onion. Youll thank me later when youre with Danny tonight.

I start cutting the bagels in half. Do you really think hell show up?

Rachael laughs. Do you want him to?

I think so.

Think so?

I guess. Okay, yes. I hate to admit it, because if he doesnt show, Ill look like an idiot. I turn to Rachael. She tells me everything about her boyfriends, down to how many orgasms shes had and what her boyfriends stuff tastes like. What do I tell her? Some, just enough to let her feel shes gotten below the surface, but maybe she could be like Lisa. Maybe Ive never given her a chance.

I put down the knife and look her in the eye. Why does everyone think I wasnt Michaels type? I mean, why is it so impossible for everyone to believe that Michael could have liked me?

Rachaels eyes widen. I guess she wasnt expecting me to switch topics like that. I guess she wasnt expecting me to raise my voice. I think Im a little surprised, too.

Jordan, its not that you werent his type, it was just so obvious he wasnt your type. Well, let me correct that; Michael was everybodys type. He was a big stud-boy jerk bursting with testosterone, and he knew it. He knew any female within pheromone-sniffing range would be lusting after him. Hell, I thought more than once about how nice it would be to get a little action from the Green Monster, but I never liked him. Theres a difference. She shakes her head.

But Michael and I had something amazing, something Im not sure Ill ever have again.

Rachael starts laughing hysterically. So glad I opened myself up to this ridicule.

Jordan, you will love again, she says dramatically.

Many, many times. I know he was your first, but girl, you have to get over it. He got over it. And I believe you broke up with him, right? Thats what you told us, anyway.

Yes! I did, and I regretted it.

And he hasnt gotten over it, thank you!

Why did you break up with him if he was this love of a lifetime? Be honest, why did you do it?

It was Marnie, and the thought of having to hang out with her and her friends.

Yeah, yeah, the great Thong Incident, but if you really loved him you could have gotten past that. Rachael picks up the saltshaker and pours a pile of salt onto the table. Did you and Michael really have that much in common? Was he into the stuff you like? Cause I never figured Michael to be the bookish type. What did you guys talk about after you played Rock, Paper, Scissors to figure out who was going to take a turn lying in the wet spot on the bed?

Shes drawing hearts in the salt; I wish Id never brought this up. I dont really want to think about this anymore. We were in love, thats all that matters.

Im waiting, or cant you think of anything?

We had a lot in common. Wed, uh Wed sit in bed and Id go into great detail about some book I was reading, or what Id done with the twins, or how my mom was driving me crazy, and he would nod occasionally, eyes half closed. I assumed he was listening. Hed talk about practice, and keep me up-to-date with Major League Baseball. How much did I listen? Did I really care? What did we talk about before he rolled over and we did it again?

Look, you were doing it with a gorgeous guy and after awhile you realized there was nothing else there. Happens all the time. Youre just having a harder than normal time admitting your virginal dream of marrying the guy that popped your cherry is pure fantasy. You can keep blaming the Mouth, or you can be honest with yourself. You and Michael were all sex with nothing else very deep going on, and the evil pink thong was just a good excuse for breaking up with him.

Better than admitting I was bored with Michael? Better than admitting I gave it up so easily to a guy who immediately replaced me, and went on to sleep with the whole cheerleading squad? How do I face the fact that maybe Ive been mooning over Michael all this time because its better than owning up to the fact that the whole thing was a colossal mistake. That I totally got off on the attention and didnt care who was giving it to me, and that deep down a part of me thought it would be totally cool to sit at the front tables. So I imagined wed had this undying love, and then believed it was true.

I guess my mother doesnt have an exclusive on the crazies.

Try this, Rachael says. When you think of Michael, what is the first word that pops into your head?

Regret, I say without hesitating.

Danny?

Regret, I whisper. A different kind, though.

Now, how did a summer of bumping uglies with Michael compare to hanging out with Danny down at the track? Rachael asks.

I turn away from her and put the bagels in the toaster oven. Michael says he loves me. But what about me does he love? He doesnt even know me.

Im such an idiot, a huge, Titanic-size idiot. God, I almost opened my freakin window last night! I brace myself against the counter and try to resist the urge to slam my head into the toaster oven.

Rachael walks over and puts an arm around my shoulder. Im biting my lip, trying not to cry. I want to tell her about Michael. I want her to make Michael disappear, because I do not want to spend an eternity with Michael. I couldnt even make it past sixty-three days with him.

Its time to let it go and concentrate on the future, on Danny. Rachael reaches past me and pushes down the switch on the toaster. Works better if you turn it on.

Michael was kind of thick, I say quietly.

Yeah, but when youre ninety you can look back and remember what a hottie you gave it up to. All I have to remember is a forty-one-and-a-half-second encounter with Ryan Honeywood in the wet leaves behind his garage. I walked home with mulch in my undies, wondering what all the fuss was about. Good thing Steve Swanson knew what he was doing. After that first romp in the back of his van, I saw the light!

When Im ninety will I still be chatting with Michael through my window?

The toaster oven clicks, and I scorch my fingers fishing the bagels out. I slide a plate across the table and wish Rachael hadnt made such a mess with the salt.

Thanks, she says, and plunks down a huge glob of cream cheese. I shouldnt be eating dairy, but today Ill make an exception. She looks up from her bagel with this strange look on her face. Its sort of like the look Gabby gets when shes sitting on some incredible gossip. I, um, brought something for you.

Oh? Condoms? Drugs? Vibrator?

And I want you to keep an open mind.

I hope its not a vibrator. At least I think I hope its not. Rachael has actually made owning a vibrator sound sort of appealing.

She bites off a big piece of her bagel and runs off to the entryway. She comes back, unzips her huge crochet purse, and pushes a hair-coloring kit in front of me.

Im not dying my hair purple.

She jabs her finger at the model on the box. Not purple, blond, and its just highlights!

Oh, Im sorry, Mom, I thought I was talking to my friend Rachael, whod never imply that my hair sucks just because its mousy.

Rachael laughs. Your mom and I dont usually see eye to eye, but I think shes right on this one.

A beautiful woman on the front of the box is smiling and showing off her very white teeth while some unseen fan blows her blond hair back attractively. Whenever the wind blows my hair, it ends up looking like greasy spaghetti.

Highlights are just not me. Im happy the way I am.

Theyre no big deal. Theyll just give you a little lift, a little self-confidence for tonight.

What, Danny wont like me the way I am?

This isnt for Danny, its for you. And I can do just a few to frame your face, but more will look better. Trust me, youll love it.

So I sit while Rachael blow-dries my hair. Why did I let her do this? I mean, I stopped reading Cosmo and all of those other stupid magazines in eighth grade because of the demoralizing messages they were sending to mousy, broken teens like myself. And yet here I am, sitting in my bathroom feeling light-headed from the dyes noxious fumes.

Oh no, the Stagano twins are always sporting these nasty roots. Will I have a paved black highway running up the middle of my scalp in a month? I will kill you if I end up looking like the Stagano twins! I yell.

Marissa and Mimi bleach their entire heads, and they have black hair to begin with. This is way more subtle, Rachael says, turning off the dryer. Ta-da!

I open my eyes.

Wow.

I look different. I turn my head and check out the sides. I think I like it. I like it a lot. I hate that I like it.

Well? Say something, and youll be lying if you say it doesnt look great.

Its okay, but it goes against everything I stand for. I should feel good about myself just because, not because my hair looks I stare at myself some more.

Because my hair looks great! I wish I could stop smiling. But I feel like Ive sold out.

Rachael is laughing. Look, youre thinking about this way too much. Highlights are not supposed to be some life-altering thing. Theyre just for fun, for a boost. And if youd spent the summer at the beach instead of hiding in your room, this is what youd look like. Its beach in a bottle, thats all.

My mom is going to love this. I hate that she is going to love this. I pick up the hairbrush and pull it through my hair. And you will get major bonus points with her for doing it.

Rachael looks in the mirror and rakes her fingers through her hair. You needed something to get you out of your funk, and playing with my hair always makes me feel better. And I read in one of my books about how teens pierce and color and stuff because its one thing we have control over, and you know, its really true. Its powerful.

Yeah, but this was your idea, not mine. The power is all yours.

Rachael rolls her eyes and shrugs. Well, you still look good.

The phone rings and I run to my room to get it.

Hello?

Hi, um, Jordan. Its me, Danny.

Yea! I sit at my desk and write his name on a piece of paper.

Hi, Danny. I wonder if he can tell Im smiling. I reel like my smile is winging its way through the phone lines. I shake my hair and smile some more.

Um, I dont know if youve talked to Janine or Gabby or anything, but they mentioned this party, and uh

Im sooo happy! I draw a heart around his name.

Yeah, they said you might be coming. Do you need a ride?

Well, um, thats why Im calling.

Uh-oh. He sounds more nervous than usual. Danger! Danger!

I, um, called Janine to find out where the party was, because, um, my mom wanted to talk to that Mark guys parents, and

Oh, shit!

Marks parents arent going to be there, I say quietly.

Yeah, thats what Janines brother told me. She wasnt home when I called, so Noah, um, filled me in. Look, my mom always has to check out the scene before shell let me go anywhere, and honestly, it doesnt sound like my kind of thing. Im really sorry, but Ill, um maybe we can do something some other time, okay?

Sure, call me. I hang up the phone.

I feel totally flat. The highlights rush is gone. But isnt that the way it is with rushes? I draw a big X through the heart I drew.

Dahling, was that Gabby? Rachael asks as she walks in my room and strikes a pose. She is wearing the green snake-print dress and a pair of my mothers shoes.

Dannys not coming. Its not his kind of scene.

Oh, crap, Im sorry. Rachael comes in and sits on my bed. Shes trying to look sympathetic, but shes in that stupid dress, and I just want to be alone.

You know, this is a sign I shouldnt go to this party. Im, I dont know, not wanting to get all trashed tonight, you know? I dont want to listen to Gabbys spin on why Danny is a no-show. I dont want to get all wasted, and I dont want to end up with some guys hand down my pants or worse, because I know thats what will happen if I go, you know?

You just said you know three times in, like, one sentence. You need to get out and socialize. And you can just go to hang out.

I glare at Rachael, but I know its not her fault Danny blew me off. Not his kind of thing? This party has been my kind of thing for a while. Does that mean Im not his kind of thing either? Is it over again already?

Look, Janine told me youve been missing in action lately. She eyes the bottle of rum. And if we leave you home youll just get trashed by yourself. Who knows, maybe youll meet someone new, someone more like you.

I thought Danny was my type. And frankly, Im not interested in meeting someone like me.

Look, I dont know if he is or isnt. Just come to the party and have a good time.

I really dont want to get trashed tonight.

No one is going to make you get trashed.

She doesnt get it. I cant go and just have a good time. I will plan on turning down a beer or a joint or the coke right until the damn line is stinging a path up my nose and down the back of my throat. Then I will plan on being good at the next party.

I am never good.

And what about Michael? Does he have some vampire spider-sense-is-tingling thing? Will he be able to follow me two towns over? Will I get a free night out, or am I setting myself up for some sort of ambush? Do I care anymore?

Fine, Ill go, I say.

What do I have to lose?

CHAPTER NINE

Im looking at the trees whizzing by outside the car window, and now I know why Ive been hiding out in my house these past months. Michael could be absolutely anywhere, and Im insane to have come out. My heart is pounding faster than the bass blasting from the speakers. Gabby is in the front seat, singing along to an old Nirvana song like shes Annie Warbucks. Giving Kurt Cobain the Kiddie-Broadway treatment usually wouldve had me roaring, but all I want is to be home, safe in my room.

I look over at Rachael. Shes singing along, too, oblivious to the fact that Michael could be flying bat-style above the car, waiting to get us when we step out into the night. Can Michael really turn into a bat? Why have I never asked him if he can turn into a bat?

What the hell was I thinking? That I didnt care if Michael was out there? That I didnt care what happened to me? Funny thing is, sitting here now I realize I care so much Im afraid my heart will burst.

Deep breaths.

Okay, Michael is expecting me to be a good little girl, waiting at home for him like Ive done every night since he reappeared. Ive given him no reason to think otherwise. Hell, I came very close to letting him in last night, so hell definitely be itching to give that window thing another go. As far as I know he has no clue who Mark Menducci is; he has absolutely no way of knowing where Im going tonight. Im sleeping over at Rachaels, and while its possible he would go there looking for me, I dont think he would risk being seen by her.

I think.

But what if Michael somehow knows Ive had an epiphany of sorts today? What if he can sense Ive finally made up my mind, and even though Danny dumped me I dont want to be with Michael?

I cant believe I have to break up with Michael again.

Oh God, would Michael move down his list of ex-girlfriends and start making his own vampire cheerleading squad?

Im not even going there.

But if I meet up with Michael, would he attack or let the choice be mine? He says he loves me, and chances are he hasnt had any sort of epiphany today. He still thinks we had something special, and I seriously doubt Michael even knows what an epiphany is.

Oh, crap! We didnt bring bathing suits, Gabby calls out over the music. Marks pool is still open, and he said hell have the heat cranked up. Of course, that wont bother you, will it Rachael?

Rachael rolls her eyes. Theres no shame in being comfortable with your body!

Gabby laughs. Yeah, youve whipped your tits out so often, the thrill is gone.

I shake my head. Everyone has seen Rachaels tits, many, many times, but Gabby doesnt need to make a stink about it. At practically every party since freshman year, Rachael finds some excuse to bare her breasts. I wonder if the guys do care anymore. Shes hung them out the car windows more times than I can count, titillating teenage boys with her bare-breasted Amazon Princess routine. Its amazing the warrior boobs havent caused any accidents, really. I fully expect to see her on one of the MTV Spring Break shows where the girls are yanking their tops off, and only a blacked-out rectangle dancing across their chests saves their fathers at home from a trip to the ER. Of course, if some dad is watching that stuff, he gets what he deserves.

But maybe guys never get sick of seeing tits?

Hey, Rachael, is all of your hair purple? Gabby yells back, and she and Janine take to fits in the front seat.

Youll have to wait and see, she replies, laughing.

She leans over to me and whispers, Its totally waxed  everything!

Oh my God! Im laughing now, too. It feels good, really good. I want to feel good again. Maybe I will meet someone tonight. Im going to relax and have fun and see what happens. Michael and Danny can go screw each other for all I care! This is the start of a new me. Tonight I start taking control! I sit up straight in my seat and start singing along.

Janine turns down the music. Damn! Look at all the cars. Were going to have to walk, like, half a mile to get to the house.

No! I yell, too loud.

Easy there, Rachael says, eyebrows raised.

Couldnt you drop us off at his house and then park? Its amazing how quickly I can go from self-assured to quivering Jell-0 girl.

Im not a chauffeur! Janine snaps.

But, Jeeves, thats what Mumsy and Daddy pay you for, Gabby says.

Thats not what I meant, I say, kicking the back of Gabbys seat. I just want to get the party started, you know? Its been so long since Ive been out. I slump in my seat as they all start whooping it up and cheering. Couldnt they hear the total lack of enthusiasm in my voice?

Thatta girl! Janine says. Tonight is gonna rock!

Gabby and Rachael start singing that Pink song about getting the party started as Janine parks the car alongside some bushes. You could fit five houses from my neighborhood in the space between the houses here, and apparently the very rich do not believe in streetlights. The darkness provides perfect cover for vampires stalking their ex-girlfriends.

Of course, my side of the car is inches from some very thick hedges that anyone or anything could be lurking behind. I cant move. I cant make my hand move to open the door. God, I cant even control my hands lately.

Gabby slams her door and opens mine. Apres vous, mademoiselle.

Her voice is like a trigger, and I jump out of the car and wrap my arm around hers.

Merci. Im guessing its better to get out than get left behind alone in the car. I wonder if vampires have to be invited into cars, or if its just a house thing?

I link my other arm with Rachaels. Brrrr, its cold! I say, so they wont know Im using them as human shields.

My eyes are darting back and forth across the street, checking out the shadows  so far so good. I figure if Michael was going to strike, it wouldve been right when we got out, when hed think we werent expecting anything. Thats what I would have done, and I certainly dont expect Michael to come up with anything too complex.

I can hear the music now, and I stop clutching their arms so tightly. Were almost there, and were rushing through the cold air, arms all linked. Im starting to smile. Michael isnt anywhere near here. Im free for the night

Gabby stops suddenly, pulling us all back.

A small squeak escapes from my throat. Is it Michael?

Were off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz, Gabby belts out as she starts us forward again with an added skip to our walk.

I laugh and start singing along, wondering if the Wizard could drop his hands in his sack and bring out something for me  maybe a little self-control.

CHAPTER TEN

Ive been to six parties at Mark Menduccis, but Im still blown away by how the über-rich live. Is it really necessary to have arcade-style video games in ones home? Is it really necessary to have a heated swimming pool with two attached Jacuzzis? I dont know what Marks father does, but Id guess hes not around much, and as far as I know there isnt a mother or stepmother  there arent any personal photos around to document a mom, at least.

I scan the living room as Gabby and Janine head off to talk to Mark; its mostly theater and band kids from our school. I recognize a bunch of guys, Marks local friends, from the other parties, but cant remember any of their names. The smell of pot is thick in the air, but I cant see anyone partaking. Rachael points to the patio, where a small crowd is gathered around the kegs. That will do for starters. We start to head out and Im glad to see someone is tapping a new one. Im so sick of my mothers liquor cabinet.

Look whos back from the dead! someone shrieks.

My heart skips two beats as that scream echoes off the fifty-foot ceilings. I turn around, relieved to find its just Kassie Campbell flinging her arms around me. The entire room is staring at me, but not in a bad way. I think theyre relieved that none of them will have to sit through a Kassie talk marathon. I see two people pointing at me, mouthing the word sucker.

Where the h-e-double-l hell have you been, girl?

Kassie has obviously been here for a while. She digs her fingers into my shoulders to keep her balance. I turn my head away from her face to ward off another beer breath attack. Its interesting how disgusting beer breath is when you havent had any yourself.

Uh, Ill get you a drink, Rachael says, scurrying away.

Oh, me too! Me too! Get me one, Kassie calls out.

Hi, Kassie, I say. I try to smile at her. She does seem to be genuinely pleased to see me. I guess we must have classes in opposite wings this year because I think the last time I saw her was at Melissa Smiths track party.

What did you do to your hair? It looks so tremendo!

It was Rachaels idea.

Kassie looks around the room, smirking. Why doesnt she do this to her hair? I mean what is up with like the purple? Heinous!

I shrug. Everyones got their own thing, I guess.

Kassie nods and snorts with laughter. I really dont think she needs another beer. But then, I guess shes like the rest of us: keep drinking until you puke or your ride wants to go home. Not that I have any intention of binge drinking tonight.

You must sit with me, Jordan, she says, dragging me to an empty space on a leather couch. I must know where youve been. Why didnt you go out for the cross-country team? Coach has been, like, this total Nazi  majorly riding our asses. We need you. And I told everyone that you were gonna be part of the set crew. I mean, like, after you did such a tremendo job on Brigadoon, I just figured Jordan Malone would be out there, you know, leading the paint crew. Its not too late, you know  you can still help. And they need help! The fucking sets are, like, all mud-colored, it looks like a monkey painted them. And who the hell ever heard of Dark of the Moon, anyway? The shows a tremendo bummer; Im sooo glad I didnt get a part. And someone put dog shit in the witches mud. She starts laughing and digs her fingers into my arm again.

I wrinkle my nose. I think thats an appropriate response for the barrage Ive just sat through.

The witches put the mud on their fucking faces! she screams.

Shes rocking back and forth laughing her head off.

Excuse me, Jordan, I have a delivery.

I look up and a guy with deep green eyes is handing me a beer. He looks familiar, and my stomach does a nervous flip, like Ive just realized Ive forgotten something important.

Rachael said you are in desperate need of liquid salvation.

I nod and take it. Thanks.

Hey, wheres mine? She was supposed to get me one, too. Kassie pouts.

Sorry, she didnt mention anyone else, he says, sitting down on my other side.

He has a nice voice. Smooth.

Well, well just see about that! Rachael thinks shes all that with her stupid purple hair, but shes not, let me tell you! Shes

Whoa, Kassie, this may or may not have been an obvious slam, but I think you need to talk to Rachael and clear the air, I suggest.

Kassie apparently thinks this is a tremendo idea, and springs off the couch, nearly upending me. I narrowly avoid soaking Mr. Green Eyes pants with beer, but the carpet takes the hit. Ill assume Mark will get the entire house professionally cleaned tomorrow so I dont bother with it. Kassie stumbles off to the patio and my rescue hero points up to the balcony above us.

Rachael wiggles her eyebrows at me and points to my new friend. She mouths the word cute. I think she sent this guy over to be helpful, maybe to lift my spirits, but I cant help but feel Ive just been pimped out. My cheeks are burning, but when I turn back, my new buddy is watching Kassie try to get the screen door back into its track  missing, I hope, my exchange with Rachael.

Thanks, you saved me, I say.

He smiles at me. Nice smile. Really nice green eyes.

You dont remember my name, do you? His smile turns sly.

Oh, great, did I get all gropey with this guy and completely forget? I will kill Rachael if she sent an old flyby guy after me.

Im sorry. Im getting the feeling Ive had a close encounter with him, and Im pretty embarrassed because its obvious he remembers and I dont. Considering the state in which I left Marks last party, this really isnt a big shocker. I down whats left of my beer and will my brain cells to regenerate.

He laughs and one cute dimple turns up on his cheek. Well, I dont think I could forget you. I mean, how many girls confess theyve had cockroaches for pets?

Bug-boy!

I prefer Kyle, actually.

I remember!

It was at the last party I went to. I was in the kitchen when I heard some of Marks friends calling Kyle Bug-boy. He told them to fuck off, but I went up to him all trashed and asked what was up with the nickname.

He told me about his dad being an entomologist and I got excited. I think I made an absolute fool of myself jabbering about roaches. I hope I wasnt as bad as Kassie.

He leans his arm over the back of the couch, resting it lightly on my shoulders. I take it hes been here awhile, too, to make a move like that so soon. Maybe he just doesnt feel like wasting time with small talk.

I told my dad Id met someone who actually had cockroaches for pets; he thinks I should marry you.

Ha, thats funny. Hes staring at me what the hell happened that night? Part of me wonders if we actually made some sort of connection, a connection that beer has erased from my memory.

Kyle leans in and whispers in my ear. I had to tell him that someone stole you out from under my nose, and you havent been to the last few parties. I thought you were the one that got away.

The ear thing triggers my memory. What is it about hot breath on ears, anyway? I remember Kyle and I talked forever that night, in a bar-slash-playroom somewhere in the house. He has a perfect sister that his parents worship. His dogs name is Marley, after the ghost. The only question left is how did I end up with Matt Walberg in the pool house? Kyle is way cuter than Matt. What was I thinking? And how did Matt intercept my love connection with Bug-boy?

I look over and hes smiling. He knows hes getting to me, but, well, I have absolutely no idea what to say next. I suppose his dad and I could talk about roach food, but I dont know a thing about Kyle. Besides Marley and his sister, that is.

I need more beer.

Um, I think Ill get another beer. Do you want one, too? Thats good, a polite offer. We can talk about beer.

Or we can go to the barroom in the basement and pick up where we left off. Bonus is we can drink from bottles, you know, so we wont have to fight the keg foam. Come on.

Do I want to go? Im not sure. Kyles hot, and maybe Rachaels right. Maybe it would be nice to meet  well, in this case, reacquaint myself with  someone new, but I have to admit a part of me is still thinking about Danny. I dont look at Kyle and get all quivery. Okay, I get a little quivery when his mouth is on my ear, and I did tell him about the hissers, but if Im serious about this new me crap, I will stay upstairs, drink just one or two more beers, and play catch-up with Gabby, Rachael, and Janine.

I scan the room, then the pool area  looks like Rachael is already half naked in the hot tub. Shes so tall, her boobs bob on top of the water. The other girls dont look so pleased to see the warrior breasts all wet and perky, but it looks like quite a few guys are stripping down to their underwear to get closer to them. And theres Gabby in a corner with Kassie; shes yelling and laughing about some asshole. At least she looks like shes enjoying herself.

Kyle stands up and holds out his hand. Its okay, Ive got Marks permission to bring fellow bug lovers down there.

Why couldnt Rachael have rescued me from Kassie? Why did she have to send Kyle?

Say no. Say no.

Okay, we can go down and just talk. Im hoping he heard my emphasis on the word talk.

Sure thing.

He takes my hand and starts walking. Hes not letting go of my hand, and Im thinking maybe he didnt quite get my gist.

Im still in control, though, and this will be good practice.

Well just talk.

Just talk.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

His mouth is hot and wet, kissing my neck, heading down. I realize Ive been on autopilot. My mouth and hands are doing what theyre supposed to be doing, given the situation, but its like its not really happening. I dont feel anything. The noises Im making are just for show, not the result of any real burst of passion. I wish I could get back in the zone, because its too hard to keep up the show now that Im conscious of doing it. He heads back up to my mouth and nibbles on my lower lip, then over to my ear. He slides his fingers under my waistband and across my stomach.

Im definitely not feeling the tingle now. Im feeling nothing, and I want to stop. No, I need to stop this now while I still can.

Hes panting hard on my neck, rubbing himself on my leg, and fumbling with the button of my jeans.

Wait, I say, pushing his hands away.

He leans in, kissing my neck, nibbling on my ear. All of a sudden it feels so practiced  like he got his hands on an issue of his sisters Cosmo and read about the ear thing causing spontaneous orgasms.

His hand makes its way down to the button on my jeans again. Its okay.

Im not going to do this. I push his hands away again. I said stop!

Hes staring at me as if Im crazy; the whites of his eyes seem to glow in the dark room. I grab my shirt and pull it back on, static crackles through my hair. For a split second I worry about how my hair looks and actually turn away from him and smooth it down.

Oh, God. There are at least three other couples down here in various states of arousal. How had I not noticed them? Where the hell is my bra?

Whats the problem? he asks.

I hug my arms around my chest. I just dont want to do this. I didnt want to let things go this far.

He regains his composure and smiles, putting his hand on my shoulder. He leans in and whispers, We can go slow. I can go real slow.

I push him back, feeling the heat radiating off his bare chest. I dont even know you.

He stands up and adjusts his pants. His eyes dont look so nice now. Is this why I never say no  to avoid this look of contempt?

That hasnt stopped you before.

Now its my turn to ice over. What does that mean?

I immediately wish I hadnt asked, because I know exactly what hes talking about  and I know he isnt going to be nice when he throws my words back in my face.

Kyle picks up his beer and takes a long swig. It means youve hooked up with some guy at every one of these parties, and everyone knows youre a sure thing who doesnt mind that a morning-after phone call will not be forthcoming. If Id known you were trying to reclaim your virginity, I wouldnt have listened to your friend when she suggested you needed some fun. He adjusts the front of his pants again.

Then he reaches down and picks up my bra, tossing it onto my lap. There are tread marks on the cups from his sneakers.

Well, I guess Ill go see whats left from the pickings Mark ordered from your school. It may be too late for the good ones, but in the dark, you all look the same. He finishes off his beer and slams it down roughly on the end table. And, for your edification, bugs make my skin crawl.

He turns and heads up the basement stairs, leaving me sitting in the room filled with moans and wet noises. I cram my bra in my pocket and pull down my shirt to cover the straps that stick out.

You make my skin crawl, I whisper, though I know the ugly, squirmy feeling coursing down my spine is all my own doing.

So I sit, the only one not coupled or coupling in the basement. I want to get out of here, but my legs wont move.

I think Im just afraid to go upstairs. I wonder what wonderful things Kyle is saying about me  if Ill get the evil eye from all of Marks friends?

I wonder if theyre talking about the pickings behaving badly tonight?

What are the chances Janine is ready to go home?

I look out the large picture windows put in to brighten this basement lair, and I see a clump of girls talking at the edge of Marks property. Theyre in a semi-circle, with their backs to me, but I can tell theyre excited. Theres a lot of hair nipping and head bobbing. It looks like theyre laughing.

They dont look familiar. One girl is wearing a Sands Point jacket. They must be Marks friends. Maybe some girls from Marks school are enjoying the pickings from North Shore. One girl turns and heads back to the house and I see him.

Michael.

My heart skips a beat. I gasp and gulp for air. Michael is here. Hes talking to people. Hes followed me. I can see his eyes darting past the group toward the house. Is he looking for me? I cant believe he really came. I cant believe hed take the risk of coming around where people could recognize him.

I crouch down, afraid hell see me. Can he sense Ive spotted him?

Bug-boy is suddenly looking really good.

Michael gives one of the girls a hug. While his head is over her shoulder, nuzzling in, I see him checking out the house.

His eyes are glowing green, like a cats.

I wonder if that girl likes the coconut stink. Can she smell that other, earthy smell?

I want to turn away; Im afraid hell sense me looking at him, but Ive wanted to see his face for three months. In the soft light that bathes Marks yard I see that he still looks like Michael; the green animal glow is the only giveaway. Part of me is relieved, but maybe looking human makes him more dangerous.

Hes hugging that girl; I can feel his arms around her, squeezing her hard, too hard. She breaks away and takes a step back. Did she sense something wrong with Michael? Is it obvious what he is if youre that close to him?

Ive got to get out of here. I need to make my move now. But will I have time to get to a car before he knows what Im doing?

I race up the stairs and pause at the top step. The living room is mostly empty, except for Kassie sobbing on the couch. Nobodys paying any attention to her. Where is Janine? Where is anyone I know? Has most of the North Shore crew left already? Will one of Marks friends invite Michael in?

I look out to the pool; it seems most of the party has migrated out there. Topless girls are jumping off the diving board to claps and cheers from the guys in the pool. Steam is rising off the water, fogging my view of the backyard. Michael wont risk getting too close to the house. There are too many people who would recognize him.

Where the hell is Janine?

I start toward the kitchen, but Kyle is in there with a couple of guys who are pounding on his shoulder as if to say, Sorry you didnt get laid, Bug-boy.

I look back at Kassie lying on the couch, crying into a pillow. Did she drive here? Of course, she doesnt look like shes remotely able to operate a car right now.

How many beers have I had? I look at my watch. Ive been here over four hours, I had maybe five beers or six, most of them pounded within the first two hours before the make-out session began. According to beer-math, I am probably over the legal limit, but I should be able to drive without taking out anyones hedge.

I am certainly feeling extremely alert. God bless adrenaline.

I hunch over and scurry to Kassie. Hey, whats wrong? Its taking tremendo effort to keep my voice calm.

Kassie looks up. Shes got snot pouring out of her nose and white powder smeared across her cheek. I know how bad it feels to be drunk and coked up at the same time  the two different highs fighting in your body. Im glad I didnt know they were cutting lines up here; my heart is beating fast enough as it is.

This party sucks! she says, and rests her head back on the pillows, letting out a huge moan. I feel sick.

I start rubbing her back, trying not to grimace as she lets loose a vomit-smelling burp. I turn my head away and take a deep breath. Why dont you let me take you home? You brought your car, right?

Shes not saying anything. Does she even hear me?

Kassie, do you want to go home? I say a little louder.

She looks up and wipes her nose on her sleeve. Shes nodding yes, sniffling.

Do you have your keys? Wheres your car? I hope its not too far away from the front door. I hope its not blocked in.

Kassie sucks in a gallon of snot and looks around the room. My purse. Red.

I look around the room, searching for her purse, or someone else I can get a ride from.

Where is Janine?

There, Kassie whispers, pointing to the marble breakfast bar. Red. Armani.

She flops back onto the couch, and I run over and grab her purse. I dump it on the counter. Hairbrush, wallet, diet pills, keys! Mercedes. I wonder if her parents know she gets trashed and drives their ridiculously expensive car around? I sweep everything but the diet pills back in. She cant weigh more than ninety pounds.

Lets go, I say into her ear. Shes not moving, and Im tempted to just take her car. Id be doing her a favor, but I dont want to add grand theft auto to my list of troubles. Come on, I grunt, pulling one of her arms up.

Leave me alone, she says, swiping her hand at me.

Oh, no, youre going home! I yank her up on her feet and she opens her eyes, surprised.

Jordan! I havent like seen you in Shes staring at me, and I think shes starting to remember our conversation from before.

Im taking you home, I say, leading her toward the door.

Oh, yeah, she mumbles. I dont feel so good.

You can puke later. Lets just get you and me out of here.

Coat, I need my coat.

Damn! I forgot about our coats. Where are they?

Screw it!

Look, lets just get out of here and get our coats tomorrow, okay.

Mmm. Im staying at my dads this weekend.

Okay, then. Great.

Im holding Kassie up and peeking out the window by the door. Judging by the amount of cars in the driveway, the party has cleared out considerably. I look at all the cars for a Mercedes. What color is it?

I feel sick, she moans again.

Your car, what color is it?

Shes not saying anything. Im trying to stay patient, but coddling her is getting real old, real fast. Kassie, what color is your freaking car?

Her head lolls on its side. Silver, she whispers.

Down at the end of the driveway is a silver car. I think its a Mercedes. How fast can I get to the car dragging Kassie? I cant do it quickly enough. Its too risky. I turn around and a guy pops up from the basement barroom.

Hey, can you help me?

He looks over and smiles. His face is all flushed and I wonder what the girl he was just with is doing now. Basking in the afterglow? Passed out? Did he see Bug-boy and me going at it?

He smirks. Hey, baby, the Bradster can help you any way you want any time you want.

The Bradster? Oh, please.

I just need help getting her to the car. I tilt my head toward Kassie and hope he gets it.

He looks disappointed, but hes coming over. Whoa, looks like too much party, party, party.

Yeah, way too much. I open the door and peer out. No Michael. No Michael that I can see, at any rate.

Yo, Steve-man, the Bradster calls out. Little help here.

Steve-man starts coming toward us, and from the slant hes walking on, its apparent hes almost as gone as Kassie.

Dude, Steve-man says, nodding. His face is red and sweaty.

Help me haul this chick, man.

Cool, Steve-man says, still nodding, looking Kassie up and down. He wiggles his eyebrows at the Bradster. Hottie.

Im very tempted to just throw Kassie at their feet and take her car, but I decide to try again, this time a little more direct. Yo, Steve-man, this hottie may very well start puking all over the place if we dont get her out of here fast!

Dude, that would suck, the Bradster says, looking around, and I bet hes wishing he was still down in the basement. But Steve-man and the Bradster seem to think the threat of projectile vomiting is a good reason for removing Kassie from the premises, and they each grab an end of her.

Mark, like, owes us one, Steve-man grunts as he wobbles with his arms around Kassies chest. Cause, like, puking sucks.

Silver Mercedes at the end, I say. I let them go out first. I do a side-to-side rapid scan of the bushes. Kassie moans and slaps her hands around Steve-mans face.

Cut the shit, he says, stumbling toward the car.

I take a deep breath and sprint to the car. I shove the keys in and open the door. Hurry up! I yell, watching the Bradster laugh as Kassie relentlessly flails at Steve-man. I fire up the engine and tap the steering wheel, counting their steps. God, why are they so slow? I look around the hedges. I cant see into the backyard. Where is Michael?

Steve-man and the Bradster come around, and I lean over to unlock the passenger door. They dump her in and shake their heads. Shes, like, totally whacked, the Bradster says.

Everyone here is totally whacked, I say.

Steve-man closes his eyes, nodding. Yo, that is so true. Youre so

I lean over Kassie and slam her door.

Later! I hit the door lock and throw the car into reverse, squealing backward down the driveway and nearly hitting several cars parked behind us. Put on your seatbelt, Kassie. I look toward the house and I think I see Michael standing on a small hill in the side yard. Im pretty sure its him, but Im not stopping for a closer look. Im getting out of here. I hope the Bradster and the other guests will be okay. Maybe I should have warned someone.

Kassie groans and looks my way. Youre sho nice.

Yeah, thanks.

She nods. I dont think youre a slut.

Great, glad to hear it.

We head onto Route One and I try to decide where to go. Look, Kassie, maybe we should drive around a bit. I mean, I dont think you want your dad seeing you like this, right?

Kassie shuts her eyes and her breaths get deeper. I wonder what makes a person a slut. Am I a slut because I let a bunch of guys in without the required relationship? Is Rachael a slut because she likes having sex?

Youre sho nice, Kassie murmurs.

Am I a slut because I let Michael in so fast? I guess the third date is pretty fast considering Id only let David Santos get to an over-the-bra second base before that.

But, hell, things have gotten a lot faster since. Does it count if you dont always enjoy it? I wish Kassie was awake; Id ask her. I wonder if Kassies done it.

I turn onto Shore Road. The back roads may have fewer cops on them, but Shore Road has fewer places for Michael to hide. The cars got plenty of gas, and Kassie seems to be somewhat comatose. Ill just drive around until sunrise, or pull into the beach parking lot and hang out. I can rehearse what Im going to say to Michael. And I can figure out what Im going to tell Kassies father when I drop her off.

Sorry, Mr. Campbell, Id have brought Kassie home earlier but I couldnt risk getting out of the car until the sun rose. You see, I blew off my vampire ex-boyfriend and you know how unpredictable the undead can be. I mean, really, Mr. Campbell, would you ever have imagined hed come looking for me? Would you ever have imagined hed show up at the party and actually talk to people? Hes getting bolder, thats for sure.

Mr. Campbell will nod knowingly. Or desperate. Do you think hed have risked exposure if hed been thinking rationally?

You have a point, sir, but I assessed the situation and got myself out before there was any trouble. And I didnt sleep with anyone.

Mr. Campbell will smile proudly and say, You learned a good lesson, young lady. Never trust a vampire  or men in general, ha, ha. Well, good luck, and thanks for taking such good care of my little girl.

Ill look up and smile at him. And she didnt puke in your car.

I decide to pull into the Bayville Beach parking lot and turn off the engine. Its open in all directions so theres no way Michael can sneak up on me. The sky is getting lighter and the coast is clear  no pun intended. I imagine Michael must be getting his affairs in order so he can sleep. I wonder where he sleeps? Theres so much Ive never asked him, so many times we just glossed over the fact that hes dead.

But maybe he thought my not knowing the ins and outs of being a vampire would make it easier for me to open the window. Maybe thats why he climbs the tree instead of flying into it bat-style: so I wouldnt see how low Id have to sink to be with him.

What do I do now? I know Im stronger than I thought  well, at least I know Im capable of saying no, and thats a start. And I dont want anything Michael has to offer. Its probably too late for Danny and me, but we wont even get a chance if I stay in my room hiding from Michael. How the hell am I going to get rid of Michael?

I need to think about something else. I put my bra back on, then take out my phone.

I should check my messages to see if Janine or Rachael were trying to figure out where I ended up. I open my purse and turn on my cell phone.

Jesus, twelve messages.

Shut up, you assholes. I cant hear myself talk. Jordie-pie, Gabby here. And Janine! Give me the damn phone! Anyway, Mark has some awesome weed. Where are you hiding? Get off whatever guy youre on, figuratively and literally, and get out to the pool house. P.S., its like twelve-fifty, so if you dont get this soon, fugetaboutit!

Sorry, Gab, I was sucking face with Bug-boy.

Oh, God, Jordan, its Lisa. Dont come home, hes waiting for you. Hes alive, and, oh, God, call home. Its Lisa and Im at your house. Please call me. Michael is alive and I think hes gone after you. Call me as soon as you get this.

Lisa? Lisas at my house? Shes seen Michael? Shit! Oh, Shit! How did Lisa get in my house? How did she get my cell phone number?

Hey, Jordan, its Janine. Where are you? Im, like, ready to go and theres no sign of you. That guy Kyle is, like, with someone else, so where are you? Find someone better? Hope youre having fun!!!

Jordan, where are you? Im scared. Im so scared. I think Im going crazy. What if he comes back? I dont know what Ill do if he comes back. Your mom and Steve arent home, and Jordan  please call me.

Jordan, be careful.

Jordan, where are you? Jordan

I turn off the phone and I look at my watch. Forty-five minutes until sunrise  Kassie should be sober enough to take the wheel. I gently shake her shoulder. Hey, wake up.

Kassies head jerks forward, and she opens her eyes. What? She looks out the windshield and yawns. Where are we?

At the beach, but I need you to drive me home.

CHAPTER TWELVE

I watch Kassies car pull away and hustle to my front door. Could Lisa still be here? How did she get in, anyway? Why did she come to see me?

Nutty meows and winds his way through my legs as I open the door.

He zips into the kitchen, and I stand in the front entrance and listen  nothing but the sound of kibble being consumed. Is she still here?

I head up the stairs, thankful for the God-awful pink carpeting my mom put in thats making my ascent quiet. I dont know why, but Im a little scared to see Lisa. Well, not as scared as I was to see Michael last night, but Lisa was my best friend for nine years, and I dont know what Im going to say to her.

I open my bedroom door, careful to pull down on the knob to avoid it squeaking. Lisa is curled up against the wall opposite the window. She didnt even bother to get a pillow or blankets. Maybe she was too scared to go back toward the window.

Why didnt I ever think to move my bed to the other wall?

Lisa looks frail, so unlike how I remember her. She was always strong, kind of like Rachael, but not so in-your-face, and even though she was one of the shortest girls in our class, when you talked to her she seemed tall. And Lisa was brave. When we climbed my tree she always jumped down six feet to the ground, her red curls flying past me as I hung on to the lowest branch, prolonging the drop as long as possible.

Lisa?

Lisas eyes open, and shes staring at me like shes not sure if Im really there. Jordan?

Yeah, hi. Im, um, home. Lisa isnt moving; shes just staring. I want to tell her to blink. I want to tell her theres nothing to worry about  but that wouldnt exactly be true.

Jordan, am I crazy? Was that really Michael? He seemed so real, but he couldnt be, could he?

I walk over and sit down next to her. She pulls herself up slowly and leans into me. I can feel her shaking.

Youre not crazy. Im so sorry you had to see him. It figures, the one night I go out. But it was Michael  it is Michael. Hes

How much do I tell her? Id kind of like to leave out the embarrassing Ive-been-holed-up-in-my-room-for-three-months-talking-to-a-dead-guy-and-contemplating-joining-him stuff.

Is he really a vampire? she asks.

My eyes widen. He told you?

She turns away. Its really true?

I nod. The lack of sleep is making me punchy. Im afraid our former homecoming king is now king of the undead. I try to laugh a little, to throw some levity into this, but Lisas face crumples.

I was so scared, she sobs. I came to see you, and I was waiting for you, and then he shows up at the window.

I walk over to my bed and sit. Hes been coming here every night since his funeral. I turn and secure the latch on the window, then run my fingers down the pane. Yesterday was the first night Ive been out since then.

He thought I was you. He just started talking, and he sounded so concerned, like like you were still his girlfriend.

Yeah, well, were real close.

Lisas mouth drops open.

Uh, thats a joke, I say. Sort of. But I think Im the only one hes been talking to  until last night, that is. Somehow he followed me to this party. I dont know how he knew where I was, but somehow he did.

I was praying he wouldnt be able to find you.

What do you mean?

Shes turned away again, looking at my bookshelf. My eyes gravitate toward the gold-flecked frame of the picture of us that Ive turned sideways and tucked away between the books. I wonder if she sees it.

I kind of looked in your diary and read about the party. I kind of told him. Lisa looks at me, her chin quivering. But when he realized who he was talking to, and that you werent home, he went crazy He said he was going to come in. He said hed hurt me.

He cant come in unless you invite him! Didnt you read that in my journal?

I wasnt exactly thinking clearly! I I just wanted him to go. I didnt think hed find you. I wasnt even sure if you were really at the party; you wrote that you werent going, and that entry was from a couple of days ago.

I shake my head. You read my journal and you sent him after me.

Im sorry!

Were not fourth grade best-friends-forever who swap diaries anymore!

I just

What  invaded my privacy, almost got me killed?

Lisa squeezes her eyes shut and rocks back and forth. Im sorry.

Look, Im sorry, too. I was pretty messed up the first time Michael showed up, and I wont be getting any awards for good judgment, either. Forget the stupid diary, whatre you doing here? How did you even get in? How did you get my cell number?

Lisa wipes her nose against her sleeve and takes a shaky breath. Its surreal to see her barely holding herself together.

The number is on your bulletin board. She points at the board and I shake my head. I can never remember my own number, so I put it up where Id have to see it a lot.

And I still have your key from when I used to feed Nutty if you were away or in case of an emergency.

Im not sure sneaking into my house and reading my diary qualifies as an emergency but her eyes are wide and hopeful, like I should be totally stoked about this trip down memory lane. Im guessing now is not the best time to tell her I tossed out her key a few years ago.

And I wanted to see how you were.

Well, now you know. Total head case being stalked by a vampire  classic teen angst. How have the last few years been for you?

Lisa manages the tiniest of smiles. Pretty sucky, actually.

Come on tennis all-star, in-crowd, great hair  high school dreams come true.

I know you know about me being away.

I shrug. Rehab is very Hollywood right now. All the A-listers are doing it.

Lisa sighs and pushes herself up slowly. She walks over to my bed and sits up by my pillow, drawing her knees to her chest. She leans back against the headboard and closes her eyes. I wasnt in rehab. I was at the Twin Oaks Psychiatric Hospital.

What? But everyone said

Lisa opens her eyes and rests her chin on her knees. You can thank Marnie for the rehab rumor. Apparently, she saw OxyContin in my purse one day and assumed Id scored it on the street instead of picking it up at Walgreens. After I left for the hospital, she took it upon herself to turn one bottle of pills into a full-blown drug habit  the rest is history.

But how did you end up at the hospital? And what the hell were you doing with OxyContin?

After I took a few too many of said pills, my doctor thought I needed a little more supervision  end of story. And right now Id kind of like to figure out how were going to deal with Michael instead of discussing my accidental overdose.

I shake my head. Whoa, wait a minute. You cant drop a bomb like that and expect me to forget about it.

Lisa gets up and walks to my mirror. I shouldnt have told you. Besides, it was nothing  it was an accident.

An overdose isnt nothing  accidental or not. And you still havent told me what you were doing with OxyContin in the first place? Thats, like, heavy-duty stuff.

It doesnt matter.

It does! Lisa, whats going on?

She looks at me and bites her lower lip.

You can tell me.

Fine! I have lupus. And before you ask, its a chronic inflammatory disease  complete with chronic pain, arthritis, headaches, heart and lung problems, and hair loss. Fun, huh? Lisa runs her fingers through her curls and comes away with a handful of hair. Oh, and exposure to sunlight brings on this lovely rash. Not real conducive for being out on the courts or attracting guys  not that I have any energy for that.

I look at the red blotches Id noticed a few days ago splashed across her cheeks. But isnt there medicine you can take?

Yeah, its just the medicine isnt working that well, but my doctor thinks Im making great strides managing the pain. Only thing left to do is figure out how to live a completely different life from the one Id imagined. Once I nail that down, Im hoping to get off the antidepressants.

Why didnt you tell anyone? What about Alicia? She couldve shut Marnie up.

Alicia? Were real close when Im playing well, but lets just say most of my friendships revolve around being good at sports. And you know as well as I that if I told everyone I have lupus, thered be a big pity party with tons of sympathy, and then everyone would slowly back away, leaving me with nothing but my rash.

No!

Yes.

I dont believe that, but Im here for you, and youve got your parents. Do they even know where you are?

Lisa sighs. No. I snuck out after bed check. I couldnt sleep and I needed to clear my head. I wasnt planning to stay out all night, but then Michael showed up.

Well, when your parents wake up and find you missing, theyre gonna freak.

Lisa nods. I know. Ill call them soon. She stretches her arms over her head as she walks over to my desk chair. The important thing right now is: What are we going to do about Michael?

Lisas hand flutters to her cheek and she traces the rash with her fingers so exactly I imagine shes spent a lot of time looking in the mirror. Is he still Michael? I mean, is he still the way he was before?

I think so. He sounds the same. He doesnt have a soul, but he still I pause because I was about to say he still loves me, but now Im wondering if thats possible. Can you love someone if you dont have a soul?

Lisa is staring at me intently, waiting for me to finish.

But, well, you wouldnt know it, I say finally. He can still be kind of a jerk, but thats nothing new. And he still has feelings, I add, thinking maybe you can still feel love without a soul.

Is that why you havent done anything about him?

Yeah, andI want to tell Lisa the truth, but I cant. I suppose I was hoping one of these nights hed just stop showing up. I push my lips into a smile and keep my focus on Lisas eyes. I resist the urge to look away and brush my bangs aside  which, according to Rachael, is a body language red alert for lying.

Lisa shakes her head, You know, Jordan, you havent changed. You always expect your little problems to go away by themselves. Well, believe me, youve got to deal with things head on.

Little problems? I ask, wondering how Lisa thinks my problem with Michael is so trivial. Are we talking about the same thing? Michael may still be Michael, but Ive been trapped in my house for the last four months by this little problem capable of draining all the blood from my body!

I didnt mean it like that, its just Lisa slumps in the chair. Okay, bottom line is he has to go, right? He went after you last night, and now I know about him  things have changed.

I let out a big sigh. Its not that simple. Ive read a lot about vampires, and getting rid of them isnt easy. And Heres my chance to tell her that Michael is in love with me, and that until very recently, I thought I might still love him, too.

I flop back onto my bed and close my eyes. I just dont think its doable.

I hear Lisa get up and walk over to my bookcase. She starts drumming her fingers across the spines of the books. I open my eyes just in time to see her pull our picture out from in between the books, and then quickly slide it back. Everything is doable, and if at first you dont succeed, you find another way.

Yeah, except in this case, not succeeding gets you killed  or worse!

Not if were prepared. I mean, really, how would you do it?

I dont know.

Well, lets make a list. Well write down all our options, and decide on the best course of action.

Okay, I know Lisa has always been a total list maniac, but doesnt she realize that no matter how much we prepare, chances are still pretty darn good wed be dead meat by morning? And doesnt she remember how many times she failed to change the world  or me  with her lists? I want to tell her to stop. I want to tell her I wont be slipping back into my old role as her unwavering follower.

Lisa flips over a piece of paper on my desk and picks up a pen. I wish Rachael were here. I have a feeling she wouldnt approach this problem like we were making campaign slogans for a student council election. Of course, Rachael would probably get hung up trying to analyze Michaels motivations, but right now that sounds a hundred times better than one of Lisas lists.

Okay, she says. I know theres a stake through the heart, crosses, and garlic. Thats three. Oh, and sunlight, right? What else?

Youd need a shitload of garlic to do any damage, but vampires cant swim, so you could drown them, and theres always my personal favorite: decapitation, I say, hoping shell see the futility in all this. But I really dont

Lisa looks at me, her eyes wide. Could you really do that? Could you really cut someones head off?

Not someones, Michaels. But, no! Im not saying I could or I would. Dont you see how ridiculous this is?

So, youre just going to let him hang out here every night?

I dont want to, but Im not sure what else I can do.

Does he always come at the same time?

No, but after I went out last night I have a feeling hell be here early tonight to talk.

Do you know where he sleeps?

No, we kind of dont talk a lot about him being dead, but what difference does it make? I mean, you cant seriously think going after him is a good idea?

I was, you know, just thinking maybe we could do something during the day. Thats all I meant.

Look, Ill talk to him and see if we can work out some sort of deal, because I dont think driving a stake through Michaels heart will be anything like driving a tennis ball down the court. This is Michael Green were talking about  Michael Green with supernatural strength to go with his superego.

Lisa stares down at the list on the desk. What if it was me? Could you kill me?

No! God, what are you talking about?

We cant hide from him forever, Jordan. And if we go after him, he might make one of us a vampire, right? Shes running her fingers over her rash again. If somehow he made me into a vampire, she says, speaking very slowly, would you go after me? Could you kill me?

I stare at her in horror. Lisa, Im not going to talk about this. Just let me deal with Michael. Let me see what he says.

But what if he

The phone rings. Ill get it, I say, glad to stop this discussion for a few minutes. I look at the number on the screen. Its your house!

Lisa takes a deep breath and hugs her arms around her chest. You answer it.

Hello?

Jordan? This is Mrs. Dolan, Im so sorry to be calling at this hour, but Ive called everyone else, and well, you havent by any chance heard from Lisa, have you?

Her moms voice sounds so brittle, like shes going to break into pieces from worry.

Shes here  shes okay.

Mrs. Dolan lets out a choked sob, and I walk over to Lisa and hand her the phone.

Yes, Mother? I spent the night. I just needed to get out. I can walk home. Were kind of busy right now. Im fine; were just working on a school project. Yes, at seven oclock in the morning! Its just around the corner  I can walk. Whatever!

Lisa clicks the phone off and puts it back in the cradle. Shes coming to get me. She heads back to my desk and picks up a pen. How else could you do it?

Look, weve got plenty of time to deal with Michael. Just stay inside after sunset until we can get together again to figure something out.

I cant wait, she says flatly. She throws the pen down on the desk. But I guess I dont have a choice because my fucking mothers coming to pick me up because she cant leave me out of her sight for five seconds!

My eyes widen. I dont think Ive ever heard Lisa swear. Gabby does it all the time and I dont think twice about it, but hearing Lisa do it is awful. My stomach turns, and I dont know why, but Im embarrassed for her. Shes just worried. I mean, she didnt know where you were.

Lisa glares at me, and I feel like Im walking past the upper-crust tables in the cafeteria. I thought if Lisa and I ever reconnected, shed be the same; everything would be the same. But I did a pretty bang-up job imagining this wonderful relationship with Michael, so what do I know?

At least she cares, I add.

Lisa smiles. Its not her old Im-on-top-of-the-world smile, but it isnt a condescending one, either.

Im sorry. Im mad at my mom, not you. But I am worried about you. I dont think you should go after him alone.

For the hundredth time I never said I was going after Michael tonight! I never said I was going after him at all.

The corners of Lisas mouth curl up. So youll wait until we can handle this together?

Yes!

A horn beeps out front. Thats got to be your mom.

Lisa looks me in the eye. Dont do anything stupid. Stay put tonight!

I will.

Lisa narrows her eyes, and nods her head approvingly. Good.

The horn blares again.

Lisa looks in the mirror and runs her fingers through her curls. I watch as dozens of strands of hair float down to my rug. Ill call you  unless my mom takes away my phone.

She walks down the hall, and I hear her feet shuffling down the steps. She used to fly down my stairs  skipping every other step and then jumping past the last three, landing with a thud. But not today. Probably not ever again. I wonder what it feels like to have your body turn on you?

The door slams and I drop down on my bed. Im glad Im alone. I need to figure out what Im going to do  without help from Lisa. I thought itd be great having someone else help me with Michael, but this doesnt feel right. And with everything Lisas going through, I dont think shes in the right place to help me with this.

I get up and walk over to my desk and pick up the list she started. I resist the urge to cross out steak and replace it with stake.

Could I really do any of this? I may very well have to. Lisas right about the situation changing. After last night, its clear Michaels done waiting patiently at my window for an invitation, and if I have any hope of getting my life together, I need to take Lisas advice and deal with him once and for all. My best hope is hell listen to reason.

Michael, Ive been thinking about our relationship, and what with you being undead, and me not being into all that  well, I have to be honest and let you know this inviting-you-in thing is never going to happen. I know, it seems like Ive been leading you on all these months, and I kind of have been, but Ive realized that the reason I broke up with you before is because we have nothing in common, and you being a vampire has only widened the gap. But just because youre not technically breathing doesnt mean you cant make something of yourself. Ill bet there are plenty of opportunities for the undead in the fast-food industry! Wendys is always looking for help with the drive-thru window late at night.

Of course, dead or alive, Michael was never the kind of guy to take no for an answer, and maybe breaking up with him and pissing him off would be the stupidest plan ever. Itd probably be easier to get close to him if he thinks Im still all hot and bothered to let him in my window. Get close to him and do what? is the question. Stake him? How do you stake someone who says they love you  even if they are already technically dead?

I think about all the times Michaels lost his temper in the last few months  those moments when he said or did something and fear took over my body; how he threatened Lisa. Despite what I said, hes really not the same old Michael and I need to concentrate on that.

I shake my head and look out my window at the tree. I follow the branches with my eyes, then focus on the worn bark where he usually sits. At the very least I should be prepared, and what would be more appropriate than a stake made from the damn tree?

I unlatch the window, then push up the pane and screen. I reach out and pull a branch, bending it back and forth until the wood starts to split. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I yank and twist the branch around, finally pulling it off the tree. I shut the window and wonder how hard itll be to whittle the tip into a point. Too bad they didnt cover stakes in eighth-grade woodworking class. I look down at my chest. How far do you have to push a stake in before it pierces someones heart?

So what now? Sharpen the stake in case things get ugly with Michael  the pointier the better? Plan a speech that leaves his ego intact in the hopes of avoiding using said stake?

I go over to my desk and root around in my junk drawer for the pocketknife I got during my one year in Girl Scouts. I spot the large cross my mom bought during her brief church-going binge after the divorce. Its bigger than I remembered, at least thee inches long. I close it in my palm and try to feel its antivamp energy.

Nothing.

I turn it over. Gold plated. Not even solid. I dont remember reading that it has to be made of any certain type of metal, like the bullet for deep-sixing werewolves. God, should I start worrying about werewolves, too?

I roll my eyes and put the chain around my neck, hoping the power of the cross is brought forth by some cosmic otherworldly thing and not by the total time Ive spent in church.

I put a check next to the word cross on the list Lisa made. I flip the paper over and bite my lip when I see the heart surrounding Dannys name that Id crossed out last night. I look at his name and think about Rachaels word association. Whats the first word that pops into your head when you think about Michael? About Danny?

Regret.

I regret that I ever got involved with Michael. I regret that I let things spiral out of control.

I trace the heart with my finger. I regret letting Danny slip through my fingers. And I want to tell him how much I miss him. That I miss the me I was when we were together.

I look at my clock. I should get some sleep so I have enough energy to deal with Michael tonight. Hes the priority here, right?

No. The priority is getting my act together and taking back my life. Dealing with regret.

But, what would I say? Hey, Danny, I know you blew me off last night, but can we talk? I look at my phone and my stomach flutters. I programmed his number in last summer  not that I ever called. I picture Rachael pointing at the phone, saying the new me isnt afraid to make a call. Lisas voice echoes in my head, telling me to deal with my problems head on.

I pick up the phone and scroll down to Dannys number. Whats the worst thing that could happen, besides utter humiliation?

I take a deep breath and push the button.

One two three rings.

Hey, its me, Jordan. I was wondering if maybe you could, um, come over and talk.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I look in the mirror for the hundredth time and hope Rachael was right about Danny liking the natural look. Or in this case the havent-been-to-bed-yet-and-look-like-hell-warmed-over look.

I head back over to my bed and lightly bounce my index ringer on the stakes point as I watch for Danny through the window. I consider e-mailing the Girl Scouts of America to suggest they offer a badge for whittling vampire stakes.

Finally I see Danny jog around the corner and toward the house. I stash the stake in my night table drawer, in case Danny ends up here, because sharp-pointed objects in the bed would definitely be a mood killer.

I shake my head. If Im going to do this right, Danny wont be coming upstairs today.

The doorbell chimes and my confidence wavers. Just because he agreed to come over doesnt mean things are going to go my way. Hell, he could be planning to drive home the point that there isnt anything between us anymore. I take a deep breath and pray I wont throw up on his feet.

I open the door and look at his flushed cheeks and the nervous smile on his face. Hi, thanks for coming over.

His smile widens and my shoulders relax. No problem. I step aside to let him in, but he hesitates. Are your parents awake?

My mom and my stepfather are upstate at a christening; theyll be back later today.

Hes gnawing on his lip.

Is that a problem?

Um, I guess not. Its just that my mom doesnt like me hanging out if there arent any parents around, but she thinks Im out for a run. I shouldnt stay too long, though.

I lead him into the living room and cringe as he looks around at the flowered wallpaper, flowered couches, and flowered area rug. Pretty over the top, huh? Like a florists truck threw up. My mom saw this design in some decorating magazine. Its supposed to make you feel like youre in an English cottage garden, but all the patterns make my head spin.

Danny nods and sits in the recliner  built for one. Hes keeping his distance. I lower myself onto the couch, sinking into the pillows. My confidence is ebbing away.

Did you do something different to your hair?

Rachael did it. She thought I needed a change.

Oh, it looks nice. Uh, not that it didnt before.

Thanks.

So how was the party? Im kind of surprised youre up so early, he says.

I havent been to bed yet.

Oh, I guess it was really good, then.

Actually, it was pretty crappy. I stayed up all night making sure Kassie Campbell didnt wrap her car around a tree. And avoiding Michael.

Danny nods again. Kassies a trip, huh?

Yeah. I will my brain to say something scintillating to move past the small talk. So your mom doesnt like you hanging out without parents around? Real brilliant.

No, shes kind of fanatic about that. Your mom left you alone for the weekend?

Yeah, ever since my parents got divorced, dating took priority over parental supervision. Then, after she married my stepfather, whos this huge wine snob, they go winery-hopping all the time. Lets just say I got pretty good at entertaining myself while they travel.

Your dad is in South Carolina, right?

Yeah Not exactly an easy place to get to for the weekend, even with an airline ticket. But were old enough to take care of ourselves, right?

Not according to my parents. He pushes up his sleeve and checks his watch. So, he says, dragging his teeth across his lower lip, what did you want to talk about? He raises his eyebrows expectantly and I just about melt.

I, uh, wanted to talk about what happened last summer  you know, after Melissas party. You called me and I never called you back, but its not because I didnt want to. I kind of have this phone phobia thing. I was hoping you would call again, but

I didnt want you to think I was stalking you or anything, and after four unreturned calls I assumed you were hoping Id get the hint.

No! I, uh

Good Lord, I wont be winning any prizes for articulation today.

Deep breath.

I look into his dark gray eyes, and remember how comfortable it always was with him. I really, really wanted to call you back. A lot of stuff was going on last summer, but the thing I regret the most is not calling you back. And the more time passed, the harder it was to even think about picking up the phone, and I didnt even know if you were still interested, and And there was this little problem with Michael.

A big grin erupts on Dannys face. So when I said I missed you in class, I wasnt making a total fool of myself?

I let out a laugh. No. God, no.

Good, because Ive been kicking myself for that the past few days.

Can we start over? Id really like to.

Yeah, Id like that, too, but theres some stuff you should know first. Before were, like, official and everything.

Im intrigued, I think. Please dont tell me youve been experimenting with guys.

Its kind of embarrassing, and its why I couldnt go that party and all.

I could fill a book with the embarrassing situations Ive ended up in in the past few years. Why, just last night I was half naked in a room full of people, making out with an asshole!

Well, two summers ago my brother, Matt, and I were hanging out with Aaron Forbes. Do you remember him?

He used to go to our school, right? Little guy

Yeah, he goes to Saint Christophers now. But anyway, Aarons parents have this pub in their basement, with keg taps and stuff, and we kind of spent the summer, uh, boozing it up.

I shrug. Okay. You know, been there, done that. Still doing it.

Well, it, uh, turned out to be a big deal. One afternoon his mom found us passed out, and Aaron wouldnt wake up. He had to have his stomach pumped. Not surprisingly, my parents totally lost it  especially my mom. And Matt and I had to get jobs working for my uncles landscaping business so we could pay the Forbeses for all the beer we drank and the damage to the pub.

Okay, you were young and foolish  it happens.

Yeah, I guess it happens, but not to my mom  not to her babies. Shes turned into this militant breath-checking nut. I cant go anywhere without her calling parents. Shed do background checks on the whole town if she could.

Well, nobody I know has totally normal parents. Lisa Dolan was here this morning, and after she was away her mom is pulling the same stuff.

I didnt know you and Lisa were friends.

We were, you know, in elementary school, and part of middle school. I shrug again. So is that it? You havent been having a torrid affair with Mademoiselle Chubb or anything?

He laughs. Not until she loses the mustache!

We both laugh, and I think maybe Danny wont judge me too harshly if I ever take a stab at true confessions.

But seriously, you just need to know that if we get together, it may not be what youre used to. I cant stay out past ten thirty  eleven if shes feeling generous. And my mom will be watching us like a hawk. Shell probably grill your mom about whats going on over here, too.

Like my mom has a clue.

Yeah, well also I know you like to go out and party, but I cant be with you when you do.

But I dont have to

Wait, let me finish. He purses his lips together. I hear Gabby and Janine talking at play practice and I assume youre doing the same stuff, and thats okay, but until my mom works through her stuff, Im not going to be Mister Exciting. Danny looks down at his lap. So?

He looks so cute and worried. I want to run over and hug him. I think riding to track meets with you last spring was the highlight of my year.

Danny lets out a long sigh. Oh, so okay, so were, uh

I feel this huge, warm smile break out on my face. Yeah, we are.

Danny gets ups and sits down next to me. He picks up my hand, and I hope he doesnt notice that Im shaking. I was scared you were going to blow me off because I cant you know.

I lean in and we kiss. It feels so good. I know I should be enjoying it, I am enjoying it, but I cant help thinking about talking to Michael tonight.

Danny pulls back. I really hate to go, but if I dont get home soon my mom will release the bloodhounds.

Its okay. I really should get some sleep, anyway. Hey can I ask you something?

Anything.

Was it hard when you stopped, you know, going to Aarons house everyday?

Hes blushing, and I wish I could tell him not to be embarrassed, that Im envious hes already tackled the stuff Im still struggling with.

Yeah, at first it was. But it was mostly a relief. I mean, it sucked being hungover all the time  and worrying about getting caught. Working with my uncle helped, gave me something to do, kept my mind off of it. Being afraid of my mom helped, too.

I nod. I wish I were like Danny. I wish everything were behind me instead of crouched outside my window, ready to pounce.

He stands up. Id better get going; my aunt is throwing this birthday party for my grandmother and Im supposed to help set up a tent in her backyard. If I dont get home too late, Ill give you a call.

Great.

He takes my hand as I walk him to the front door. His fingers twist with mine, and shivers run up my arm. I resist the temptation to redirect him to my room. I need to trust that I dont need to ambush him in order to seal the deal.

I open the door and he leans down and kisses me again. Im really glad you called me, he whispers in my ear.

I watch him jog down my driveway, then shut the door and sprint up the stairs. I did it! I scream, running into my room. And he kissed me. Yes! Yes! Yes! I squeal as I throw myself on my bed and hug the pillow to my chest. I can still smell him. I can still smell that wonderful salty sweat smell, the way he smelled on the bus rides back to school after meets. I pull my shirt up over my nose and breathe him in. Oh, so much nicer than that damn coconut crap Michael wears. I cant believe I ever liked that smell  like the cardboard palm tree deodorizer Janine hangs in her car.

I reach over to grab my phone to call Rachael but decide its too early. At least I wanted to call her.

I put the pillow under my head and pull my comforter up to my chin. I should get some sleep  a couple of hours, at least, and then I can figure out what to say to Michael tonight. I yawn and close my eyes, thinking about how perfectly Dannys hand fit with mine.

Jordan?

I bolt up in bed. My room is dark and gray. Mom? What time is it?

My mother flips on the light. Three thirtyish. We just got home. Do you feel all right? She bends over and starts picking up clothes.

3:30! Damn, less than two hours of sunlight left.

Im fine. I just went out last night and I, uh, got home pretty late.

Well, its about time you went out. I was getting worried about you. You know I was talking to Aunt Cathy yesterday and she thinks maybe you need to talk to someone.

I sit up and shake my head. Im fine, Mom. Um, look, I should do some homework, and

Oh! she gasps, her hands waving in the air. Your hair, I love it. When did you do it?

Amazing how easily distracted she is from parental concern.

I didnt do it, Rachael did. It was her idea.

My mom nods and sits down next to me. You look absolutely gorgeous! She reaches out and runs her fingers through my hair. Her eyes are sparkling, and I imagine her next move will involve building some sort of shrine to pay homage to Rachael and Clairol for bringing her the blond daughter shed always hoped for. Well, perhaps I underestimated that girl.

Yeah, youd be surprised how much you two really have in common.

My mom snorts. I wouldnt go that far, but maybe theres hope.

Her hair is purple now.

Oh, good Lord! Well, at least you finally look like the gorgeous girl I knew you could be!

God, is she even slightly aware of how horrible that was to say?

Why do you hate the way I look so much? There, I said it.

What? The eyebrows go up.

Why didnt you like the way I looked before?

I dont know what youre talking about. Youve always been beautiful. She gets up and smoothes the pleats of her pants. Shes going to leave. I know I should be concentrating on Michael right now, but for once Im not going to let her get away with trashing me.

You just said I was finally gorgeous, which implies you thought something about my appearance was lacking.

Thats not what I said.

Actually it is. And you spend an exorbitant amount of time trying to get me to color my hair, wear makeup, and dress up. Do you even realize that most moms discourage these things? Most moms drill it into their daughters heads that they look great just the way they are? So I guess Ive always wondered what was so wrong with me that I needed to be fixed up so badly?

I never meant I

And most moms ask about homework, and want to know exactly where their kids are and what theyre doing.

Jordan, really.

And most moms know if their kids are having problems.

Look, I dont know where this is coming from, but anything about your appearance Ive mentioned was just to help you feel more confident. And I have always trusted you and respected you, and Ive never felt the need to be one of those parents who keeps her child on a leash. And most teenagers would relish the freedom you enjoy.

Yeah, I relished getting so trashed last night that I almost slept with a stranger  again. I relished driving my friend around last night because she was too drunk and coked up to get behind the wheel. I relish swiping booze from the liquor cabinet and smoking pot with my friends. I am totally relishing my freedom, Mom.

I almost smile as the color drains from my moms face, leaving the pinkish-purple blush across her cheekbones looking like war paint.

Jordan, I

Yes?

I-I dont know what to say.

I feel my eyes well up, and I look up at the ceiling, trying to stop my tears. I do not want to cry. They tumble down my cheeks anyway, and I clench my fists. God, why am I such a mess? I always thought throwing her poor excuse for parenting in her face would make me feel triumphant and strong. I figured thered be no way she could justify her behavior, and I imagined her begging me for forgiveness. I imagined shaking my head in disgust because her apologies would just remind me that I am a better person than she is.

But maybe Im crying because after listening to the list I just spouted off, I dont have a whole lot to lord over anyone.

Im not better than her  I just have a different set of problems.

My eyes flick over to the clock. Im running out of daylight. Part of me is relieved, like Ive just crossed off another item on my internal list of things to do. Part of me wants to say, okay  catharsis over  I have to move on to the next item: Michael.

My mom sits down on my bed again and sniffs daintily. What do you want me to do?

I shrug. I dont know. Hunt down Michael for me.

Barbara? Steve calls from downstairs. Wheres the Verona Pizza menu?

Hold on, she calls out. Do you want to take the day off tomorrow and talk? We can go shopping and do lunch. Figure things out.

Ive been warned that any further absences on my part will result in meetings with Dr. Deluca.

Barbara? The menu?

In a minute! Her voice is getting shrill. She turns to me. We can talk now; Steve can wait.

I shake my head. Its okay. I feel better now that you know. We can talk later.

You sure this can wait?

Yeah.

My mom stands up and pulls a few tissues out of the box on my end table. I think shes going to offer me some, but she walks over to my mirror and blots the makeup collecting in the corner of her eyes. She turns back to me. Dinner tomorrow? Well get this figured out. Shes smiling  like all my troubles can be fixed in the time it takes to finish a grilled chicken salad and a couple of Diet Cokes.

She pats me on the knee. I wonder why she looks so happy, and then I realize Ive just provided her with hours of phone-call fodder to agonize over with her friends. I think I should offer a retraction, but shes already headed down the stairs.

I lie back on my bed. Will I get what Danny has? Extreme parenting? I almost laugh  theres no way Mom is capable of taking it to that level, but Ive definitely just thrown away the keys to the free booze-a-rama in the living room. Once Mom fills Steve in, hell lock everything up  even the cheap stuff.

At least Ill be dealing with Michael sober tonight.

I glance over at the clock again. Times almost up and I still dont know what Im going to say to Michael. I open my night table drawer and see The Vampire Almanac lying under the stake. I wonder if the author ever imagined her readers would actually need to use any of the techniques listed in the book.

Id bet shed wet her pants if Michael came knocking on her window.

I think about what Lisa said; what if somehow Michael made me a vampire? Who would I come back to haunt?

The phone rings.

Jordan, its for you, Steve yells.

I lean over, wondering if its Lisa.

Hello?

Hey just checking in.

Hey, Rachael.

What happened last night? You were supposed to sleep over but then you disappeared. Gabby was all set to leave you, but Janine and I insisted on doing a thorough search. We encountered much craziness, but no you. Some guy did think hed seen you leave, though.

Sorry, I went home with Kassie. I tried to find you.

Rachael is laughing. You willingly spent time with Kassie? Were you totally wasted?

Not as bad as Kassie. We kind of drove around until she sobered up.

Good girl, you stuck to your plan.

My plan?

You know, not getting all trashed. And I heard about blowing off Kyle  and not the way he wanted. I think youre showing signs of improvement! And just so you know, I told him you needed to get away from Kassie, but you were on the rebound and not to push anything.

I guess he didnt quite get your drift, and I guess I shouldnt tell you I was topless surrounded by empties before I showed signs of improvement.

All the better! You were sinking and you pulled yourself up. Im reading this great book about living in the now. You should really read it and

Uh, Rachael?

Yeah?

I appreciate the call, but its almost dark, and I have something big I need to take care of.

Oh. Whatever. Sorry I care.

No, really Im glad you called, but its something big.

Do I get a hint?

Ill tell you about it when its over.

Fine.

Shes mad. Actually, there is something I can tell you.

Yeah? Shes trying to sound bored.

Danny and I are together.

Rachael is whooping it up, and I m smiling. I wish I could tell her the rest. Tell her about Michael.

Oh, my God! When the hell did that happen? Is that the big thing? Come on, spill!

It happened around eight thirty this morning, but thats not the thing I have to take care of, thats just a very good thing. I promise Ill fill you in on all the details, but for now I really have to go.

Okay. She sounds sulky, but I can tell shes not mad anymore.

And Rachael, thanks for calling. It means a lot.

No problemo. Good luck with your thing.

Thanks. I hang up the phone. Ill need it. I sit up in bed and look out my window. The sky is a dark, dull gray. The branches claw at my window as the wind blows by in stiff gusts.

Michael will be here soon to make sure I dont go out tonight. I imagine him waking, stretching stiff, cold limbs. I feel the wind sneak in around the edges of my window, and wonder if the cold air makes him move and think slower. I realize Im clasping the cross hanging around my neck. Its warm now from resting on my skin. I wonder how Michael is going to take my news. I wonder if Michaels heart is too cold to break.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I watch the clock numbers change. 10:48. Where is he? I was so sure hed be here early tonight.

Skeletal branches wave in the light across the street. I squint into the neighbors backyard to see if Michael is walking along the fencerow.

I look out at the streetlight again.

Someone is walking down the middle of the road. I laugh at myself for thinking it might be Michael. Michael would never be out walking where anyone could see him. I turn my gaze back to the fences that divide the properties between my street and Lisas, and realize that, after showing up at Marks party, I cant be too sure about what he would or wouldnt do. I look out into the street again. The persons getting closer.

I see the light summer jacket Michael was wearing at Marks party; I see his hair waving in the wind.

I remember how happy I was to see Danny jogging down the street this morning. My stomach flips, and a crop of goose bumps emerge on my arms as I watch Michael coming closer to the house.

Hes strutting up the middle of the road, and for a second I think maybe hes always come this way, I just never knew. But I dont really think thats true. I think things are different now.

Michael pauses in the street in front of my house. He looks up and his eyes lock onto mine. His eyes are glowing green, like a cats in the light, and a nasty smile emerges on his face. He points his fingers like a gun and pretends to shoot me. I flinch and his smile widens.

He jogs down the driveway and leaps into the air. My eyes pop as his body shrinks and transforms in an instant. Heavy wings beat and lift him up toward my room.

Bile rises in my throat as I watch the large bat come closer. The skin stretched taut between the long finger bones catches the moonlight, and I swallow hard. I turn away and lean back against my headboard, hugging my knees to my chest.

Why is he doing this to me? I would never ever do this to Danny.

Oh.

Oh, shit!

I get it.

I finally freaking get it!

Michael doesnt love me. If he did, he would have left me alone. He wouldnt have put me through three and a half months of hell.

Michael has probably wanted to kill me since the first day he showed up at my window. I actually have to admire his patience. I never wouldve thought he had it in him.

I brace myself. I need to get the first word in  take charge and keep the upper hand. I cant let him catch me off guard.

Boo! Michael yells as he materializes on the branch closest to my window. I jump, cracking the back of my skull against the headboard.

Round one: Michael.

Hey, babe! Sorry Im late, but the craziest thing happened tonight. I was on my way over here and Lisa Dolan showed up! I didnt think Id made such a great impression last night, what with being pissed to hell you blew me off. But there she was out looking for me and showing the love.

I shake my head. Youre lying!

No, seriously, she came looking for me! I dont know why Lisa and I never hooked up when I was you know alive, but there was only so much of me to go around, and short girls never turned me on. But when youve got a live one begging for some action  short or not  how can you say no?

Michael, shes

Looking for a fix? I know, he says with a laugh. Apparently shes been thinking about me all day; about how I can take her away from the big, bad pain. How I can make her strong again. I told her Id have to think about it, you know. But were gonna get together a little later to discuss it further.

Hes laughing, and Im shaking as anger wells up inside me. I hate myself for not figuring out things sooner  for letting things go this far.

Michael, if there is any part of you thats still human, youll leave Lisa alone. This is between you and me.

It still is, Jo. Whatever happens to Lisa will be all your fault. But, frankly, you going out and Lisa showing up was just the kick in the ass I needed. Ive wasted three fucking months waiting for you to open this stupid ass window  but I dont need to wait anymore. Tonights the night, babe. Tonight youll be begging me to come in!

I dont want this  I dont want you. Ive said it a thousand times, and I will say it again: I will never let you in!

Michael leans in, places his hands on my window, and grins. I see him so clearly now; he looks like the old Michael, except for the sharp teeth.

Funny, thats not the impression I got on Friday. But dont sweat it, cause youre not just going to ask me in tonight, you are going to beg me, he says slowly. I could have had you that first night. I stood by the side of your house and watched you stumble and fall in your driveway. I could have swooped in and torn your throat out, but Im a patient kind of guy. I knew thered be a day when youd beg me to come in, and I knew it would be worth the wait. But enough is enough.

He runs his tongue over his teeth and I suck in my breath, waiting for the windowpane to fog up. Im praying itll fog up so I wont have to look at his teeth, so I wont scream. Jordan, you will beg me to come in, he says again. You will beg me to come in.

My head feels numb, and I try to resist the urge to call to him.

My lips purse to form the M of his name, but I hear a small voice screaming in the back of my head to look away  the fog wont be coming. Michael doesnt breathe anymore, and the window will never fog up. I cant stop looking at his mouth. I cant stop looking at his lips as they form my name.

I dont even hear his words anymore, but I can feel my hand reaching toward the window The voice is screaming louder, telling me to stop, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. Blood wells up as the pain snaps me back to sanity.

His eyes lower to my mouth as I lick the blood from my lip. Oh, Jo, when did you become such a tease? He leans back. Cool, though, huh? With very little effort you were about to let me in. You should just give up and get it over with.

Why are you doing this to me? Hot tears run down my cheek into my mouth, mixing with the blood.

Because I love you, Jo, he sings sweetly. I want us to be together forever. He laughs.

Why? Keep it together. Keep it together.

You really wanna know?

Yes!

Oh, why the hell not? Lying certainly hasnt gotten me anywhere. Michael leans in and sneers. The truth is, Ive been coming here because out of all the people I knew, you were the weakest and most pathetic, and its been eating away at my gut that a mess like you had the balls to break up with me.

A laugh escapes from my mouth, but at the same time my stomach recoils like its been punched. I roll my eyes and shake my head in disbelief. I brace myself to keep my voice from stammering. Youve been stalking me because I broke up with you two summers ago, and Im pathetic?

Watch your fucking mouth, or I wont give you a chance to save Lisa. Hes not laughing now, and I think its getting to him that hes still sitting outside in the cold. I need to turn this around.

Lisa has nothing to do with us. Its me youre mad at, so just

Oh, dont pull any of that psychobabble shit! he yells.

He leans in again and I see his shoulders relax, but his eyes are wide and wild. I imagine hes trying very hard not to scream at me. You always thought you were better than me. You read a few books, and you thought you were so much smarter than me. But you know what? I can smell you a mile away. You reek of despair, and I had you. I had you two nights ago and then

I smile. And then I got over it. I got over you. I realized I was mooning over a big, fat nothing. I realized that deep down inside, I always knew you were nothing!

Michael slams his fist into the window and a spiderweb of fractures crack and ping through the glass. I figure the only thing keeping the pane together is the same magic thats keeping Michael out.

I am going to have you, and there is nothing you can do to stop me, Jo.

Hes losing it, and I need to at least level the playing field. Why didnt you fight it, Michael? If you were so damn together, why didnt you fight it?

What the hell are you talking about?

I think you let that thing kill you. I think you wanted it. There werent any signs of a struggle. If you didnt have a death wish, why didnt you try to stop it?

Michael laughs. You know, youre not so smart. You dont even know when someones telling you the truth. I didnt lie about what happened. That thing got me and it made sure it looked like Id done it to myself. Do you really think a creature like that would leave marks so people would come looking for it? You have no idea of the power thats involved. But you will.

But, I thought

But nothing. Im not like you. Im not like Lisa. I didnt ask for this. I didnt want this. Im just making the best of it. I loved my life. I loved being king of the world, and that thing ripped it away. Like Im going to rip yours away but dont for a minute think I ever wanted this.

So much for common ground.

Ok, so your life was tragically ripped from you, but why this? Why get so bent about this? We went out for two freaking months.

Maybe when youre like me  or dead, I really havent decided  youll understand. Maybe youll think about all the meaningless little shits you had to deal with who didnt give you the respect you deserved, all the stupid peons who are still alive and dont even know how to live.

Its fucking maddening that all these people  people like Rachael, people like you  are still walking around, and its me thats like this.

What, you were so great you didnt deserve this?

Thats exactly it! You losers are going nowhere. I was going places. I was gonna be big.

Yeah, a big freaking asshole.

Michaels mouth drops open, and I wish Rachael were here to see it.

You know what, Im out of here. Like I said, I have a lady waiting for me.

Michael, no  dont go. Lets talk about this.

Yeah, sorry, but you just bought Lisa a one-way ticket to Vampireville. I was hoping youd open the window and spare her, but forget it now, he says cheerfully. Besides, Lisa really wants my help with her problem, and I shouldnt let her down. Did you know she couldnt even manage to take enough pills to kill herself properly?

But it was really fortunate she was here last night, because she knows all sorts of things about you. I guess you shouldve hid your diary a little better. But the kicker is, after I make her like me, the two of us are going to haunt you. Hell, we may even eat your cat for an appetizer. Then were going to start picking off your friends  one by one. Well pay your new buddy, Danny, a visit. Boy, is he going to be sorry he was sniffing around you! Does he know how close you were to letting me in? How do you think hell feel when I tell him about that before I tear him apart?

Michael, stop  dont do this.

Oh, Im doing it all right, and the really fun part is well keep you alive  for a while  so you can watch it all go down.

Hes laughing. I know what I have to say, but the words wont come out.

Well, babe, I gotta go. Lisa and I are going to work on our suntans before I sink my teeth into that little neck of hers. Michael smiles at me and reaches a hand down to a lower branch.

No  wait! I reach under my pillow and slowly wrap my hand around the stake. Its gonna feel so damn good shoving this into his chest. You can come in  I invite you in!

Michael shakes his head. Nope. Thats not enough. I told you what you have to say.

I hesitate and Michael shrugs. Okay, Im off.

No. I grit my teeth. Im begging you to come in.

Michael smiles. Thats my girl. I knew youd do it. I knew you wouldnt let Lisa go down for your screw-ups. He reaches out and my heart feels like its going to burst as he pushes up the window.

Blood is pounding in my ears. I grip the stake tighter and my legs tense up, ready to move. I have to get him before he gets me.

Michael leans toward the open window He sticks his head in and rests his elbows on the sill. What is he doing? He props his chin on one hand and purses his lips, as if hes trying to make a decision.

You know what, Jo? I just dont think this is a good time for me. I mean, as much as Id really like to come in and get busy on your neck, Lisa is expecting me, and I dont want to disappoint her. I mean, I may be an asshole, but shes so fragile now, I just couldnt stand her up.

He winks at me. So, thanks for the invite, but I think itll be more fun to surprise you some other time. You like surprises, dont you, Jo? Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week. Just know that I will be back. I mean, Lisa and I will be back. And I know Lisa hasnt been officially invited in, but seeing as I have, Ill just have to drag you out into the backyard to see her  after weve ripped your stupid little world apart, that is. He brings his fingers to his lips and blows me a kiss. Later, babe.

Oh my God, no.

No! I scream as the stake falls from my hand, and Michael drops out of sight.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Damn it! He had it all planned. He knew Id invite him in to save Lisa. He knew it, and now were both dead. I hear footsteps running up the stairs. I turn as my mother throws open my door. Steve pushes in behind her.

Jordan, whats the matter? she shrieks.

Their eyes focus behind me to the open window.

What the hell is going on? he asks.

Uh, a raccoon. It was a raccoon.

A raccoon? my mom trills. She takes a step back, her eyes darting around the room like shes looking for some rabid fur ball ready to leap out, foam flying.

Yeah, I, uh, heard this sound and thought it was Nutty in the tree, trying to get in. But when I opened the window, it was a raccoon. I, uh, got scared and threw a book, and I guess I hit the window.

Steve rolls his eyes, pushes past me, and slams the window shut. I half expect the glass to shatter apart, but it holds. Jesus, Im not paying to heat the neighborhood. You shouldnt be letting that damn cat in that way, anyway. He stands back and looks at the glass. Youre going to pay to get this repaired, young lady, and maybe thatll teach you to think twice before you go off half-cocked next time.

Mom turns to him. Well, at least it didnt break.

Steve turns to leave, shaking his head and muttering.

Ill talk to him. Dont worry about this, my mom says, following him out and closing the door.

My head feels like its going to explode. I sit on my bed and dial Lisas number with a shaking finger. Im not even sure what Im going to say. One ring  two

Jordan? Mrs. Dolan asks.

Yes, hi, Mrs. Dolan. I know its late, but could I talk to Lisa?

Lisa went to bed a while ago, but Ill tell her you called.

Oh, okay, I was just, uh, thinking about her. Do you think maybe you could check on her?

I appreciate your concern. Lisa said she told you about what happened, but rest assured, were keeping a close eye on her.

But maybe you could check on her, okay?

Mrs. Dolan exhales. All right. Good night, Jordan.

Good night.

I get up and start pacing around my room. Okay, maybe Lisa is asleep, or maybe shes going to sneak out later when everyone else is asleep. Maybe Michael made the whole thing up. What do I do?

The phone rings and I run to my night table. Hello?

Its Mrs. Dolan. Lisas not in her room, but maybe shes heading to your house again.

Oh, God. Okay, if she does, or if I hear from her, Ill let you know.

Thank you. Her father is going out to look for her, but please call me immediately if you see her.

I click the phone off and then back on, and dial.

Hello?

Thank goodness!

Jordan?

Yeah. I really need your help. Can you get your moms car and meet me outside?

Its kind of late; I was getting ready for bed.

Its an emergency.

Its okay that you dont believe me, I tell Rachael. I know it sounds beyond crazy, but I really appreciate you doing this for me. For Lisa.

Rachael stops the car at a red light and turns to face me. I believe you believe Michael is alive. She glances at the stake sitting in my lap.

Technically, hes not alive.

So you said.

Its true.

Look, you dont have to prove anything to me. Lets just drive around and see if Lisa is really out and about.

With Michael.

With whomever.

I shake the Diet Coke bottle filled with holy water. I still cant believe you got this.

God bless bingo, I guess. Rachael laughs. And, hey, if nothing else comes of tonight, just seeing the faces on those little old ladies when I came charging up the church steps waving the empty bottle around will have been worth it. I think they were so relieved I wasnt after their bingo loot, theyd have done anything I asked.

You must believe me a little. I mean, you went to all that trouble. Right?

Rachael shakes her head. I dont know why I stopped. I looked over at this church, the doors opened and light flooded out. Kind of like it was a sign. I pulled over without even thinking about it. I got something else, too. Rachael reaches over to her purse, her hand fumbling inside. She pulls out a long beaded chain with a crucifix hanging in the middle. What do you call this? A rosary necklace?

Rosary beads. I take it from her hand. My grandmother had a string of these in every room of her house.

Some lady just gave it to me. She actually called after me and put it in my hand. She said she thought I might need it.

Its purple, I say, squinting down at the beads. Matches your hair!

Fate! Rachael says. But Im not saying I expect to be chatting up Michael Green tonight.

The light turns and Rachael steps on the gas pedal. So Sea Cliff and Glen Cove were a bust; where to now? Do you want to call Lisas house and see if they found her?

Lets try Bayville first. I slump down in the seat. I was sure theyd be at Sea Cliff. Michael made some crack about working on his suntan, and Lisa used to live there in the summers.

Maybe she was afraid youd come looking for her and figure out where she went. Maybe theyre meeting on the tennis courts behind the school. Maybe Michael just said that to throw you off the track.

No, lets try Bayville.

Rachael yawns and I see her look at the dashboard clock. Its almost one in the morning, and Im wishing shed drive faster  Bayville Beach is twenty minutes away.

Wait! Its too far.

Whats too far?

Bayville. Lisa can walk to Sea Cliff Beach, but shed need to take a car to Bayville, and her parents would hear the engine start up.

Rachael pulls over to the side of the road and puts the car into park. She leans forward and rests her head on the steering wheel. Jordan, this has been interesting, but what do you say we call it a night? Or call the Dolans? Its not like theyd get mad at you for calling so late; they know youre worried. Ill even drive to their house, knock on the door, and ask about Lisa myself.

No, just drive to the beach before its too late.

Rachael sighs. Jordan, Im tired. We have school tomorrow.

Please, Rachael. Lets check one more time. If theyre not there you can have me certified, locked away  anything you want. I just cant let anything happen to her.

This is so classic. Rachael sits up and turns to me. Listen carefully: You are not responsible for Lisa and how shes dealing with her problems.

Tell me that again in the morning when we find out Lisas dead  or worse.

Listen to yourself. This is crazy. You have to see that this is crazy.

You didnt hear what he said. If you had, youd understand.

Okay, whatever. Rachael puts the car into drive and makes a U-turn on Shore Road. Lets get this over with.

Rachael?

What?

I invited him in.

What?

Michael. I invited him in. I actually tried to let him in Friday night, but I had to throw up. Tonight I invited him in so he wouldnt go after Lisa.

So, did he come in?

No, he said he thought it would be more fun to come back and do a tag team with Lisa. He can come into my house any time he wants now.

This is one for the books.

I wish.

I finger the cross hanging around my neck. Part of me wishes I were crazy. At least Lisa would still be alive in the morning.

The car turns down the big hill to the beach. I strain to see between the houses and trees. We round the last curve and the wind buffets the car. I look out onto the sound. Whitecaps shine in the bright moonlight. My eyes follow the length of the beach.

Rachael, look! By the jetty. I point toward two figures sitting by the rocks. Its too dark to see their faces from here, but I know its Lisas small frame nestled into Michaels.

Rachael turns off the headlights and motor, and coasts into a parking spot. I see them.

I look at Rachael; her eyes are wide. I grab the stake and reach for the door handle.

Rachaels hand snatches out, her fingers digging into my arm. Dont go out there.

I have to! I pull my arm away and open the door. I wont let this happen. I get out of the car and a gust of wind blows sand into my mouth. I spit it out as I sprint toward the jetty.

Jordan, wait! Rachael yells after me, but I keep running.

The wind is pushing against me, and I wonder if Michael is somehow controlling it  trying to keep me away. Michael, stop!

He lifts his head up. A dark smear covers his mouth and chin. Lisas head hangs limply back, and Im afraid it will blow off in the wind.

Leave her alone! I get closer, and he drops Lisa to the sand and pulls his sleeve across his mouth. Lisa pushes up on one elbow.

Jordan? She moves her hand to her neck and then looks down at the blood staining her palm. Oh, God, she moans.

Without taking my eyes off Michael, I lift the cross over my head and slowly walk toward him.

Michael smiles and licks his lips. Jo, I thought youd be cowering in your room. But I guess you missed me too much. Unfortunately, Im not quite finished here yet, so youll have to wait your turn. He looks down at Lisa. Although she may be finished. Im not sure how much blood she has left. This is the first time Ive actually tried out the new choppers on a person, but you know what? One hundred fucking percent better than draining a squirrel!

Rachael! I scream. I take a step closer and raise the stake.

A worried look flashes in his eyes, and he takes a step back. You gotta be kidding me. You dont actually think you could use that, do you?

Without a moments hesitation.

He steps back again, brushing up against the jetty.

Rachael runs up beside me. Holy shit, she says slowly, and puts one hand on my arm. Holy shit.

Rachael, long time, eh? Michael says. Props to you for finally growing some hair. But, babe, Michael smirks, I gotta subtract points cause purple is so not cool.

Is she okay? Rachael asks, ignoring him. Should I call 911?

Lisa? I call out. You still with us?

Lisa sits up, her hand pressed against her neck. Yeah, she says softly Im sorry, Jordan.

I look down at the rosary beads in Rachaels hand. Do you have the water?

Yeah, she yells over the wind. I cant believe this.

The wind is howling at our backs. My hair is whipping around, stinging my eyes, but Im afraid to move my hands to brush it aside. I see Michaels eyes dart back and forth from our faces to the crosses. Water splashes over the jetty, spraying us. He looks up at the rock wall. I imagine he could easily jump over it  and just as easily land in the water. Long Island Sound would certainly make a very big bathtub to drown Michael in.

Does he know vampires cant swim?

Well, ladies, as appealing as a threesome sounds, I think Ill leave you two to Lisa and be on my way.

Michael turns from me to Rachael and takes a step sideways. Rachael and I lunge toward him, and he slams back into the rocks.

He lets out a nervous laugh. I guess the cross stuff is true, eh? How about I promise to leave you alone, and we call it even?

I shake my head. I dont think so.

Michael purses his lips. How bout you, Rachael? You think thats a good idea? Its pretty cold out here and that coat doesnt look very warm. I can feel the wind blowing right through you. You cant even feel your hands, its so cold. Rachael, I can feel you shivering. I can feel you turning to ice and letting the cross g

Shut up! I scream.

I look at Rachael and see her teeth chattering. Holy shit, she says again.

I know. I grip the stake tighter. Even without Michaels help, my fingers are turning numb.

Well, he says, theres always plan B.

Suddenly Michael shrinks, and a huge brown bat races toward me. Rachael!

I got it! she yells, flinging the holy water at the bat rising over me.

The wind gusts and I pray some of it will hit the mark. Water ices my skin as it lands on my face and seeps onto my scalp. The bat lets loose a high-pitched shriek and comes crashing down on top of me, knocking me to the sand. No! I yell as the cross and stake fly from my hands.

Leathery wings scratch my face, but then it changes, and Michael is writhing on me, howling. His weight presses down and I cant catch my breath. I hear his skin bubble and crack as my throat silently tries to get some air.

You bitch! he bellows, and sharp teeth slash through my coat and into my shoulder. The warm blood is the only thing I feel until Michaels fist smashes my face into the sand.

Get off her! Rachaels voice echoes in my ears. I look up and she pushes her cross into Michaels face. He lashes out and knocks her back, then rolls off me, screaming.

My lungs suck in air; hot pain flashes in my shoulder. I scramble on my hands and knees toward Lisa, but he grabs my leg and pulls me back. Knifelike fingernails cut through my jeans into my calf.

Lisa, help me! I call out, digging my fingers into the sand to try to pull away from him.

Lisa crawls toward me and reaches for my hand. I scream as Michaels nails cut a trail down my leg.

Jordan! Rachael grabs my other hand, and I kick my free leg at his head. He loses his grip and Rachael starts to pull me up, but my leg buckles the second I put weight on it.

Michael yanks my foot back and my hands are ripped from theirs. I land on my stomach, and cold sand grinds into my chin as Michael drags me back.

He heaves me up in his arms and squeezes tight. I can barely breathe, barely move. My ribs feel like theyre going to collapse and snap into my chest.

Get back! He moves an icy hand up to my neck. Get back or Ill rip her throat out. He tightens his hold on my neck, and my eyes bulge as a small, wheezing breath escapes my mouth.

Rachael freezes; Lisa falls to her knees, sobbing. We had a deal. You said youd leave her alone. You promised me youd leave her alone.

Yeah, well, I lied.

You fucking bastard! Rachael screams. She starts toward him and flings the bottle of holy water at us.

Only a few drops hit my cheek, but Michael is cursing, so there must have been enough left to hurt him. He drops me and I fall to the sand, gasping for air. My ribs twinge as I turn and look up into his face. A black cross is charred into his cheek at the base of a blistered path thats splattered across his mouth and up over his nose and eyes. In the moonlight, I see sores oozing where curls used to be. Hes cradling one clawlike hand burned from the holy water. I think this is how Michael has always looked, underneath it all.

He falls back onto the sand, and I wish the sounds of the waves and the wind were louder than his cries.

Rachael pulls me away from him and hugs me tight.

Look out! Lisa yells.

Before I can turn, Michael snatches me away from Rachael, and Im flying up into the air. My arms and legs wave frantically, trying to find some ground. My right knee smashes into the rocks on the jetty, and I slide across the wet seaweed, toward the waves on the other side. I scrape my hands across the surface, stopping a few feet from the edge. A wave breaks over the rocks, drenching my legs, and I cry out as the salt water soaks through my jeans and into the gashes in my leg.

I hear a thud behind me. Just you and me now, Jo. Michael pushes his boot into my back, nudging me toward the water. My hands grab at the rocks as I try to find any small crevice to hold onto.

Rachael, find the stake! Find the stake!

His foot kicks out again, and I wince in pain as I head closer to the black churning waves. The old pier is only ten feet or so from the jetty, but I dont know if Id have the strength to swim to it.

His foot jabs into my back again, pushing me closer to the edge. A wave flies up into my face. The water stings my eyes, and I hear him stumble back. My body shakes uncontrollably. Every muscle is cold and sore and battered, but Ive come too far to just give up.

Big man, scared of a little water, I hiss, trembling.

He grabs the collar of my coat and pulls me back from the edge. His cold, blistered face nuzzles my neck and slides under my chin. I breathe in his fetid smell and the sickly sweet coconut stench as his arms tighten around me.

Stop! I cry, trying to push out of his arms.

Do you remember how good it used to be? he whispers. How much you loved being with me? I know you miss that. I know you want that again.

His seared lips kiss my neck and I struggle to break free. Michael, please. I ignore the pain in my leg and ribs, and try to thrash out of his hold. He squeezes tighter and I cry out.

Tell me you loved me, he whispers.

No! Please, no!

Tell me. He covers my neck with kisses, and then his teeth pierce my skin. It doesnt hurt like I thought it would; all I can feel are his cold lips clamped down on me. I suddenly feel light, and my eyes roll back as warm blood is sucked away. I hear myself moan as I lean into him. He loosens his hold and I feel myself floating. I feel my blood warming him. All the pain is gone.

Jordan! Rachael yells.

I try to call out to her, but nothing comes out. My heart thumps against my chest as Michaels mouth presses harder into my neck.

I hear a crash. Cold water slaps my face and pulls at my body. Michael draws back and another wave crashes across, snapping me out of my stupor.

Jordan! I see Rachael slipping on the wet rocks as she tries to make her way over. Im coming!

Michael swears and tries to pull me in again. I cant let him get close to me. I push against his chest as hard as I can. My right leg slips, hot pain shooting up through my calf, but I wedge my left heel between some rocks and shove him away.

Quick, Rachael says, extending a hand. I reach up for her, but Michael is too fast.

He strikes Rachael across the face God, youre a pain in my ass! he snarls.

Rachael stumbles, and I cry out as the stake clatters on the wet rocks. I run my fingers through the seaweed until I feel the point and latch on to it. Michael pulls me up and twists my arm behind my back. Tell me you loved me, he says, twisting harder. It takes every ounce of energy I have to hold on to the stake.

Tell me!

I never loved you, I say, and he yanks my arm so far back Im afraid its going to break.

I slam my free elbow as hard as I can back into his stomach. He releases my arm and I turn toward him, the stake raised high. I never loved you!

I plunge the stake into his chest, and Michaels mouth forms a shocked O  like he cant believe a meaningless little shit like me could take him on. He reaches up and touches the wood protruding from his chest. Jo?

His eyes meet mine, and I shake my head. I never loved you, and that is why I broke up with you!

I go to push him away, but before I can, Michael Green shatters into a million pieces that catch the wind and blow out across water.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Its one of those warm afternoons when you get fooled into thinking winters over and then the next day some ass-kicking Canadian air blows in and dumps a crapload of snow on top of the bulbs stupid enough to start poking through. But right now with the sun on my cheeks, I can pretend the worst is over.

No, I know its over.

I check my watch. Danny will be here soon and well take care of the new number-one item on my list of things to do.

Any word about when Lisas getting out of the hospital? Rachael asks.

I stretch my stiff leg out. Not yet, but Mrs. Dolan said theyre getting her symptoms under control. Oh, did you read in the paper about how she and Mr. Dolan are harassing the animal control people to round up all the stray dogs so no one else has to suffer the horror of a wild-dog attack?

Rachael laughs and blows her pink-and-blond bangs out of her eyes. I have to admit the color works on her. I did, and all I can say is, you and Lisa were damn lucky they found some poor mutt near the beach, and it came up rabies-free!

Yeah, I wasnt looking forward to a series of shots on top of everything else. But I still think the dog guy knows what really happened  I mean, why else would he have kept the dog under observation instead of putting it to sleep and then testing it?

You gotta wonder how many people know whats really out there.

I tap my cane on the front steps. Hey, you never said how things went last night with that guy from the health food store, I say.

Marshall was okay, I guess, but  dont be mad.

What?

Rachael gives me a guilty smile. We got pretty wasted.

Rachael!

Hey, I never said I was being good forever  and I wasnt the one getting faced in my room every night.

I know, but I was dealing with Michael, and, wellI shake my head. I guess I was doing it regardless. But thanks for sticking with it as long as you did.

Ninety-six days. Ive been clean for ninety-six days.

Well, I dont think Im going to see Marshall again. Hes a little too natural  as in deodorant is evil  natural. Lets just say he was kind of ripe. And not just his pits! Besides, she pauses and blushes, I think somethings starting to cook with Matt.

Matt? As in Dannys brother, Matt?

Rachael smacks her lips. Yup! Weve been talking a lot while weve been working on the sets.

I shouldve figured something was up. He doesnt usually help out, and youve been overly interested in tagging along when I go to Dannys.

I wasnt being a tag-along, I was just trying to keep you from being one of those girls who ditches her friends whenever shes hooking up with a guy!

I tilt my head and smirk. Like you?

Im reformed.

Hmmm. Well, seeing as youre Mrs. Douglas new best friend

Hey, she says, interrupting me. She needed help with her midlife crisis! At least Ive finally found someone who appreciates my advice! She laughs and blows her bangs aside. Its actually kind of sad; she cant get enough of the books. She plowed through My Mother, My Self in one day, and she was all bummed yesterday when I forgot to bring over Awakening the Goddess Within. I ordered a couple of new books, and Im hoping theyll encourage her to let up on the guys a bit. I mean, its obvious shes controlling them because her own life is out of control. And if Matt and I hook up, this ten-thirty curfew crap has got to go!

I nod. The sooner the better. Going to the early shows and passing people from school in the line to go in while were on our way home is getting old. Their nights are just starting and Dannys got to drop me off.

Dont worry, a few more sessions with yours truly and I guarantee Mrs. Douglas will be bending over backward to avoid making her boys into adults incapable of making life decisions.

Youre kidding, right?

Nope, thats what it said on Amazon under Freedom to Make Mistakes.

I lean on my cane and stand up. Lets hope it works. I steady myself on the porch rail and stretch my right leg out behind me. Id hoped the physical therapy would have done more to get my leg back in shape, but the doctor says I may always have a limp  an eternal reminder of Michaels nails cutting through the muscles in my calf.

Gabby and Janine were at the movies last night, I say.

Is Gabby still in the deep freeze?

Yeah, when I waved to them she barely acknowledged my existence. At least Janine waved back. She even calls every once in a while to say hello. I cant believe Gabby is being such an asshole about this.

Rachael shakes her head. I can. Shes a classic toxic person. Those kinds of people arent happy unless everyone around them is miserable. And shes just pissed off because you staying clean is a constant reminder that shes still got a problem. Anyway, its been a lot easier to digest my lunch without having to listen to her daily binge-and-purge routine.

Yeah, I dont miss that.

Plus sitting across the table from Matt is a lot easier on my eyes!

Well, lets go out back and make sure the area is clear. Steve will have my head if anything gets wrecked.

We walk around the side of the house to the backyard and Rachael drags some lawn chairs toward the deck.

Howd you convince them to let you cut it down?

I look up into the branches and focus on the spot where Michael used to sit. My mother is terrified of rabid raccoons. I told her they had a nest up there. Plus, Danny said hed do it for free, and even stack the wood. And itll make way for this French revival brick patio with built-in grill shes all hot for.

Do you think it will work? Rachael asks, plopping into a chair.

The grill? I half-hop, half-walk over and sit down next to her.

No, cutting down the tree. Do you think it will make the nightmares go away?

In my dream, crashing waves surround the tree. I crawl out my window, and climb through the branches to pull away the old grackle nests. When I lower myself down toward the water, Michael reaches out and sinks his fingers into my leg, dragging me down into the black waves. Theres no noise underwater, and when his teeth pierce my neck, I cant hear myself scream.

Goosebumps break out on my arms. I hope so, but I dont think Ill ever get over being scared of the dark after all this.

Yeah, the night is definitely a lot scarier now that we know whats out there. Rachael laughs. My mom is still bugging me about wearing a cross all the time  she totally didnt buy it when I told her it was just a new fashion thing. Shes all worried Ive secretly converted or something.

Dannys truck pulls up and he honks the horn twice.

I push myself up, cursing as the cane sinks into a muddy spot.

Danny gets out and waves. Dont get up.

He swings his backpack over his shoulder, reaches into the truck bed, and brings out a black plastic case. Who needs ear plugs? he asks, heading toward us.

Are they used? Rachael asks.

Danny laughs. Yeah, but my uncles ears are more hairy than dirty.

Rachael rolls her eyes. Im so glad Matt doesnt have your sense of humor.

Danny puts the chain saw case down and leans over to give me a kiss. Its been three months and his kisses still send a tingle down my spine.

Is there something going on with Matt that I should know about? he asks.

Why, does he talk about me? Rachael asks, her cheeks flushing.

Danny sits down at the end of my lawn chair and places a hand on my calf, kneading my tight muscles. Lets just say he seemed disappointed when he got home yesterday and youd already left.

Rachael claps her hands together. You know, I have a book for your mother. Maybe Ill bring it by later!

Well, be careful. I think my dads considering placing a bounty on your head for turning my mother on to her self-improvement kick.

Theres always room for improvement, Danny-boy!

Yeah, well, he keeps asking her how much all the Pilates and yoga classes are costing him. But she seems to be relaxing a bit, so Im all for it.

Rachael and I smile at each other. The liberation of the Douglas boys is at hand, I say.

Danny looks at both of us. Uh, you know, Im not even going to ask. But what do you say we get busy and take this bad boy down.

I rub my hands together. Im ready!

I thought you were going to sit back and let me be manly.

No, way. This tree is going down and Im going to do it.

What about your leg?

I flex my leg out as far as it will go. I still cant get it totally straight. How about we do it together?

Danny raises his eyebrows. I like that idea.

Ew! Rachael stands up. I think Ill wait inside.

But I brought you safety glasses, he calls after her, waving a large plastic set of glasses over his head.

Danny reaches into his backpack and pulls out a small round container and another pair of large plastic goggles. If youre going to do this, you have to look pretty.

I open the container and slip the two mushy foam pieces into my ears. I strap the goggles around my head and turn to face him.

Danny smirks. This is a good look on you. Its, uh, very industrial.

I roll my eyes. Come on.

We walk over to the tree and Danny goes through the process again. Im not really listening because hes already told me about twenty times. First a cut on the far side of the tree, then one the opposite side. If all goes as planned, the tree falls in the right direction without taking out the back fence.

I gently run my hand on the ax marks he made to show Steve where he was going to make the cuts. Sap is dripping out from the wounds, and for a second I feel guilty for wanting the tree gone. None of what happened was the trees fault, but I know I need to do this.

Okay, Danny says. Any last-minute change of heart?

I look up into the tree again. Three old grackle nests hang in tatters. Lets do it!

Okay. Danny picks up the chain saw. Its going to be loud and its going to shake you up a bit, but Ill be holding it, too. Just let me guide you.

I nod.

Danny starts the chain saw. I put my hands next to his, and we bring it up to the first mark. Pieces of wood fly out and hit my chest and face. My arms rattle as Danny moves the blade deeper and deeper into the tree. Its harder than I thought it would be, and my arms start to ache as the saw cuts into the wood.

Okay, the other side, Danny yells.

We walk slowly around and lift the saw up higher to the second cut. The noise is deafening, even with the plugs. Danny suddenly turns the saw off, and I see the tree start to move.

Get back, he says, pulling me into his arms.

An enormous crack echoes out as the tree thunders to the ground, shaking my whole body.

Rachael comes running out and lets out a whoop. She jumps up on the trunk and starts picking her way over branches, toward the top. You know, I hate to say it, what with me being a tree hugger and all, but that was cool. And the symbolism totally blows me away. I mean, we had this massive thing overpowering us, eating away at us, and we fought back and cut it down, and, well  she jumps up and down, waving her arms around to keep her balance  that was just totally cool.

Danny looks at me with raised eyebrows. Uh, is she talking about the tree?

I shrug. You know Rachael, gotta analyze everything. I pull out the earplugs and pop them into their case.

Uh, right. Well, at least the fence is in one piece,

Danny says, looking enormously relieved. He turns to me expectantly. Arent you going to check out your room? See how it looks? That was the whole point, right?

Oh, right. I forgot. I reach down for my cane and wipe off the sawdust.

I head into the house. I hear Rachael singing Little Red Riding Hoods song from the show were doing. Mother said straight ahead, not to delay or be misled. I should have heeded her advice, but he seemed so nice.

Im out of breath by the time I get to my bed. Rachael helped me move it back to the window this morning. I take the large cross I bought off the sill and push the window up.

I stick my head out. The yard feels big and open now. Im awed by how much space and energy the tree took up.

I know the leaves arent out yet or anything, but do you think it worked? Danny asks.

I nod. Yeah, its amazing how much light is coming in through the window now. Amazing.

Table of Contents

Cover

UNINVITED

Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN