Aries Rising (3 page)

“That may or may not be, but I think these magazine astrology columns are clichés. And, yes, we are looking for one, but I’m going to have to find a real astrologer or at least a reasonable astrology service. As much as I like your sincere approach, Logan, you’re still only a high school student.”

“The same as your readers. Why wouldn’t teens want to
read an astrology column by a teen?” I asked.

“She’s right,” Jaffa said. “It’s one way you can get past the cliché, Stacy. A
teen
astrology writer.”

“I don’t know.” She looked from him to me, as if trying to decide how much denying my request would harm her relationship with him. Finally, she said, “Okay, so here’s what’s happening. We’re going to do a Halloween launch party for the magazine, a costume party.”

“That sounds wonderful.” I wasn’t sure what she wanted from me. “Are you saying that I might be able to attend?”

“Of course, but more than that, I am going to give you the birth date of one of the celebs we’ve invited to be there. You then have to do the person’s chart and predict their future.”

“How much of their future?” I asked, and wondered what I’d gotten myself into.

“Just the month ahead,” she told me. “The same way you would do in the magazine. Deadline will be the day of the party. If your predictions come close enough, I’ll consider you for a contract as our teen astrologer.”

“Consider?” I asked.

Henry chuckled, and Stacy laughed too.

“Okay, Logan. Here’s the deal. Figure out this one chart correctly for me, and you have the job for six months at least. We’ll give you a contract.”

“I can do it,” I said. “No problem.”

Yeah, right.

3

NOTHING ABOUT THE ZODIAC IS CLEAR-CUT. THE CAR-
DINAL SIGNS ARE THOUGHT OF AS LEADERS, FOR
INSTANCE, YET SOMETIMES THEY ARE SIDETRACKED BY
A NEED FOR ATTENTION. ALTHOUGH FIXED SIGNS CAN
BE STABLE, THEY CAN FREQUENTLY GET STUCK BY
REFUSING TO LET GO OF THE SAME-OLD SAME-OLD.
MUTABLE SIGNS POSSESS FLEXIBILITY, BUT TOO MUCH
FLEXIBILITY CAN LEAVE YOU TIED IN KNOTS. REMEM-
BER THAT EACH SIGN HAS A POSITIVE AND A NEGATIVE
SIDE. BEING AWARE OF BOTH WILL BETTER PREPARE
YOU FOR SUCCESS.

I already knew I was a Fixed sign, and, yes, I was well aware that I had to get unstuck in order to have a chance at a column with
CRUSH
. Even the thought of it sent terror through me. And hope.

At least I really did know something about astrology now. When I first found the book, I was clueless about how to figure out a chart. Now I knew that with only the birth date, I could find out everything except a person’s Rising sign. Fortunately, Stacy had given me that too. Arianna was a double Gemini, with both her Sun and Rising in that sign of communication. Her Moon was in Aries, the Ram, as was her Mars. No wonder she went after what she wanted with little regard for anyone else. Her Venus was in Pisces, the sign of the dreamer who believed in Prince Charming and the fairy-tale ending. That was a surprise.

One thing I did well was focus on a task, so that’s what I forced myself to do, starting with some online research on Arianna. I didn’t have to go past her YUTalk page. Right there, it proclaimed:

Now, that was an uplifting thought. It was followed by some pretty hot stuff pertaining to guys. A Mutable sign for sure, with some Cardinal Aries thrown in there. Would it help me or hurt me to suggest that Stacy try to get her to change the bio before Arianna showed up as the face of
CRUSH
’s first issue?

But at least I had figured out the mystery chart on my first try. Arianna was a Gemini, and probably a pretty messed-up one. Although she was only a couple of years older than I, the information on her site failed to hide how disturbed she looked beneath the makeup and the multicolored hair extensions. What was that race the death machine stuff all about? Was it part of the act, or did she mean it? And it was up to me to predict what would happen to her in the month ahead. I would attempt that as soon as I checked out the ephemeris and found out a little more.

 

I sent Jeremy a text late Friday night after I had driven home.

Since he was a musician, he might know something about Arianna. Besides, he’d be happy that I’d found such an
amazing opportunity
, as Jaffa put it.

Right.
I couldn’t lie about it to myself. It wasn’t Arianna or the internship. It wasn’t even the possibility of a column. It was loneliness. I needed to hear Jeremy’s voice, needed to hear him say he loved me.

By Monday, he still hadn’t called. Nor had he replied to my text. That was a first.

I tried to drive the doubts from my mind by singing louder than I could think in the shower. Channeled Beyoncé. Channeled Gwen Stefani. Even channeled Arianna Woods.
“Love me just a little bit, a little bit, a little ...”
I showered in words, swam in them.

The steam didn’t do much for my out-of-control curls. My hair looked as if it belonged in a cartoon.

How could a guy like Jeremy fall for someone with a flat chest, a nonexistent butt, and hair like mine? It wasn’t the thought I wanted to think as I stared into the bathroom mirror. I closed my eyes and pictured the beach in Monterey, the two of us that last day at the airport.

I could hear Henry Jaffa, could see that strange little smile. Beating myself up in the mirror was most definitely distraction. And so was daydreaming about Jeremy. I needed to focus today.

That meant wearing the new tank and jacket my mom bought the weekend of the GDA (Great Divorce Announcement). And the boots again. Yes, definitely the boots. I pulled my hair up in back with a little braid on the side, and I was ready to go.

When they picked me up for school that Monday morning, Chili and Paige said I looked hot. I realized it was the first time in a long time I had heard that from them. Maybe that’s because it was the first time in a long time that I had cared about how I looked at school. I really hoped that Jeremy would show up and take me away at any moment. Now that he wasn’t answering my text, I could somehow see myself more clearly again. And I wanted to like what I saw. Today—my first Monday back from San Francisco—I did. Kind of, and for an Aquarius, kind of was just fine.

In journalism class, Snider asked us to work in groups of three to brainstorm story ideas. I started for a table but
noticed that Chili was walking slower than usual. Sol, our editor, caught up with us.

“Like your hair,” he whispered.

Not what I wanted to hear. Not from him. He was a tall, soft-spoken Cancer who had moved with his family from Texas at the end of my sophomore year. Although I liked him, he was coming on a little too strong, especially for such an easygoing guy.

“Thanks.”

I glanced away from him and slid onto a chair.

“Mind if I join you?” He looked around at us as if not certain how to proceed.

“You’re the editor.” I didn’t mean to make it sound harsh, but it came out that way. “I mean sure,” I said.

“Have a seat,” Chili told him, in that hyperfake way she used when she was up to something.

I wasn’t certain what was going on, but I didn’t like it. I especially didn’t like Sol pulling up a chair next to me and crowding my personal space.

“We need to come up with a great feature story. Any ideas?” He gazed at me with that kind of cute lopsided smile, and I felt even more uncomfortable.

“People,” I said. “Kids always like reading about other kids.”

“We’ve got to do better than that.”

Chili and I exchanged glances.

“Sol, are you worried?” Chili asked. “Is it because the newspaper won all of those awards when Geneva was editor? Is the pressure on for you to come up with something extra outstanding?”

Go for it, Air sign. Speak first, think later.

“Well, sure, that’s part of it. But I’d also like to produce a newspaper that isn’t cookie-cutter high school, you know? Too bad we couldn’t have kept your astrology column, Logan.” He gave me that look again.

“Snider made it pretty clear that she doesn’t want to reinstate it.”

“I know that, but maybe we can come up with another column for you. After working with Henry Jaffa, you deserve it.”

I didn’t want Sol’s column, and I definitely didn’t want to owe him any favors. “I’m going to be pretty busy with
CRUSH
,” I said.

“She might get a column there,” Chili said.

“What kind of column?”

I shot her a look, but all I got in return was that Gemini little-kid shrug.

“Well, I’m not really sure exactly.”

“That’s it.” Chili said. “That’s what she needs to write about, Sol, her internship, all of the famous people she’s going to meet at the magazine, all the parties.” She flashed him a confident smile. “She’s good friends with Henry Jaffa. He calls her at home. And she even knows Arianna Woods, kind of.”

“You know Arianna?” Sol asked.

“No, I don’t. I’ve studied her sign a little. That’s all Chili meant. She is going to be on the first
CRUSH
cover.”

“What sign is she? And is she really as clueless as she pretends to be?” Great. Now he thought I was the gossip queen
of Terra Bella Beach.

“I have no idea.” As much as I needed to diffuse this conversation, I still wanted him to know that I wasn’t some phony. “She is a Gemini, a Mutable Air sign. Flexible communicator, okay?”

“What’s her Moon?” Chili chimed in. True to the information-junkie aspect of her sign, she would soon be discussing Arianna’s Mars and Venus.

“Aries.”

“What does that mean?” he asked. “My dad’s an Aries. What are you?”

No mistaking it. Sol was into me. And he was cute and nice. But he was not Jeremy, not even close. I ignored the question.

“An Aries Sun like your dad’s is different from an Aries Moon,” I told him. “And Arianna already has a Gemini Sun. Either way, it means fire and drive. The combination could make her even more out there than she already is.”

“What do you think is going to happen to her?” he asked. “Is she totally over?”

“I might be able to figure it out with the ephemeris.” Okay, I was showing off a little but I couldn’t help myself. “That’s what I’m going to do in order to get the column with
CRUSH
, try to figure out what issues she might have.”

“The ephemeris is a way of forecasting,” Chili told Sol before he could ask. “Logan can access it on her computer.” She grinned at me as if to say:
Please just like this guy, will you?

I shook my head. “I said I was going to
try
to figure it out. I didn’t say I could do it.”

“Can you forecast anything for Cancer?” he asked.

“Maybe.” I reached for my phone, took it out, and hid it inside my binder.

A few taps on the keypad and I was online. A few more, and the ephemeris came up. Chili scrambled into the chair beside me. I held the phone lower and motioned to Sol. “Check it out.”

He slid his seat even closer to me. “What do all of those numbers and symbols mean?”

“The symbols at the top are called glyphs. Look, that’s Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars. The days are listed on the side.”

Chili beamed at him. “Didn’t I tell you she was smart?”

So that was it. Chili had said something to get Sol interested in me. How humiliating.

He nodded and moved closer to me. I pushed back my chair.

“What are you doing over here?” Snider’s voice was Capricorn cold. How long had she been watching us?

“We’re just discussing story ideas.” I pulled the phone closer to me.

“I warned you, Logan,” she said, looking at my phone. “How could you bring this stuff into my classroom?”

“I was just explaining something to Sol and Chili,” I said. “I didn’t mean to bring anything in here.”

“She’s going to work with Arianna Woods,” Sol said. “We were just trying to find out what was going to happen next with her.”

“On that?” Snider glared at my phone.

“Yes,” I said, unable to lie about the obvious. “I’m ...”

“Turn it off.”

“That’s what I’m doing.” I reached to press the screen into darkness, and then I got a good look at the ephemeris. The prediction for Arianna Woods. The Aries Moon was squaring Scorpio.