Falling for the Ghost of You (18 page)

Had I been able to speak, I would have totally ruined the moment by saying something dumb, like, "And who would that be?" or "penis."

Thank God I am speechless.

Zane leans over.  His mouth comes down on mine, sweeping away all conscious thought. 

I am falling into a sweet golden light.  The touch and taste of him!  Soft and firm, light and darkness, pleasure and pain...The pain is a lovely ache, a need I can't explain.  I wrap my arms around Zane's neck and draw him closer.  He is...everything. 

We kiss for endless moments.  Zane is the first to pull away, maintaining eye contact.

I am dazed with emotions.  How can just a kiss feel more...intimate than the things we did on the kitchen counter that night? 

"Gotta stop," he says, and kisses the tip of my nose.  He smiles crookedly down at me.  "Wanna go for a swim?  I could use a distraction."

I laugh shakily.  "Me, too."

Zane climbs easily to his feet, then helps me up.  We don't bother to roll up our jeans,
we just wade out into the water and watch the rolling waves.

"I was really pissed at her, too," I blurt out
suddenly.  "My mom.  She knew—k
new something was wrong with her.  She felt the lump in her breast, but she was in denial about it.  I just kept thinking, if she had been responsible about her health, they could have caught it early and taken care of it.  The cancer...it just got sprung on me, you know?  I thought she had the flu."

I choke out a laugh.  Zane takes my hand in his.  The warmth of his grip strengthens me.

"I keep thinking it's going to come back when I least expect it.  When I'm at my happiest.  So I'm always afraid to be happy."

Zane looks out at the horizon.  "You know, there are so many things that can go wrong in this world, you could spend your whole life worrying about them and forget to appreciate every moment you have with someone.  Then, you're like, 'God, why wasn't I thankful for what I had when I had it?'"  He glances over at me.  "You know what the secret to a happy life is?"

I shake my head, silent tears falling down my cheeks
.

He sq
ueezes my hand.  "No regrets.  Just l
ive in the moment."

We stand there, knee deep in the water, holding hands
.  The silence is thunderous with words we don't speak.
 
I feel his presence beside me like it's an extension of my own body, tall and strong, and so, so beautiful.  But I can't look at him.  Right now, it hurts too damn much.

******

Chapter 17

Everyone at school is talking about the Halloween dance.  Lauren and I get asked by several guys, but we both say no.  We never go to
any extracurricular activities—you
think people would realize that by now.  It's just not our thing.  Like cheering at spirit assemblies.  The two of us sit there with the other geeks, doing homework while kids around us stomp and cheer.

I can't explain my disconnection from the whole high school experience.  I mean, I tried to make an effort with Matt, since he loved that kind of crap, but my heart was never in it.  Is something wrong with me?

It's fortunate for Zane, however.  I don't nag him to attend a silly school dance with me, or try to drag him to a friend's party.  I tell him I'm not into that scene, and he seems relieved.

There is, however, a sweethearts dance coming up at Sunset  Park that I would like to go to.  I debate furiously with myself whether I should invite Zane or not.  Would he think I'm lame for asking?

I text him after school one day before I can chicken out.

Me:  Hey.  What are you doing for Halloween?

He messages me back a couple of minutes later.

Zane:  Don't know.  Might have to work.  What's up?

Me: Nothing.  I was just wondering if you wanted to go to this dance they're having at my work.

I put my phone down, anxious as hell.  I
pretend to be preoccupied with looking for something in the kitchen, and I don’t know why I bother—t
here's no one around but me.  My phone beeps a second later, and I jump like a...I don't know what.  I nervously check my phone for his reply.

Zane:  R u asking me to the "senior" prom?

Me:  Ha ha

Zane:  What time?

Me: Six-ish?

I wait two minutes and thirty-seven seconds.  Then my phone beeps.

Zane:  I'll be there

I am so glad he can't see me doing my insanely dorky victory dance right now.

Unfortunately, I am not alone like I previously thought.  Bill is standing by the refrigerator, and by the horrified look on his face, he's been there a while.

Awesome.

"You don't need to bring a date."

Lauren and I are in our usual lunchtime spot--our favorite bench in the commons.  She's eating her turkey sandwich while I work on an essay on
Crime and Punishment
.

Actually, what I'm really doing is trying to convince her to go to the sweethearts dance with me.

Lauren rolls her eyes and takes a dainty sip from her water bottle.  "I don't do dances.  Why do you even want me to go?  You'll be with Zane."

I can't help the stupid grin on my face.  "But you could have your pick of guys to dance with!"

"Wow, a geriatric dream come true."  Lauren rolls her eyes.  "No, thanks.  And didn't you say those old guys were pervs?"

"Not all of them--just Gil and Doc.  The rest of them are perfect gentlemen."  I point my pen at her.  "I'm trying to get you to broaden your horizons, since you won't give the guys here a chance.  You know, Chase asked me about you
again
in math today.  He's pretty cute, why don't you just go out with him?"

"Not interested.  Just because you're in love, don't go trying to set me up."

"I'm
not
in love," I swiftly deny.  "I'm just tired of that boy
harassing
me about you every day."

Lauren grimaces in annoyance.  She starts to say something, but stops when we someone calls our names.

It's Kim.  She's got a worried look on her pretty face as she jogs up to us.

"Hey, do either of you guys have the
vocab
list for the Spanish quiz today?  I totes forgot to study for it!

Lauren checks her backpack and pulls out a paper.  She hands it over to Kim, who looks smiles in relief.

"Thanks!  You're a lifesaver.  I can't fail another quiz!  My mom says I can't go to the dance if I don't get at least a B.  And I have a super cute costume, too!  Are you guys going?"  When we shake our heads, she says,  "Lauren, I think Chase is going to ask you to go.  He keeps asking me if you have a date yet."

I snicker at Lauren's sour voice.  "That boy can't take a hint,"  she growls.

Kim laughs, tossing back her curly hair.  "You should go with him.  He's cute, and nice!"

"Yeah, Lauren," I join in.  "Give the poor guy a chance."

Lauren just gives me "the look."  I smirk until Kim turns to me.

"So, Violet, you're not gonna go with your boyfriend?"

"My who?"

"I saw you at the beach with him.  He's freaking gorgeous!  Is he in college?"

'Oh," I mumble uncomfortably.  "He's not really my boyfriend.  We just kind of hang out."

"Uh-huh," Kim says disbelievingly.  "Well, if I was hanging out with a guy who looked like
that
, I would be showing him off to everyone.  You looked really hot together, like a supermodel couple."

"Yeah, whatever."  I laugh.  Zane, sure.  Me, not so much.

"No, seriously.  Oh, I would have come over and said hi, but you two looked pretty busy."  She waggles her eyebrows suggestively.

Ugh!  I feel a massive blush come on, but it doesn't wipe the huge smile off my face. Well, if anyone had to catch me making out on a beach with Zane, I'm glad it was Kim.  She wouldn't go blabbing to the whole school.

But I wonder if she told her brother?

Kim says she'll see us in Spanish and rushes off.  I pretend to be working on my essay, but the smug smile probably gives it away what I'm really thinking about.  Or who.  Whom.  Lauren just shakes her head at my ridiculousness. 

I don't care.  I think...I think I'm going to ask Zane to clarify our relationship.

I just hope I like his answer.

Chapter 18

The day of the dance.

I decide to wear my long gray dress with little white flowers scattered all over it.  It's not a sexy dress by any means, because I don't want to offend the residents by looking trashy.   I end up putting my hair back in a ponytail when a curling attempt goes awry.

I'm glad Zane's meeting me at Sunset instead of picking me up at Lauren's like usual.  I am ridiculously nervous.  I screw up  Helize's hair so many times, she decides to wear a beret.  It's jaunty.

"Will you get me ready for bed tonight?" she asks me for the third time.

I'm squatting in front of her wheelchair, trying to get her leg brace on right.  "I don't work today, remember?  Today's the sweethearts dance.  I came to dance with you."

Helize waves a hand in a "pshaw!" way.  "Why would a young beauty like you dance with an old lady like me? Violet, I think you have that on the wrong leg."

I smack myself in the face.  No wonder.  "Sorry, Helize!  I guess I'm really nervous."

"Oh, right.  Is your young man coming to the dance?"

I stand up slowly, rubbing my back.  "I think so.  He said he was.  I haven't talked to him today, though.  Do you think I should call him?"

Helize lifts her frail shoulders in a shrug.  "If you feel like it, why not?  Dear, check that drawer for some tissues, will you?  My nose gets so drippy from the oxygen."

I check her nightstand.  "Ugh, you need to stop re-using Kleenex, Helize.  It's disgusting.  I can get you a box from the supply room."

She sniffs haughtily.  "And get charged an arm for it?  I refuse to be nickel and dimed to death."

I hide a smile.  My penny pinching old lady.  "If you don't tell anybody, I'll bring you in a bunch of boxes from home."

"Oh, Violet, you're too good to me.  Don't you worry about it."  She reaches a wrinkled hand over to pat my arm.  "Now, what time is it?  We haven't missed the dance yet, have we?"

I check one of the five clocks she has in her room.  "It's 5:53.  We should go down now, probably."

Helize checks her watch anxiously.  "Oh, dear.  Maybe I should go to the bathroom again.  I don't want to have an accident."

"Sure," I say, and wheel her back in, resigning myself to being at least five minutes late.

Helize makes a distressed sound, and I change that estimate to fifteen.

By the time I wheel her down to the dining room, it's ten after and the dance has just started. 
Helize immediately starts humming along to the romantic old music playing over the intercom.  Tables have been cleared from the middle of the room and rearranged around the edges.  Orange and black decorations festoon the area, and two long tables are set up with delicious refreshments.

I park Helize at a table next to her cronies, Mel and Gretchen, then hurry over to the lobby.

Zane is here, talking to the insanely hot receptionist Marissa.  She's laughing flirtatiously up at him, and he's smiling down at her.

I fight back a wave of nauseous jealousy.  I see Marissa has no problem dressing trashy in that little black see-through napkin she has on.

Zane better not be looking down her dress.

"Hey," I say hesitantly
, walking up to them.  I can’t help but
feel
like I'm interrupting something.

"Hey, yourself," Zane says, flashing that killer smile at me.  He looks fantastic and sexy in an olive green dress shirt and black slacks.

"Oh, hey, Violet,"  Marissa chirps to me while continuing to point her perky boobs at Zane.  "Does this one belong to you?"

I force a smile to my face, but I choose not to answer such a stupid question.  "Thanks for coming," I say to Zane.

"You don't have to thank me."  I only realize he's holding a bunch of blood red roses when he hands them to me.  "Happy 'senior' prom, Violet."

"Oh," I gasp, holding them up to my nose.

"That's so sweet," Marissa sighs.  "I wish someone would do that for me."

Don't ruin the moment, bitch.

"Thank you, Zane," I say, embarrassed by my shaky voice.