Putting Boys on the Ledge (14 page)

I was impressed he'd made it that long. "They're unique," I agreed. "How else do you explain my name?"

"What's Blue short for?"

Ah…not going there. "So the football game was fun last night."

"Uh-huh." Heath picked up his Coke and took a long drag while he scanned the restaurant. Then his eyes flicked back to me. "So what's up with you and Bradshaw?"

"Bradshaw?"

"Colin."

"Oh. Right. Colin." I relaxed a little bit at the thought of Colin. Why did thinking of him make me calmer? I didn't know, but I was going to take advantage of it, because being with Heath was making me crazy tense. I couldn't stop thinking what Natalie and Colin had said, and waiting for Heath to whip a bloody axe out of his jacket pocket and go on a killing spree, starting with me. "Why are you asking me about Colin?"

"Did you tell him you were coming here with me tonight?"

"You didn't tell me where we were going, so obviously I couldn't have told him where we were going. Why?" Then I noticed how Heath's eyes kept flicking over my shoulder. I turned around and looked behind me. As usual, the place was packed on a Saturday night, as it was the local high school hangout. Lots of people I didn't know, mostly upperclassmen. But since I was there with a senior, I fit in.

Then I saw him.

Colin was sitting across the restaurant watching us, and he looked like he was in a really bad mood. His brow was furrowed, his jaw was jutting out, and his shoulders were tense.

And he was sitting across the table from a girl who was much too pretty. He was on a date? My stomach knotted, and I whirled back around and faced Heath. "I have no idea why Colin is here," I said loftily.

"Huh." Heath kept watching Colin even as he leaned forward toward me. "Want to go for a drive?"

"A drive?" I swallowed hard. "To where?"

"I don't know. We could just find a spot."

"A spot." Warning bells started going off in my head, and I wished I hadn't taken off my red sweater. "Actually, I'm pretty hungry. Let's stay for pizza."

Heath shrugged and leaned back. "Fine."

"So...um...the musical seems to be going well." What did I know? I'd been at only two rehearsals.

"Yeah." Heath drummed his fingers on the table and looked a little bored.

I wasn't boring! I might be fourteen, but I wasn't boring. "Maybe I'll go put something on the jukebox."

"Sure." He flicked a couple quarters at me, which I managed to catch before they flew off the table.

I clenched the quarters in my hand and walked across to the jukebox, where I stood for a moment, pretending to read the names of the songs. What was wrong with Heath tonight? He was being sort of a jerk. Not a jerk, really, but...well, acting like talking to me wasn't that interesting. Was that the only reason he'd asked me out? To go for a drive and find a "spot"? Even after I hadn't kissed him?

"Nice outfit."

I turned to find Colin lounging against a table behind me. "What's wrong with my outfit?"

"I don't think Heath will have too much trouble figuring out that you'll be willing to kiss him tonight."

Colin was close enough that I could smell his aftershave again, and it was just as appealing as the night before. His hair was slicked back, and his denim jacket hung loosely off his shoulders. "Who's the girl?"

"What girl?"

"The one you're here with." The floozy watching us right now, with too much hair spray and overdone eyeshadow. She needed a lesson from Allie about how to be hot, because right now she looked like the kind of girl that Heath wanted me to be. And she was with Colin. Was she going to go on a drive with Colin? Oh… the thought made my stomach hurt even more.

"She's my date," Colin said.

"You have a date?" Why did my stomach feel like lead? Why did I care whether Colin had a date?

"Yep."

"Oh."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Got a problem with me having a date?"

"No," I snapped. "Why would I care?"

He shrugged. "Apparently you wouldn't."

Fine. I could turn it back on him. "Do you care that I'm here with Heath?"

He stiffened. "You can do whatever you want."

"Fine."

"Fine." He shoved himself off the juke box. "I'll see you around."

And then he left, just like that—walked back to his date and slid onto the bench across from her. Even smiled at her. Like I cared.

I slammed the quarters into the jukebox and picked two random songs. They were probably uncool for a senior, but I didn't care. I was the one who'd walked all the way across the place, not Heath.

On my way back across the room, I made sure not to look in Colin's direction, but when I reached the table Heath was looking interested again. "Got a little thing going with Bradshaw?"

"Colin. His name is Colin." I plunked myself opposite Heath and tried not to be in a bad mood. It wasn't Heath's fault Colin was annoying me. "And what does he matter?"

"He doesn't." Heath reached across the table and took my hands in his, sending goose bumps cascading down my arms. "Did I tell you that you look hot tonight? Sexy."

I stared at our entwined hands. "No, you didn't."

"Well, you do." He rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand, and I felt my cheeks heat up. Heath was staring at me really intently now, as if I were the only thing in his world that mattered. Colin faded into the background as I melted into Heath's smile.

* * *

By the time the pizza arrived, I was nothing but mush.

Throughout dinner Heath continued to entertain me. He told stories of other musicals, of funny things that happened. He talked about some of last year's basketball games and how he had the winning basket. It was clear from his stories that he was very cool, and it made me feel even better about being out with him. Twice now, Heath had claimed me in public, and people were going to notice.

As he continued to talk, I began to imagine what it would be like to be Heath's girlfriend. What if he invited me to the homecoming dance? What if he was voted homecoming king and I was his date? Would that be the most amazing thing or what?

"You ready to go?" Heath touched my arm and I came back to earth.

"What?"

"I've paid. Ready to go?"

"Go where?"

He grinned. "A drive?"

A drive. Um...

Just at that moment, Colin walked by on his way out. His date was clinging to his arm and Colin was telling some sort of story. He didn't look bored, and she looked like she was about to fall at his feet in some sort of deranged hero worship. Was he going to kiss her tonight?

Colin nodded at me. "See you later, Blue."

I made some sort of noise, but I'm quite certain it wasn't remotely coherent. Colin just raised an eyebrow and continued on his way. With the girl.

Heath touched my hand. "Blue?"

"What?" Colin even held the door open for his date. As if that girl would ever appreciate it. I decided that I hated her too, like I hated the girl who got the part of Heath's lover in the play. Which girl did I hate more? Hmm...

"Let's go." Heath stood up and held out his hand. For me.

Heath wanted to hold my hand. Oh, wow. Forget Colin. Heath wanted to hold my hand.

I beamed my sultriest smile at him and placed my hand in his. He closed his grip around mine and pulled me to my feet. The moment I was vertical, he put his arm around my shoulder and started walking me toward the door.

I was surprised my legs were still functioning, the way my body was going all soft inside. Heath nodded at a few people on the way out, and I thought I recognized a couple of them from the play, so I smiled. And they smiled back.

I was in.

I was Heath's date.

We'd just reached Heath's car when my phone rang. He dropped his arm from my shoulder and opened his door. Had Colin opened the car door for his date? I looked around but I didn't see him. They were gone already?

My phone rang again, and I dug it out of my bag while I walked around to my side. The display told me the bad news even before I answered it. I didn't open the car door. Not yet. No need for Heath to hear me. I punched send and hissed into the phone, "Mom! Why are you calling me?"

"Just checking in. How was dinner?"

"Fine. We just finished." Heath unlocked the door from the inside and pushed it open. So much for privacy. I smiled at him and climbed into the car.

"So what are you doing next?" my mom asked.

"Umm...the movies. We're going to a movie."

Heath lifted his eyebrows.

"Great. So are we. So maybe we'll run into you in the lobby. Bye." Mom disconnected and I knew I was sunk. She and Dad would sit in that lobby until we got there, just to make sure we weren't doing exactly what Heath wanted to do. I cringed. "That was my mom."

"I gathered." He started the engine. "You told her we were going to the movies?"

"Um…yeah. They're going to the movies, too. My mom is going to... Um..." This was so embarrassing. Could I look more like a fourteen-year-old? "I have a feeling she's going to lurk in the lobby until we show up. Just to make sure we're really there."

Heath shrugged. "Parents can be a drag."

"No kidding." He didn't look mad, though, and I relaxed a little. So far, he'd been exposed to wolf mating howls, loon calls and now surprise visits from parents, and yet he was still okay with me? I thought that was pretty amazing. How could everyone be trying to warn me off him?

"That's fine. We'll go to the movies. We can have fun there too." He gave me sort of a wicked grin and put his hand on my knee. Or more like my thigh. And he left it there the entire drive to the movies…during which I was thinking way too much about what he'd meant when he'd said we could have fun in the movies.

* * *

Sure enough, my parents were loitering in the lobby with Marissa in tow. They gave me big smiles and a wave, and Marissa even ran across the corridor to give me a hug. Heath looked more than a little embarrassed about being seen in public with an eight-year-old girl, and he quickly dragged me into the theater. Fortunately, my parents were going to a different movie.

Heath settled us in the back row, in the corner. He put his arm over the back of my chair and his other hand on my leg.

And then the lights went out.

The previews were still going on when I felt Heath's arm drop to my shoulder. He leaned toward me, pulling me toward him at the same time.

He was going to kiss me.

And for some reason I really wasn't all that excited about it.

Probably indigestion from the pizza.

I remembered what Colin had told me. Close my eyes. Put my hands on his chest, or around his neck. With Colin's voice ringing in my ears, I did as he'd taught me, lifting my face to Heath.

And then his lips touched mine.

Only it wasn't soft and wonderful, like with Colin. It was slobbery and annoying. He started using his tongue immediately, and I felt his hand creeping up my leg. He had none of Colin's finesse, and my insides weren't exploding and going all crazy. I just felt gross.

And the feeling of revulsion wasn't going away.

I pulled back, and Heath followed me, so I pushed at his chest. "Get off me."

"What?" He looked around. "No one's watching."

"I don't care." I peeled his hand off my leg and flung it back toward him. "I need some popcorn. I'll be back in a minute."

He smacked my butt as I climbed over him, and it was all I could do to keep from elbowing him in the throat.

I made it out into the lobby without Heath following me. This was wrong, all wrong. Heath was supposed to be great! I'd totally liked him! So why did his kisses make me sick to my stomach? Just last weekend, at the party, having his hand on my knee had given me chills.

And tonight?

It was like he had cooties or something.

What was wrong with me?

It was Natalie's fault for putting those thoughts into my mind before I went out. She ruined it for me.

I sat down on a bench, leaned against the wall, and closed my eyes. What was I going to do? Regardless of whether it was Natalie's fault, I still couldn't go back in there and face him. What if he tried to kiss me again? Allie's sister had taught us a few self-defense moves, but it really wouldn't do wonders for my reputation to knock Heath to the ground, even if I could.

Should I pretend I was sick? Ask to be rushed home?

That would be two dates in a row that I'd run out on him. The relationship would never survive it. My reputation would be in tatters. Heath would tell all his friends that I was a psychotic freshman with deranged parents. My entire high school career would be ruined two months into my freshman year.

I needed an alternate plan.

There was only one thing to do: call in the reinforcements.

I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Allie's number, hoping they wouldn't be too immersed in her mom's advice to help me.