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The jocks and the cheerleaders, the stoners and the loners, the freaks and the geeks, and everything in between. I didn’t belong to any one clique at my old school, so I didn’t expect to suddenly find my place at Knox, and I was okay with that. But, on my first day, I was in the cafeteria with a tray full of food in my hands, looking around the room for a place to sit, when a girl behind me tapped my shoulder. She was a skinny blonde with freckles spread evenly across her face, and she spoke, but so quietly I couldn’t hear the actual words until she cleared her throat and repeated, “You’re new, right?”
I nodded.
“You can sit with me and Sammy… if you want.”
I bit my lip. Almost smiled. “Okay.”
She introduced herself to me as Jeannie and then led me to a table where another girl, Sammy, was munching on carrot sticks while reading, and even though she had headphones on, she looked up when we approached, and offered a smile. Dark brown hair pulled up in a high ponytail, Sammy didn’t speak, but she welcomed me by moving her bag off the table so I could put my tray down. As soon as Jeannie was seated, she slipped on her headphones, too, and began watching something on her phone. The next day, I sat with them again. And again, they occupied themselves without including me, which was fine by me. On the third day, I brought out my own headphones, plugged into nothing, and pulled out some homework I should’ve done the night before. It was only then that Sammy finally looked up from her book and asked what I was working on. “Econ,” I told her, and she nodded, told me she took it last year and that she still had her notes if I ever got stuck. I thanked her. She nodded again, and then she put her book down, packed her headphones away, and a second later, Jeannie did the same. Sammy leaned forward, her elbows on the table between us, and, eyes narrowed, she asked, dead serious, “You’re escaping a maze. There are three doors in front of you. The first door leads to a pit of lava. The second door leads to a room filled with deadly gas, and the third door leads to a tiger that hasn’t eaten in three months. Which door do you choose?”
“Third door,” I answered, not skipping a beat.
“Why?” Jeannie asked, looking between us.
“The tiger hasn’t eaten in three months. It’s already dead.”
From there, they stopped wearing their headphones, and thus, I guess, we somehow became our own clique? I don’t know. But over the next couple of days, I learned that Sammy and Jeannie are cousins and live in Newton, a town about a half hour away in the opposite direction, and of the two—Sammy is the leader, or at the least, the more outspoken and confident one. Jeannie speaks only when she has something important to say, and when she does speak, it’s so quiet I really have to strain to hear her. Sammy, on the other hand, has no problems leading the conversation. She likes to gossip, which is fine, and completely understandable given the lack of other things to do, and as long as the gossip isn’t about me, then I’ll sit and listen in. Besides, it’s not as if I know who they’re gossiping about, anyway.
The three things I was initially concerned about haven’t happened yet, but that doesn’t mean I’ve let my guard down.
The winner of Me vs Life is yet to be determined.
I tell Dad all this while he washes down his truck, and I pretend as though I’m helping. He wasn’t supposed to be home until Sunday morning, but he finished his job early and was there to surprise me when I got off the bus earlier. It’s Friday afternoon now, and that means we have the entire weekend together. Mom is… somewhere else. We barely see each other now that school’s started. Some days I come home and she’s asleep in her room; other days I come home, and it feels as though she hasn’t been there at all.
“Shame your new friends live in the opposite direction. They could save you catching the bus,” Dad says.
I shrug. “It’s fine.”
Dad finishes pressure-washing the wheel well, then turns to me. “Just give me a few more months, Low. Hopefully, I’ll have enough saved up by then to get you a car.”
“You already bought me a car,” I remind him, slapping a wet rag on the headlight.
“Yeah, but we had to sell it.”
“Doesn’t take away from the fact that youbought me a car, Dad. And not every girl is that lucky.” I throw the rag at his head, but he catches it in time. “I don’t need you to buy me two. Besides, I got a job!”
“Already?” he asks, surprised.
Nodding, I answer, “At that skating rink. First shift is Wednesday night.”
Dad sprays a wheel for a few seconds before switching it off again. “I’ll be gone by Wednesday,” he says. “And your mom will be at work. How are you going to get home?”
I point at the bike leaning against the side of the house. “I have transport.”
He stares at the bike, lost in his own thoughts, and then he goes back to washing. I grab another rag from a bucket and slap it against the grill. When Dad stops spraying, I stop slapping. He says, “Have you seen that basketball kid again?”
By basketball kid, he means Jace. And unless he’s been blind to the multiple shrines around town, Dad should know his name. And yes, I have seen him. It would be hard not to.
If I thought the town of Rowville worshipped number twelve, it was nothing compared to the hallways of Knox Heights High. Life-size posters of him hang in the hallways. Girls whisper his name when he passes and guys chant his name when he’s not even around.
And, as strange as it sounds, the familiarity of that level of reverence for a single athlete is almost comforting to me. I was used to it. All I had to do was replace Jace with my brother, and it felt like home.
Kind of.
The difference between Jace and Harley is that Jace has no idea the fandom that follows him. Either that, or he just doesn’t care.
“I see him around school, but we don’t talk.” Jace doesn’t look at me. Doesn’t even acknowledge my existence. It’s a good thing, I suppose. If he doesn’t think about me, then maybe he’ll forget about what my mother did to him. I know he hasn’t told anyone—yet—because I would’ve heard it from Sammy by now.
I contemplated telling Dad about my brief run-in with Jace when he called to check how my first day of school was, but I wasn’t sure how Dad would react. Sometimes he’s all “suck it up, princess,” and other times, he acts as if he’ll take an axe to someone for sneezing in my direction.
