“Oh, give it to me,” I said impatiently, and snatched it from her hands. If I had to think about what to say, I might as well write it myself.
I typed the first thing that came to my head.
– Bad news. My parents are forbidding me to do the show. I’m so sorry. I’ll try and talk them out of it but no promises. I am so sorry. –
I hesitated before pressing Send. It felt like a cop–out. But I did press it and threw the phone away from me. I covered my eyes with my hands.
“Ugh.”
I waited a few seconds before I nervously eyed it. It was on silent after all.
Ada followed my gaze and peered at the phone.
“Nothing yet,” she said. She looked back at me, “What are you more upset about? Losing the show or losing Dex?”
The question startled me. It was oddly accurate. “Who are you, my shrink now?”
“Well, since the old shrink quit, I –” she started with a smirk.
“Shut up,” I cut her off.
“Hey,” she smacked my leg. “You owe me, stupid head.”
“I know.” I just wanted to avoid the question. Finally I said, “It’s both.”
That was the truth. I was terrified of losing the show because it’s all I had going for me. It’s what kept me going, kept my confidence, kept a strange sense of importance and destiny in my soul. It’s like I was meant to do this (do something) after years of searching blindly for anything that made me feel like I was as good enough as anyone else, or hell, even better, and I didn’t want to let it go.
And Dex. I couldn’t let Dex go. It was no secret I was in love with him, no matter how hard I tried to push my feelings down or rationalize it in some logical way. I just loved the guy. I know I didn’t know him that well – but I loved what I did know. And what I didn’t know drove me crazy like some book that you can’t stop reading, just to see how it ends, just to see if your hunches were right. The thought of losing him, even as just his dorky little partner, pained me. Literally. The more I thought about it, the more my heart seized up in sharp little spasms. I put my hand on my chest in an effort to soothe it.
There was pity in Ada’s big blue eyes. She knew. I didn’t have to say anything. Silence enveloped us both as I got lost in my own thoughts, and she in hers.
“Things will work out,” she eventually said.
I really wanted to believe that. “Must be nice to be young and optimistic.”
“You’re young too.”
“Well, I’m not 15-years old anymore. When I was 15, I thought I was invincible. And don’t say anything about how I was all f**ked up back then; it’s not part of my point.”
She kept her snide remarks to herself and looked over at the phone. An apprehensive wave flashed across her brow. I knew the text had come through.
She handed it to me. I didn’t want to look at it. I gave it back to her.
“You read it. Don’t tell me what it says,” I said.
She read it over. I studied her face carefully. The side of her mouth stretched slightly. It wasn’t good. I felt sick.
“What does it say?” I asked.
“You told me not to tell you!”
“It’s bad, isn’t it? He’s mad, isn’t he?”
“Uh. I’d say so. He says ‘Are you shitting me? You need to be an adult and learn to handle your parents better. This is f**king ridiculous’.”
“Oh my God,” I gasped and took the phone. She wasn’t lying or sugar–coating it either. “Wha…what do I say? He hates me.” I spat out the last words. The tears pinched behind my eyes, threatening to emerge again.
“What did you expect, Perry? I mean…he’s kind of right.”
I fastened my eyes on her, hoping her smug face would burst into a million flames. She flinched a little and that same look I saw in my mother’s eyes passed over hers. All the anger and bitterness from earlier was rising up from my throat. It wanted to come out and get her.
I closed my eyes tightly and tried to keep calm. I felt so disjointed. It was hard to get control of my thoughts and to keep reality in check. She was just being Ada; I should have known better than that. And Dex had every right to be mad. If he hated me, I could only just accept it. I was the only one to blame here.
There was so much shame inside me. So much that it scared me. I felt like I was heading down a big, deep hole again. Who would pull me out this time? I couldn’t even trust myself to do it. I was a miserable, pathetic mess. No job. No show. No Dex.
“Are you OK?” Ada asked. I realized I had been off in my head, boring holes in her Zac Efron poster with my eyes. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed but my knuckles were blue from gripping my phone.
I wasn’t OK. Not in the slightest. I needed to either pass out and push the world go away, or embrace it and put on the angriest music I had. Since almost all of my music was angry rock and heavy metal, that wouldn’t be a problem. NIN might do the trick. Then I would systematically trash my bedroom and maybe put a hole in my wall. I’d done it before.
“You know what,” she said getting up. “I’m going to go make you some tea. Then we’ll think of what to do next and stuff.”
I nodded bleakly and laid my head down on her pillow.
CHAPTER THREE
The sound of the doorbell’s jarring ring entered my dreams and eased me awake. Something about water, darkness, a baby crying. Then the fragments of the dream were gone. Where was I? My eyes focused lazily on the silky ribbon tails that were sticking out of Ada’s desk drawer. She had won those years ago when she was a promising ballerina. She must be ashamed of them now, I thought absently.
I raised my head up higher and looked at her alarm clock. It was 8 p.m. There was a full cup of tea on the bedside. I must have fallen asleep while she made it for me.
I heard a sharp giggle and flipped over to see her sitting on her window seat, on the phone with someone. She was listening intently and smiling broadly, her cheeks pink. I immediately knew it was a boy.
My phone was lying beside me in bed and everything came flooding back to me. The fight with my parents, what Dex had said. As disappointed as I was to realize that it wasn’t a dream, I was too exhausted, emotionally and physically, to care as much as I did earlier. My heart and head were heavy and even when I tried to think about everything that had changed, I was numb.