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jessica alcott
JESSICA ALCOTT
CROWN
N e w Yo r k
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also loved it when we made him crack up; hed bury his
face in his arms as if he was ashamed to be so defenseless
in front of us.
Even the books we read were different to me now, and
took on his cast: every one felt like something our class
shared, some secret we had together. We joked about them
like they were a language only we understood. He made
us feel like we had conquered them, understood them, unlocked them in a way other people hadnt, or couldnt, or
would never be able to. Once Id read a book for his class,
it felt like it was mine, like it said something about me,
and we were the only ones who would ever know what it
was.
Everyone was infatuated with him to some degree; he
pulled us in like a magnet. It started that way for me too,
but after a few months I was absolutely helpless in front
of him. It was exhausting, feeling as much for him as I
did; it was big and violent and felt like it would never end.
Some days I felt like a branch trying to hold up under
an enormous weight; the pressure got worse and worse
until I was sure I would snap. I was so giddy sometimes
that I felt manic. I knew it would be wrong for him to
feel anything toward meand in a way I wanted him
to feel something but not to allow himself to act on it,
to be tortured and desperate but too noble to hurt me
but there was something even more appealing about the
thought of him giving in: hed have to want me so much
hed break the rules to act on it.
I would have done anything hed asked me, formed any
opinion hed told me to, laid myself bare in front of him
and let him do anything he wanted. I often pretended he
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was on my bed with me, overlit by the afternoon sun, running his hand down my leg. Then Id try to picture what
he was actually doing at that momentswimming at the
community center, laughing with a group of friends, talking to his parents, having sex with a girlfriendand Id
think about how small I must be in his life, while he was
everything in mine.
I knew nothing would ever happen. He liked me, of
course, and sometimes I let myself think I was his favorite. But I told myself I didnt even cross his mind outside
school. I was an ugly girl with a crush. I didnt have to
worry that it would be wrong of him to be interested in me;
he wouldnt ever be interested. I cringed to think of how
he described me to his friends. Id make myself imagine it:
You wouldnt believe how some of the girls throw themselves
at me. Yes, really! And not even the good-looking ones. I get
the ones the boys wont touch. Theres this one . . . Jesus,
its painful. I want to put her out of her misery and tell her,
Listen, I wouldnt be interested if you werent my student.
But there were other times I could have sworn I saw
something else in his eyes, or we shared a grin as if it were
a private joke, or hed pass me kneeling at my locker and
gently kick the soles of my shoes, and when Id turn, hed
feign ignorance, whistling loudly and looking around for
the perpetrator. Maybe it was just pity. Id seen him do
similar things with other kids in our class, and maybe it
was the only way he knew how to relate to us. Why should
I be any different?
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You know, she said, like the way the girls do, getting
ready for their suitors before a ball.
Thats not really the . . . the point of them.
I know that, Charlotte, she said. I just thought it
might make you more enthusiastic.
I pushed my tongue against my teeth and sucked in air.
And you . . . thats why you gave me the books? They were
a bribe?
No! she said. No. But I thought it couldnt hurt. One
present for you and one for me. Right?
Right, I said.
I know its not your favorite thing, she said, but I
think it would be fun for both of us. Maybe you can see it
as a gift to me?
Sure, I said. Okay. No, thats great. Thank you, its
really . . . really generous. I glanced at my dad. I needed
to exchange looks with him, to reassure myself that he still
knew me, but he kept watching her. I should have known
the books were just a stealth gift. She couldnt let it go,
even on Christmas. I suddenly felt like I was going to cry,
and I swallowed hard and said, So is that it? Anything
else?
Yes, now that you mention it, my dad said. This last
one is from Santa. He slid an envelope from a pocket in
his frayed robe and handed it to my mother.
Whats this? she said. She didnt take the envelope
from him, and it hung in the air between them, trembling
slightly.
Its from Santa, like I said. He wiggled it in front of
her as if it were bait. Come on, youll ruin his Christmas
if you dont open it.
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Mostly.
Excellent, I said. Reduces the need to shower. And I
like when I can feel the wind through the hair on my legs.
Are you interested in feminism or an excuse for questionable personal hygiene?
I laughed. Both. So tell me.
Youre really interested in this?
I really am. I got up and turned on the light. By the
way, do you want to stay for dinner? My dad cooks. Hes
very good.
Yeah, she said. Id like that.
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No, its okay. Ive got my dads car, I said, not quite
meeting her eyes.
Okay. Well, have fun, guys. She waved at me and then
she was gone. Her footsteps faded quickly.
You sure you want to be here? Im just going to
be a grumpy jerk, Drummond said, sliding down into
his chair. His leg bumped against my knees as he settled
himself.
When I didnt answer right away, he said, What?
I swallowed. Hows that any different than usual?
Good point, he said. He paused. I didnt mean to
imply that I wanted you to leave earlier.
Oh, I said, good. I wasnt going to. I looked into
the hallway. The building was completely silent. Usually by then there was the narcotic drone of a vacuum
in the distance. This is the only time of day I like this
place.
He grabbed his tennis ball from the desk and threw
it into the air. With the notable exception of my class,
he said.
Uh, yes, sure, I said. He threw the ball at me,
and I laughed and caught it. It has a different feel at
night, though, you know? It feelsI dont knowwarmer.
Safe.
Mm, he said. Back when I was in high school, lo
those many
Many.
many years ago, I always came in early or stayed
late so I could do my homework in peace.
Ugh, I said. You came in just to do homework?
I had a big family. I shared a room with my brother
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But . . . , he said.
You know how when your best friend gets obsessed
with somebody and you feel like a fifth wheel when youre
with them?
That bad? he asked.
I dont know, I said. Sometimes I think Im imagining it.
He rocked forward so the front legs of his chair hit
the floor. My parents got divorced when I was thirteen.
Hated them for a good few years.
I think you have to hate your parents at least a bit
when youre a teenager.
Very wise. I went a little crazy at your age.
You?
Yes, me, Charlie. Got suspended once, even.
I stared at him in surprise. Every time I felt like I knew
himhad quantified him, made him containablehe would
say something like this and a vast space would open behind
the words, hinting at oceans, deserts, planets full of things I
didnt know. Really? I always thought you were . . .
He laughed. I was a loser, dont get me wrong. I just
had a night of drunken stupidity.
What did you do?
He grimaced as if even the memory was painful. Vandalized a science lab.
Why? And how?
There was this girl, he said. Rachel.
Ah, I said.
Yes, he said as if we were old friends, which made me
flush with pleasure. Anyway, she was an atheista very
vocal atheist, as seventeen-year-old atheists tend to be. She
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