“It didn’t happen that way.” I knew what he was getting at, and I didn’t like it.
“Hypothetically.”
“You know my answer. The difference is that I love Will. He’s my brother. He could do anything, and I would still love him.”
Simon paused before he said, “What if you loved Zan?”
I snorted. That was never going to effing happen.
“Just saying,” he said, getting up. “Come on, I’ll buy you one of those tea drink things and we can go watch whatever sappy movie you want.”
“Can’t. I have homework.” He glared at me, and I gave in a bit. “But you could buy me some tea anyway.”
Simon bought me tea and he filled me in on the latest doings of the millions of clubs he was in. It gave me a chance to focus on something else. Something outside my head.
I went back to my homework, but I didn’t get very far. I called it a night around eleven and went right to bed.
Katie slunk back in around midnight and I pretended to be asleep.
Simon’s ‘hypothetical’ question kept me up half the night.
After several hours, I decided that imagining Will had been the one driving got me nowhere. He hadn’t been driving. End of story.
Chapter Nineteen
Zan
“So this is it, huh?” Tate took a drag off his cigarette and stared up at my dorm. He’d managed to get his car project, a 1973 Camaro, to run well enough to drive it down.
I nodded and leaned down on his car. I was skipping all my Monday classes to hang with him. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. No safety joint. No one tequila shot.
All the way. Back to my comfort zone.
“You been to any good parties?” he said, tossing the cigarette into the grass.
“Not really.”
“Then what have you been doing? Studying your books like some smart kid?” He glared at a few guys who gave his car the once over.
“I’ve been running a lot.”
“Don’t tell me now you’re going to turn into one of those granola freaks?”
“No worries. Hey, you wanna get out of here?” I didn’t want to invite Tate into my room.
“Sure, let’s roll.”
Tate had brought a bunch of weed and a few pills with him. I stuck to the weed, even though he threw a bag of pills at me.
“For later.” I shoved them in my pocket. I could always flush them after he left.
“What’s up with you man? I thought you died or something.” We were parked in a little gully on the side of a bridge overlooking the river, both sitting on the hood of the car and passing a joint back and forth.
“Just been busy.”
He turned his head and grinned at me. “Right, busy. What’s her name?”
“What?”
“The only time a guy bails on his friends is for a girl. She hot?”
“It’s complicated.”
I saw him nodding out of the corner of my eye. “So she’s not hot.”
I couldn’t tell Tate that Charlotte wasn’t just hot. She was certainly that, but she was also beautiful and sweet and funny and adorable. She made me want to do stupid shit like quote Rumi in the moonlight and buy her sparkly things for her ears. She made me want to grab her and kiss her and run my fingers through her hair and promise to bring her the moon.
“Dude, you’re spacing out,” Tate said.
“Sorry.”
“Damn, you are so whipped.” He laughed and blew some smoke in my face. “You f**ked her yet?”
“No.” The last thing I wanted to do was f**k Charlotte. I wanted to have sex with her, but not just f**k her once and have that be it. Once wouldn’t come even close to being enough with her.
“What are you waiting for?”
“I told you, it’s complicated. She isn’t that kind of girl.”
“Calling it complicated just means that you’re too much of a p**sy to make a move. The Parker I know would never let a chick run his life.”
I watched a cloud slide across the sky, changing and reforming.
“Maybe I’m not that guy anymore.”
“Whatever. I think all this reading and shit has made you into a moron.” He tossed the remains of the joint in the river. “Just quote her that poetry you started reading. Girls love that crap.”
I tossed in my unfinished joint as well.
“So what are we doing tonight? I didn’t bail on work just to come down here and mope with you about a girl.”
“I don’t know.”
“Guess we’ll just have to find something.” Tate grinned in a way that made me think twice about the decision to invite him up. But only for a moment. Not long enough for me to say no when he told me to get in the car.
Lottie
A bang against my door woke me from a half sleep. The room was just starting to lighten, and Katie was dead to the world, snoring with her arms and legs thrown out everywhere.
The bang sounded again, so I got up and looked out the peephole. There was some guy I didn’t know standing, or rather leaning, and a very messed-up looking Zan Parker leaning on his shoulder.
What. The. Fuck.
“Open up. Parker wants to sleep with you.” Great. The guy I didn’t know was clearly bombed out of his mind. How they’d even gotten up here was a mystery.
I had to open the door so they wouldn’t wake up the entire hallway.
“He lied. You’re totally hot,” the strange guy slurred. Zan was totally silent. He may have been passed out.
“Look, I don’t know who you are, or why you’re in front of my door in the middle of the night, or what you’re on, but you can go now.”
“Whatever, bitch,” he said, shoving Zan from his shoulder. He dropped like a stone before I could catch him. Not that I would have been able to hold his weight anyway.
“I’m outta here. You college kids are all too uptight.” He stumbled toward the elevator and was gone.
There I was, with a f**ked-up Zan Parker at my feet.
“Charlotte?” His eyes opened and he squinted up at me. He really needed a haircut.
“Why the hell didn’t you go to your own room?”
“Couldn’t remember the number.” He closed his eyes again.
“But you remembered mine.”
“Yup.”
I stared down at him, wishing I could just be a heartless bitch and shut my door and leave him there. Or drag him to the elevator, push him in and watch the doors close.
“Shit fuck.”
I grabbed his arm and tried to get him to his feet.
“You wanna give me a little help here?”
“Trying.” He got his long legs under himself and with my help, we got him to a standing position. “Now what?” he said. Yeah, my thoughts exactly.
“Can you walk?” I didn’t want to wake Katie up. Partly because I didn’t want to be a bad roommate and partly because I didn’t want anyone to know what I was doing. Hell, I didn’t even know what I was doing.
Slowly I got Zan to move his feet forward and got him to the elevator. My plan was to get him back to his room so he could sleep it off.
I just hoped we didn’t get caught. I probably wouldn’t get in trouble, but I didn’t want anyone, even an RA, to know about this random act of kindness. If that was what this was.
I got him in the elevator and leaned him against the wall so I could have a break. If he wasn’t so freaking tall, it would have been a lot easier.
I yawned and Zan rolled his head so he could squint at me again.
“Charlotte.”
“What?”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not sure which of the thousand things you’ve done wrong you’re sorry for now and I doubt you know either, in this state.”
The elevator opened on his floor and I got his arm over my shoulder again as we struggled our way to his door.
“Where’s your card?” I said.
He opened his eyes for only a second. “What?”
I shoved him against the door and started the lovely task of searching his pockets. Of course he couldn’t be the kind of person who wore their card on a lanyard. I didn’t either, but I always kept my card in my back left pocket.
He watched me while I searched, finding it in his back pocket. I tried really hard not to think about where my hands were going, and that only a little bit of fabric separated my hand from his skin and other things.
I moved him to lean against the wall and slid the key card into the door before opening it as slowly as I could. There was enough light from the hallway to see that his roommate’s bed was empty and I breathed a sigh of relief as I turned the light on.
One side of the room was a disaster. Clothes and cans and random crap everywhere. The other side was orderly and sparse. I figured that was the Zan side. I got him in and sort of shoved so he fell onto the bed, banging his head on the wall.
“Ow,” he moaned.
“Shut up,” I hissed. My brother and Simon were on the other side of that wall, and they were the absolute last people I wanted to find out about this little adventure.
“‘We are the mirror as well as the face in it,” he muttered, opening and closing his eyes. “‘We are tasting the taste this minute of eternity.’” I swung his feet up on the bed and started yanking his shoes off. “‘We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.’”
How the hell he was with it enough to quote poetry but barely able to walk, was beyond me.
“Charlotte?”
“What?” I finally jimmied his shoes off and chucked them on the floor. I guessed it didn’t matter if he slept in his clothes, because I sure as hell wasn’t undressing him.
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” He tried to sit up, but I shoved him back down. “Just shut up and stay here. I’m going to get you some water.”
He nodded and stayed put. I peered out into the hallway and dashed as fast as I could to the bathroom and back with a glass I’d found on his desk. I didn’t really care if it was dirty or not. He wouldn’t know the difference.
Zan was on his side when I came back.
“Here,” I said, shoving the water at him. He took it, but his hand was wobbly, so I held it for him as he sipped.
There, I’d done something good for my karma. That was it, I was done.
“Charlotte?”
“WHAT?!” I snapped before I realized how loud my voice was. Shit. I clapped my hand over my mouth, as if I’d screamed a curse word in church.
“I’m Boo Radley.”
“You’re what?” He sort of slurred it, so I wasn’t absolutely sure that was what he said. What did Boo Radley have to do with anything?
“I’m Boo Radley.” His eyes closed and he went limp on the bed.
“Aw, shit. Zan, Zan!” I tapped his face and his eyes fluttered open before closing again. Good, he’d just passed out.
I put the glass back on his desk and stared at him for a minute. If I was being completely objective, and I was only doing so because I was tired, I would say that he was good-looking.