18

A day passed. I thought of Kalvin a lot, but kept to myself, trying to figure out what it all meant. Were we going together now? Was that a onetime thing? I wanted to talk to Destiny, but there was something going on there I wasn’t quite sure about.

In art class, I still didn’t feel like drawing anything, but I had worked up the nerve to finally show Mrs. Lee some of my non-TKO videos, like the ant one and some of the ones I made about my neighborhood. I’d given her a DVD to watch at home, and when she saw me, she made a beeline for my desk.

“Erica! Your videos are quite good. I knew you had an artist’s eye. You’re a rebel; I can see that. Keep going. I want to see more!”

I didn’t think she meant my TKO videos. Speaking of artistic eye, she was wearing that T-shirt with all the mouths and ears and eyes on them. “Are you the one who makes those Eyez all over the neighborhood?” I asked.

She blushed and looked around. She looked a little rattled. “I just made one and my husband kind of co-opted it for his own purposes. It’s interesting to see them posted around, but, as a teacher, I’m not supposed to be doing graffiti art. . . .”

“You’re a rebel too, I guess. I met your husband—”

This rattled her even more. “You met Joe?”

“He handed me a flyer.”

“Oh,” she nodded, unsure. “He’s really the rebel. I just try to keep him grounded.”

“Do you believe in his cause?”

She paused for a long beat, choosing her words carefully. “I believe you need to stand up for what you believe in and that people have a right to be safe in their own neighborhoods. He’s more the activist. I try to work from the other side, through art and education. I try not to pick fights.”

On the second day, I decided to talk to Destiny. I spotted her from my locker but she was with her “other” friends. So I waited, and while I was standing at my locker, this white girl from my homeroom came over. She was the skinny blonde who always ignored me in class. But today, she wanted to talk. I think her name was Autumn.

“Maybe she don’t want to be your friend anymore,” she said, nodding at Destiny’s clique. I wasn’t sure she was even talking to me, but there was no one else around.

“You talking to me?” I asked. I didn’t look at her because, first of all, I felt even fatter standing next to her. Secondly, I didn’t know her. She was in one of my classes, but we never said hi or anything.

Destiny was watching me out of the corner of her eye. I just shrugged. “At least she talks to me,” I said under my breath.

“Yeah, but why would you want to talk to her?” the girl said.

This is not how I imagined our first conversation would go. “You know this is the first time you ever spoke to me, right?” I said louder. “Destiny is my friend, that’s why.”

She rolled her eyes. “Isn’t she the one that you got in a fight with?”

I turned back to my locker. It was true; that’s how we met.

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but about 80 percent of the kids here are not like us,” she said.

“What do you mean, us?” I was nothing like her.

She frowned. “You know, us.” She held out her arm next to mine.

Her arm was delicate and pure, with manicured fingernails. I didn’t have to hold up mine for comparison. Mine was thick, with scratches on it. My nails were chewed as short as they could be.

“You mean people with arms?”

“No, idiot. Didn’t anybody tell you, you have to hang with your own people?”

I kind of laughed in her face.

“No, I must have missed that announcement. All I know is since I been here the last two months, nobody but Destiny has given me the time of day. If you or your white sisterhood had bothered—”

“Problem?” Destiny had snuck up behind this girl.

The girl glared at Destiny, then back at me. “Yeah.” She just shook her head and left. I heard her mutter “wigger,” and I almost went after her.

Destiny grabbed my arm. “Hold on there, girl. She’s just jealous, don’t you see? Let it go.”

I was thinking that girl would make an excellent target for a Knockout Game. I could see my fist wiping that perfect makeup off her face, her head flying into the lockers—.

“Hey, are you with me?” Destiny stared into my eyes. “You been hanging low last coupla days. S’up?” she asked.

“I was about to say the same to you. You seemed kinda stressed last time I saw you. Why’d you leave us in the park?”

“Family stuff. You know how it is.”

I did. I wasn’t gonna press her on it.

“I saw Kalvin yesterday.” She watched me for any kind of reaction. I played it cool. “Seems Kalvin likes having you around.”

I tried to read her face. “Is that OK?” I asked. “I mean, with you.”

She made a funny noise in her throat. “Hmph. Who invited you to join TKO?”

Trick question? “You did?”

“OK then.” Matter settled.

I turned back to my locker. “So how come you passed my message on to Kalvin?”

She acted confused.

“Facebook?” I reminded her.

“Oh that. I just wanted him to know you were worried is all. He ‘asked’ me to keep an eye on you.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Nothing.” She sighed and relaxed her stance. “Look, K’s got something in store for that guy, Joe Lee. Gonna crash his ‘rally’ this week. Let him know he ain’t afraid. And he wants you there too. But only if you record it and don’t knock the crap outta some old dude.”

I scowled at her. “You think I wanted to do that?”

“Just don’t do it again. It’s not your style.”

“But it’s yours?”

For a second she looked like the old Destiny, ready to take me out. But I must have looked overly concerned because instead, she pulled me into a hug which she never did at school. “You alright, Fish. You just new to all a this.”

Walking home, I wasn’t sure what to think. Destiny told me more about Kalvin: that he was just messing with people on his Facebook page, that he’d been suspended six months ago because supposedly some Knockout Games happened near Truman and he was under investigation.

“No way Kalvin’s comin’ back to school,” said Destiny answering my unasked question.

My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Speak of the devil. I was not playing hard to get; I guess I was just a little bit confused. On the fifth ring, I answered.

“Hey you,” K said. “What’re you doing?”

I was trying to think of an excuse, but my mind was blank. “Walking home from school.”

“Hmm.” There was silence on the other end. “School.”

“How are you?” I asked. So lame.

“How am I? I’m just wondering where you been. At first I figured maybe I had scared you off or something.”

I shook my head. “No. Nothing like that.”

There was a pause on his end. “Then I thought maybe you didn’t like kissing me or something.”

My face felt hot. “No. . . I—I like that part.”

It was true.

“Good. ’Cause my Boner misses you.”

“What?”

“My dog, Erica. What were you thinking?”

I smiled. Bad joke. Still . . .

I heard him sigh. “So, is it those neighborhood watchers and the rally and all that?”

“Well . . .” I hesitated. “It did kinda throw me.”

He paused for a beat. “Like I said, don’t worry about that, I have an idea how to take care of them.”

Images of Kalvin shooting Joe Lee flashed through my head.

“Water balloons,” he said.

“What?”

“It’s Friday. They’re having their Knockout Violence! rally tonight, right? I had this idea maybe we could hang on top of my building and give them a real St. Louis welcome.”

Water balloons? “Really?” I asked.

“Yeah, why not? It’ll show the media that we’re just a bunch of kids having fun. What’s more kidlike than a water balloon fight?”

“We could use pies,” I suggested. I’d seen that on TV.

“Pies,” he scoffed. “Too messy. Plus, we’d have to be on the ground. This way, they won’t see it coming. So, you in?”

Water balloons I could deal with. “I guess.”

“She guesses,” he said off phone to someone else. “Whatever. Be at my house at seven. Afterwards, maybe we could do something . . . else,” he added, suggestively.

“Like what?” I asked, all innocent.

“Well, you haven’t shown me those drawings you done. Maybe I could come over. . . .”

Fat chance. “We’ll see. . . .”

“Yeah, we will,” he said. “Lates.”

He hung up. I was still blushing.