12. I Dare You

I find the envelope dangling from a slit at the bottom of my locker.

The hallway is cold, the lighting hard, the students around me devoid of life. It’s not eight yet, and once again I have time to kill before first period.

Ten minutes can seem like a lifetime.

The envelope isn’t sealed. I take out the piece of stationery folded in thirds.

The handwriting is flowery and leans to the right.

I see my name at the top.

Dear Chris,

Again I scan the hallway around me to see if anybody I know is around or if anyone is watching.

It’s a rare thing to find a guy around here who is normal and who has stepped outside of this little tiny world—not only who has stepped out but who has lived there. The three of us—Rachel, Poe, and me—we’re delighted that you’ve come to our wonderful little school.

I know that Poe might not show it, but she likes you. A lot. And Rachel thinks the world of you.

And I know I might not show it either, but I’m glad you’re here. I really am.

I hope this doesn’t come as a surprise—or rather a shock—but I’d like for you to go to the Halloween dance with me. What do you think? We could go with Rachel and her date—it would be fun! No pressure—you don’t have to dance (half the kids don’t dance anyway) and we can leave whenever you like. I can even drive if you want me to.

This way you could get the full Harrington High experience.

Don’t want things to be awkward, so next time you see me, let’s do this:If you’re interested in going, why don’t you ask me to go to the dance? I know the girls are supposed to ask the guys, but I believe it’s the chivalrous thing to do.

If you’re not interested, no harm and no foul. You don’t have to say anything.

See you soon!

Jocelyn

Even though her name is at the bottom, I can’t believe it.

This is from the same girl who told me without hesitation to get out of her car yesterday.

The same girl who said that I need to stay away from people who will hurt me. And said that includes her.

I read the note again, scanning it for anything like “April fools!” or “just kidding!”

Maybe she feels bad about the conversation and this is her way of making it up.

But certain things just don’t add up.

I laugh and grab my books and then head down the hallway, surely surprising the students I’m passing by with the big smile plastered over my face.

In English class I stare at her several times to get her attention. When she finally notices me, I nod to her in greeting.

Cold, blank eyes stare back at me for a moment, then move back onto the teacher.

After class, she slips out before I can get to her.

What’s with this girl?

Maybe she’s feeling awkward now. Things are always easier to write down in private. Things are always harder to say in person.

I look down the hallway but don’t find her.

I head toward her locker but she’s not there.

So I know I have to wait until lunch.

As if she has any question whether I’m going to say yes or not.

My glance back at her was surely enough of an answer.

So why didn’t she wait for me?

I watch her for a moment, sitting at that drab table in the middle of the lunchroom, listening to Rachel talk.

So composed, so calm, eyes that seem as endless as an ocean. I’m mesmerized by her beauty.

I head toward her and don’t even hear the voice next to me until its owner steps in my way.

“Going somewhere?”

The chiseled jaw of Oli is the first thing I see. He’s about my height, maybe a little shorter, but he looks carved out of ice and stone. The T-shirt he’s wearing is a little too tight.

Leaning against the wall is Gus.

“Perhaps going to hang out with your little girlfriend?”

I stand my ground. Two teachers are in plain view.

“They’re not going to be around all the time,” Gus says, reading my mind. “You won’t always have a babysitter.”

“I’m not trying to have a problem here.”

“You are the problem. And unless you suddenly decide to take a sick year off, it’s going to be a very big problem.”

I get out of Oli’s breath and face Gus. “So how’s this going to end?”

“Who says it has to end?”

“What’s it going to take? Beating me up so that everyone can see who’s tougher than the new kid?”

“That makes it all seem so childish.”

“Then what do you want?”

Other students are looking our way now. I wonder if this includes Jocelyn.

“Do we have a little temper?” Gus asks.

“What do you want?”

“You keep asking me that.”

“And you keep neglecting to answer.”

“Do I have to want anything?”

Just as I start to say something, I feel a hand on my shoulder. It’s Mr. Meiners again. I must be on his radar, just like I am with half the school.

“I’m good, fine,” I say, shrugging away from his touch and heading toward the girls.

The cafeteria suddenly seems quieter, with several hundred glances seeming to point my way. I sit down and realize I never got lunch from my locker.

The look I get from Jocelyn isn’t the one I was expecting.

“What was that?” she asks.

“What do you mean?”

“That? Over there?”

“It was Gus being Gus.”

“You sure don’t listen well, do you?”

“Hi, Chris,” Rachel says.

I nod at her, then answer Jocelyn. “I can’t help where he comes and goes.”

“Maybe you should pay attention a little more.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

Poe raises her eyebrows and takes a sip of her soda, enjoying the argument in front of her.

“I happened to be paying attention to something else.”

“Do you want to get some lunch?” Rachel asks.

“No, I’m good.”

“Maybe that’s a bad idea,” Jocelyn says.

“Yeah, I’d think so, but then again, I’m kinda confused.”

Rachel is next to me digging through her lunch bag. “Fruit?”

Jocelyn is glaring at me. “Confused about what?”

“Confused about a lot of things. First and foremost, you.”

“Nothing to be confused about there. Nothing you even need to think about.”

“Really?” I ask.

She nods, looks away.

What a total snot.

This is crazy.

“Look, I don’t have to go to the dance. It’s not that big of a deal, okay?”

She blinks.

Rachel tugs at my arm. “Hey … Chris … do you want to just … can I talk to you for a minute?”

“I’m fine.”

“What are you talking about?” Jocelyn asks.

“Nothing, I guess. Nothing at all. In fact, I won’t ever mention the stupid dance again.”

“Fine with me.”

“Am I missing something here?” Poe asks.

“Nothing at all,” I tell her.

“That’s right,” Jocelyn agrees. “Nothing.”

“I never wanted to ask you in the first place.”

“Ask me what?”

“You don’t think I will, do you?”

For a brief second I see it.

A tiny glimpse of humor.

She’s enjoying my frustration.

“Whatever you’re talking about … no … actually, I don’t.”

“You guys, can we have a truce?” Rachel says, waving her arms between us.

“Okay, fine, fine. Just wait a minute. Jocelyn, I’d like to be your date for the Halloween dance this weekend. There. How’s that?”

Rachel and Poe both look surprised as the hint of amusement continues to rise on Jocelyn’s face.

“So I dare you.”

“You dare me to what?” Jocelyn asks.

“I dare you to take me.”

“Yeah, right.”

“I know you won’t. You’re afraid.”

“I’m not afraid of anything.”

“Then I dare you to take me to the dance.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Because I think there’s a part of you that wants to but that’s afraid to actually go there.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Okay. Then what’s your answer?”

Jocelyn stands up and curses at me, then walks away.

I look at Poe and Rachel.

Poe clears her throat. “I’ve seen some lame attempts of trying to get Joss, but, buddy—that’s gotta be the worst one yet.”

She stands and follows Jocelyn, leaving me with Rachel.

“Sorry,” I say.

“No, I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything.”

“Actually, I sorta … well … I kinda did.”

Rachel rubs her arms nervously, then smiles in defeat. “I wrote that letter.”

She almost trips over her chair in her hurry to get away.