three

KEYSHA

I squeezed into my black one-piece bathing suit, then shoved my hair under the matching black swimming cap. My suit was a little tight-fitting. It seemed to have shrunk since the last time I wore it for swim class. I made a mental note to pick up a new one the next time I was at the mall. I could’ve rented a swimming suit, but something about a rented bathing suit just grossed me out. Once I got my bathing suit to completely cover my behind, I walked out of the locker room and onto the pool deck, shivering uncontrollably. I felt as if I’d just walked into a freezer. I immediately snatched up a large towel from a nearby rack and draped it over my shoulders to keep warm. The scent of the chlorine was extra strong, so I knew that by the end of the class my skin would be desert-dry and itchy, which meant that I’d be using a good amount of moisturizer. Another reason to hate my Monday-morning swim class.

“Hurry up, ladies, and take a seat on the bleachers,” Miss McFadden, the swim teacher, bellowed out as she grabbed the attendance sheet for roll call.

“You know we’re learning how to do the backstroke today,” said Maya Carter just before I sat down next to her. Maya was my swimming partner and we were at the beginning stages of a friendship. I had met her not too long ago when our swim rotation in gym class began. The only reason that I said anything to her was because she seemed pretty cool. And she didn’t hang with the snobby girls who were constantly gossiping about everybody.

“That is a very nice-looking tattoo,” I said, admiring the details of the body art gracing her right shoulder.

“Thank you. My mom and dad still don’t know that I ran off and got this yet. Believe it or not I’ve only had it for a few weeks. When my parents do find out they’re going to hit the roof. Hopefully they won’t find out until I’m like eighteen and grown.” Maya laughed, but didn’t seem overly concerned about keeping her secret away from her parents.

“Where did you get it done?” I asked out of curiosity. I’d never thought about getting a tattoo until that moment. I thought a rose or even perhaps getting something in memory of my deceased aunt Estelle would be worth looking into.

“I went to this tattoo parlor on Wilson Street. I can get the address and the name of the tattoo artist who did this for me if you’d like,” Maya offered as she tucked her hair beneath her swimming cap.

Maya was part Latino, and part African-American. She had a cute round face, brown eyes and recently arched eyebrows that made her eyes look mysterious. Pretty black hair cascaded down to her shoulders and she had a contagious laugh that made me want to smile and chuckle every time I heard it. She was an honor-roll student and a member of the drama club. It would have been easy to have been jealous of Maya. From my perspective, Maya seemed to have it all: beauty, brains and talent. She was even dating a hot guy named Misalo, who could dance just like Usher, or so I’d heard.

Maya was a junior like me and had two younger siblings, a sister named Anna, who was a freshman, and a brother named Cory, who was in seventh grade. Her mom worked for the state as a translator. Her mom spoke three languages—English, Spanish and Chinese. Her dad worked for ABC News in Chicago as a producer for the evening news. Maya didn’t really know what she wanted to do with her life. Some days she wanted to be an actress, other days she wanted to be a therapist and sometimes she talked about being a talk show host. I personally believed that she’d make a good talk show host because she just loved to gab about everything. I don’t know how her boyfriend, Misalo, puts up with her indecisiveness and her talkativeness. I mean, if I let her, Maya would talk my ear off.

“We’re learning how to do the backstroke already? Dang, I just figured out how to do the dog paddle without splashing water in my face or sinking. Learning how to swim is such a struggle for me. Whenever I leave this class I’m completely exhausted.” I was about to continue on with my whining, but Maya interrupted me and changed the subject.

“So how did your weekend at your mom’s house go? I meant to call you, but I couldn’t use my cell phone,” Maya said as she yawned very loudly.

“How did you lose your phone?” I asked as I glanced down at my toes and wiggled them. I needed to give myself a pedicure because the red polish had started to chip on the second toe of my right foot.

“Girl, no. There is no way I’d ever lose my cell phone. You know I keep my cell phone attached to my ear, which is why the world seemed to have stopped spinning when my mom took it from me.”

“Why did she take your cell phone away?” I asked, being nosier than usual.

“She blasted me for going over my minutes and texting too much. She got really ticked off when she got the cell phone bill. I mean, OMG, it’s too hard trying to manage how many texts I send and receive. Although I will admit I sent Misalo so many messages that my thumb got sore. See.” She held up her right thumb. “Kiss it. Make it feel better.”

“Listen here, crazy girl, if you don’t get your nasty thumb out of my face…” I warned as I shoved her hand away. “Your mom didn’t go through your text messages, did she?” I asked, absolutely horrified at the thought of someone taking my phone and reading all of the texts that Wesley and I sent to each other. “I hope you didn’t have any crazy or sexy conversations going on.”

“No, I don’t think that she did. Even if she had she would not have been able to unscramble what all the IM codes meant. She still doesn’t know what BFF, LOL, or TTYL means. In fact, she thinks WTF means Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. It’s strange, she can speak all of those languages, but when it comes to texting, for some reason she is totally clueless. Seriously, though, how was your weekend with your real mom? Is she still trying to get you to do the scam thing?” That’s another thing about Maya. The girl could talk about several subjects at one time and not miss a beat. How she’s able to remember everything was a total mystery to me.

“Maya, all I have to say is that I had one hell of a weekend,” I proclaimed, and threw my hands up.

“Really? Well come on, spill the beans and tell me what happened. I want all the details, too.”

I glanced at Maya, who was on the edge of her seat with anticipation. It was clear that I had her full attention.

“Well?” she cajoled. “C’mon and spill the details.”

Maya is a good person, but she’s very nosy and the type of girl who could get you in trouble with a teacher for talking too much.

“Why do you care, Maya? I mean, honestly…you barely know me.” I was a little suspicious and mistrustful of anyone who wanted to get close to me, especially after what I’d gone through with Liz Lloyd, a girl I met when I first attended the school. That friendship led me down a path of destruction where I was accused of selling drugs and caught a court case. I just didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances.

“Well, I’ll never get to know you if you don’t talk. They don’t teach Mind Reading 101 here.” Maya laughed at her own joke. I laughed along with her, even though I really wasn’t in a laughing mood.

“I’ll give you the details about my horrific weekend some other time. I have a new dilemma I’m dealing with,” I admitted just before I began to confide in her.

“What is it?” It was killing Maya not knowing. She was the type of person who’d hold up traffic so she could take in all the details of an accident until she was satisfied that she’d figured out what happened.

“I’m going to run away,” I whispered.

“Run away!” Maya blurted. She didn’t pick up on the fact that I was whispering.

“Shh, dang, girl, you’ve got a big mouth!” I scolded her for broadcasting our conversation to the world. “If you can’t keep this between me and you, I’m not going to tell you a damn thing. In fact, I shouldn’t be telling you at all because I don’t think you can hold water.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so loud. It’s just that that was the last thing I expected you to say. And for the record, I can keep a secret. I know plenty of stuff about a lot of people around here that I’ve never told anyone about.” She paused for a moment and allowed me to digest what she’d just said. “What are you running away for?” she whispered.

“Wesley. I need to see him right way.” We paused as Miss McFadden began to take attendance.

“I thought you said he was in Indianapolis,” Maya said with a quizzical look on her face. “Here,” she answered Miss McFadden just after she’d called out her name.

“He is, but I have to go to him. He needs me. I just know he does.” My mind drifted away as I thought about Wesley and the turmoil he was undoubtedly going through.

“Keysha Kendall.” Miss McFadden’s voice broke through my thoughts.

“Here,” I yelled.

“Keysha, you’re not making any sense. What’s the urgency? Did he get hit by a car or something?” Maya said jokingly.

“Yes,” I answered in a tearful voice. “Wesley’s been shot.”

“Wesley got shot!” Maya once again announced to the entire gym class.

“Who has been shot?” Miss McFadden searched all of the faces in the bleachers for an answer. Then everyone turned and looked at Maya and me.

“No one,” I immediately answered so that everyone would stop staring at us. As soon as Miss McFadden continued on with roll call I slapped Maya on the thigh. “I’m not telling you anything else if you’re going to yell out like that,” I growled through clenched teeth.

“I’m sorry. You just keep surprising me, that’s all. I get a little excited sometimes. I don’t mean anything by it.” Maya was now whispering and being extra cautious about how she was reacting to what I was telling her.

“Where’d he get shot? Is he alive? Is he paralyzed? Why did you even come to school today?” Maya was firing off questions before I had a chance to answer them.

“All I know is that he’s been shot and I need to get to him,” I said, absolutely convinced of it.

“Well, can’t you call the hospital at least to find out his condition?” Maya asked.

“I don’t know what hospital he’s in. I still have to find that out,” I said, admitting that I knew very little.

“Then how are you going to go see him if you don’t know where he is?” Maya glanced at me curiously.

“If his grandmother would just answer his phone so I can get some information from her, my life would be all the more simple. But I’ve been calling his cell phone nonstop and his crazy grandmother won’t answer his damn phone. I mean, wow. Why wouldn’t she answer his damn phone at a time like this?”

“Maybe she doesn’t have his phone with her anymore,” Maya suggested.

“That’s bull. Even if she lost it, she should know how to get in touch with me. Whenever something tragic like this happens, people always stay in constant contact with their loved ones. I think she’s ignoring my calls on purpose.”

“Keysha, try to calm down,” Maya said.

“I’m sorry, I’m just really wound up today,” I admitted.

“I could use Google to find all of the hospitals in Indianapolis and then you could call each one of them and ask if Wesley is a patient,” Maya said, offering her help.

“That’s a great idea,” I said, thinking that there couldn’t be too many hospitals in Indianapolis. I suddenly felt confident that I’d find out exactly where he was.

“I have study hall after this. I’ll use my time on the computer to start searching for you and then I’ll text you the names and phone numbers of area hospitals,” Maya said.

“But isn’t your mom going to be upset if you get another high bill?” I asked.

“She’ll just have to understand. This is literally life or death, right?” Maya asked, searching my eyes for confirmation that would justify her decision to help me.

“Yes, it is.”

“Well then, it is what it is. That’s just the kind of friend I am. I’m loyal, helpful and I tell it like it is. And I keep it real. I will go the extra mile for those who mean a lot to me,” she said as she draped her arm around me. “Real friends like me are hard to come by, Keysha. I’ve got your back on this, girl. I’ll help you any way that I can.”

“You really don’t have to do this, Maya, but I truly appreciate it. I may look calm on the outside, but on the inside I’m a nervous wreck.” I admitted to the turmoil going on inside my heart.

“I would be, too. You just stay strong and we’ll get through this together. Okay?” Maya smiled.

“Okay,” I answered. Just then Miss McFadden blew her whistle and ordered us all to get in the pool.

“Come on,” I said, grabbing Maya by the wrist and tugging her along behind me. “Hopefully the water won’t be too cold today.” I dreaded the fact that I had to focus on something other than Wesley.