panicky about seeing Liam, Tess standing beside me made everything in my life feel desperately small and unimportant.
Tess’s mom had always been unpredictable and irresponsible. But I could tell that something had shifted for the worse inside her house.
Tess was always there for me. She never made me feel as if my problems were small. And yet here was a chance for me to be there for her, and I didn’t know what to do. It was a monster-sized problem with no easy solution.
It’s funny, though, how high school can suck you in. As soon as we sat down in homeroom, it was like cheerleading and fund-raisers and homecoming became über-important. Tess and I had come up with a fund-raising plan. It was pretty ambitious, but Tess thought we could pull it off. She reasoned that not many people really care about new uniforms for cheerleaders, so we had to do something that would make people interested. She wanted to do a dual fund-raiser for the local domestic violence shelter and our uniforms. Her grand plan was to hold a toy drive to collect gently used toys for the day care center in the shelter, and during the toy drive we would do a “Pictures with Santa” for the kids. Most of the money from the pictures would go toward the uniforms. Everybody would win.
There were about a million things we had to work out if we were going to pull it off before Christmas; plus we were going to need a whole lot of help. Help that Tess was quite capable of rallying.
And then there was Liam. I didn’t have any classes with him on A Day, but I had two on B Day. Trig and English. So since it was A Day, that meant I could only see him in the hallways and at lunch.
I wanted to see him—and didn’t want to see him—both at the same time.
What I wasn’t prepared for was seeing him in a close conversation with Lexi Taylor.
Lexi was one of those good-girl quiet types who I never really took much notice of—until I saw her flirting with Liam. I watched the whole exchange, and even though most people would have seen it as some casual hallway convo, I knew I was in trouble.
Is Liam dating Lexi? How do I not know this? I felt way more upset about it than was reasonable.
Fortunately, Lexi was in my PE class. It would be better to find out the truth.
“Hey, Lexi. Want to be my partner?” I asked after I was changed and standing in the archery field. Lexi looked surprised, as did Katie, another cheerleader and my usual partner.
“Sure.” She picked up one of the targets. “Wanna get the arrows?”
After we got the target set up and measured our distance, we stood next to each other, taking turns trying to hit the bull’s-eye.
“I saw you talking to the new guy this morning—Liam, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” She let an arrow fly, but it stuck in the ground in front of the target. “Shoot.”
I set up my shot. “Do you know him?”
“Yeah.”
I rolled my eyes. Does she not know how to elaborate? “How did you meet him?”
“He goes to my church.”
Finally something more than a one-word answer. Church. That was practically the only thing I knew about Lexi. She was a church kid.
She fell quiet again as we took turns shooting and gathering the arrows. Lexi was as bad at archery as she was at having this conversation.
I decided to keep trying. “So, are you and Liam… friends?”
“Yeah. You could say that.” Her arrow flew and hit right outside the center. She squealed, then handed me the bow. “Why are you so interested in Liam?”
“No reason.”
“He’s not really your type, you know.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” How could she presume to know my type? I didn’t even know my type. I let the arrow fly, sending it straight into the center.
She wasn’t intimidated. She held up a finger on her right hand, and for a split second I thought that Lexi, Miss Goody Two-Shoes herself, was flipping me off. “He’s a Christian. He noticed my promise ring this morning.” She pointed to a ring on her right