Push and Shove: The Ghost Bird Series: #6 (The Academy) (53 page)

“I’m not getting expelled because of you,” Marie said. “They’ll make us bus out to another school, probably more screwed up than this one.”

I didn’t want to remind her that she was the one trying to skip school all the time. I put my phone away. I did need to talk to her, but didn’t know where to begin.

Over the years, Marie and I had done a lot of negotiating. She wanted keys to the house so she could escape, and I gave them to her. If she needed money, I was the one that either asked or snuck around the house finding what I could for her. If I didn’t, she found ways to get me into trouble. I was young and gullible and believed when she pretended to want to get along with me. The only way I managed to get on her good side before was giving in to things she told me she wanted.

What did she want now? I needed her on my side this time, even if only for the moment.

“I know you don’t like the boys in the house,” I said carefully. I tried to bring up things Mr. Hendricks probably already knew, hoping Mr. Blackbourne would direct me if I said anything wrong. “And I know you don’t like me staying there.”

Marie rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest, sitting back in the chair. “Whatever. You think this is all about you. As always.”

“What?”

“You’re so stupid. And I can’t believe everyone talks about you.” She shook her head, pursing her lips for a moment and staring at the wall like she didn’t want to talk. She sneered and then looked back at me. “You know, I wouldn’t even be in this stupid office or in trouble if it wasn’t for you. My mother’s in a hospital somewhere and I don’t know where she is. My dad won’t come back because you’re around.”

Internally, I groaned, hoping Mr. Hendricks wasn’t watching. That was more than I wanted him to know about. “He won’t come because he chose not to,” I said. “We tried calling—”

“If you think you’re staying around because you’re helping me, forget it. I can take care of myself.” With that, she pulled a debit card from her pocket.

I stared at it for a long time, and her mother’s name was on the outside. Perhaps that was why she was in our parents’ bedroom and told me to stay out. That was why there was cash in her drawer. She never told me?

I blinked at her, and my hands clenched reflexively. “For how long?”

Marie shrugged. “About a week after he left.”

“There’s money in that account?” I asked. “How are you getting to it? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why should I? You would’ve had those moochers in the house eating our food, using our utilities. One’s already practically moved in.”

Nathan. “We were alone,” I said. “And they’ve paid for groceries for weeks. They mow the lawn. And they’ve been looking after us.”

“I can do those things. They’re using you, stupid. They walk around the house like they own it, and we owe them something for letting them say. Mom would have a fit. I can’t even tell her about it. I can’t even call around to find her.”

I sat back, exhaling slowly. I’d forgotten to ask the boys about this, a simple request, because of everything else going on. “I can ask,” I said quietly. “And I didn’t know you felt so strongly before. You never said anything. They were helping.”

She rolled her eyes. “Like I want to be stuck here with you and those idiots walking through my house. And it’s my house.” She pointed to her chest with her fingers. “Mine. You don’t have any right to it. And you act like you own it and you’re in charge. Trying to tell me how to do things.”

“I was worried about you,” I said honestly. “Especially since the last I saw you, you were passed out.”

She rolled her eyes. “The hospital gave us an IV and then asked a lot of questions, and shooed us out the door. Like I needed that. If you would have let us sleep it off, we would have been fine.”

“Do you even know what happened to you?”

“None of your business,” she said. “And it wouldn’t have even happened if you would just go away.”

“How was it my fault?” It seemed ludicrous. I didn’t force drugs into her system.

“We couldn’t even throw a party without mentioning you,” she said, nearly seething. “No one wanted to come when we mentioned a party that night. Not until Danielle thought to mention it was at your house. Then suddenly everyone wanted to be there. If it was
Sang’s
party then everyone showed up.”

“Oh no,” I said, sitting up. Was that true? I couldn’t imagine the rumors flying since the party. But what did this have to do with her being drugged? Is that where she got the drugs? “I can’t believe...”

“But they know me now,” she said, the smirk growing. “I’m out from under your shadow. Now if I can only get rid of you, things would be perfect.”

Perfect? She thought getting drugged and passing out, almost dying, was perfect?

And what sort of lie had I been living with her? I helped to clean up after her messes, the boys, too. Did she not appreciate any of the effort we made? She had to be crazy to think this was what she wanted. To live alone in a house and to take care of all those things herself? Danielle only pushed her for parties and use of the house. If other people caught on, she’d be used for the house, too. She was willing to be used just to get attention?

But Mr. Blackbourne’s messages came back to me again. Like he knew this was coming.

And no matter what, you’ll be with us.

I would be with them. Maybe I was clinging to the idea that this was my sister, and for some reason I still needed to be there for her. Instead, she felt intruded upon by the boys, and that I was the cause of all these problems.

Wasn’t it true? Wasn’t I the reason why she was in the principal’s office in the first place? She didn’t know the boys. She had no idea what was going on.

She shouldn’t have to know. She should do normal teenager things and not have to worry about what I did. She had a mother, even if she was sick. She had school, even if she didn’t like it, but that was normal, too. I was a problem because I brought the Academy with me.

“Marie,” I said carefully again. “Maybe you’re right.”

She raised an eyebrow, casting me a suspicious glare.

“You’re right,” I said again. “This is my fault. But if I get you out of this mess, I have to have your word that you’ll do what I ask. I’ll try to make sure no one will bother you anymore. And ... and I’ll find a way to move out as soon as I can.”

“You can move in with those boys,” she said. “Danielle told me Nathan’s dad was never home. Go over there.”

“I will,” I said, unsure if this was the type of negotiation Mr. Blackbourne was talking about, but it was the only thing she wanted. Not that I could move in with Nathan, but that I had to go somewhere. Where, I don’t know, but this was the only card in my deck. “But you can’t tell anyone else I’ve moved out, and you’ll have to tell dad, if he does ever call, I’m still around because he wanted me to stay with you.”

“Fine,” she said.

“And I may need to come back some nights,” I said, trying to cover all the bases. “I’ll do whatever I can not to. But I’m still only sixteen, so if it looks like I need to lay low, I need a place to stay. And we can’t let the police know, because they’ll bring me back and look in on us, which means you can’t throw parties and have the police show up. Or do drugs that draw attention to you.”

She nodded slowly. “The drugs weren’t my idea,” she said. “But I don’t like them.”

I couldn’t imagine she did. I wasn’t sure if it had been her first experience, but I couldn’t imagine doing something like that and waking up in a hospital. “If you can work with me, I’ll do my best to stay out of your hair. Are you sure you can get groceries and won’t need anything?”

“Danielle is getting a car,” she said. “And Derrick said he’d help. They’ll teach me how to drive, and dad promised to buy a car as soon as I have a license.”

I hadn’t realized Derrick had talked to her about this, or if he fully knew what was going on, but there was some comfort in knowing Derrick would be looking out for her. I didn’t know if I should encourage her to stay friends with him, because I thought if I did, she might do the opposite.

“If I do this,” I said. I met the full stare of her brown eyes, catching the anger and sorrow she must have kept to herself all this time. “You can’t tell anyone. We have to keep it a secret. And you can’t talk about the boys to anyone. No one will understand.”

“Why don’t you just apply to this Academy?” she asked. “Why not go to that school? Then you won’t have to worry about it. Get that teacher to give you a scholarship.”

I nodded slowly, not wanting to turn away her idea. “Maybe...” I couldn’t promise her one way or another, because I wasn’t sure that was possible. “But in the meantime, Dad wanted me to stay, so if he’s on the way back, you’ll have to let me know so I can be there when he shows up. I can give you my number and the boys’ numbers if you do need anything.”

“And you’ll move out?” she asked.

“I’ll try,” I said. “I’ll need to ask the others. I don’t know how yet, but I’ll work on it.”

She breathed in deeply enough to draw back her shoulders, and then hunched forward a little as she released the air. “So how do I get Mr. Hendricks off my back?”

“Leave him to me. I’ll negotiate with him.”

“Am I going to end up in detention?”

“If things go okay,” I said, looking back at the expanse of Mr. Hendricks’s desk, trying to avoid searching for cameras that might be placed around the area. I didn’t want him to know I knew about those. “You may not ever see him again.”

We sat in silence for a long time after that. I think we’d come to an understanding, even though I felt like I was promising the moon. Move out? My heart was in my throat thinking of the promise. I had no place to go. Mr. Blackbourne had said I couldn’t move into an apartment with Nathan. This didn’t even involve just myself anymore, because with Nathan’s dad at home, neither of us could go back there. We couldn’t live with Kota. I couldn’t imagine asking Mr. Blackbourne or Dr. Green to allow us to move in.

I had nothing else to offer my sister, who seemed to be happy with the idea of me never being around anymore. I hadn’t realized all the problems I was facing were coming down on her, too. And the one thing that she’d asked of me, the one possibly redeeming thing I may have been able to provide for her, she didn’t get. And it was so simple. She wanted to know where her mother was and to talk to her.

She didn’t tell me anything. Not her feelings and not what was going on. If only she’d told me sooner. Maybe I could have prevented a lot of this.

Suddenly I knew how frustrated Mr. Blackbourne felt when I didn’t talk to him. I imagined that’s how the boys felt sometimes when I didn’t tell them what I was thinking.

I tried to swallow up all those fears and questions, because right now I had to face off with Mr. Hendricks. I needed to focus.

♥♥♥

H
e was gone for over fifteen minutes. If he’d been listening in, I guessed he was waiting for us to say something else, but my sister and I were used to long silences together in the same room. We lived together in a house without talking to each other for days on end.

When he returned, he had his eyebrows lifted in curiosity as he entered. “Everything okay?”

“Just fine,” I said. “Although if you don’t mind, I’d like a chance to talk with you alone.” I thought I should get to the point.

His eyes widened in surprise. “If you wish. Marie, you can go back to class.”

Marie took one more look at me and headed out the door.

When we were alone, Mr. Hendricks crossed the room again, lowering himself into his chair. He rocked back and forth as he stared at me. “Go on.”

“I’ll tell you what you want to know,” I said. “But you need to keep my sister and parents out of this,” I said.

“You’re not exactly in a position to negotiate,” Mr. Hendricks said.

“You can threaten me with suspensions or changing my grades. Dragging my sister into this will only make more problems for both of us.”

“Do you think I’d have to do any of that if you were telling me everything?”

We weren’t getting anywhere like this. I wasn’t even sure what he wanted from me.

If you’re not sure what he wants to know, ask him.

“What do you think I’m not telling you?”

He paused, leaning back in his chair, his graying eyebrows arching. “Where were you yesterday?”

“When?” I asked.

“When you weren’t in class,” he said. “From the class right before lunch, your geography class, on through the rest of the day.”

Mr. Morris’s class was probably the only one I couldn’t get away with being absent and him not finding out. I couldn’t lie. “I was following Mr. Blackbourne.”

He nodded like he could have figured this part. “Where?”

Did he know? I thought about his question. Noon onward was a long expanse of time. Since he wasn’t specific, I only had to mention the parts I wanted. “He had me go with him to the library.”

“Which one?”

“Downtown. Charleston.”

There was an incline of his head, a tug at his lips and I got the impression that this was new information. He’d suspected something, but wasn’t expecting this. “What did he do there?”

“He plopped a medical journal in front of my face and told me to read from it and not move until someone came to collect me.” It wasn’t the full truth, but everything I’d said was true. I was getting the hang of this.

He sat forward, interested. “Sounds like he was testing you.”

Or I was grounded. I only nodded, not willing to relay any information unless I had to. “If you want me to tell you things,” I said, “you need to ask me. Not my sister. But don’t ask my sister again about these things, or I won’t mention anything else. I can promise you, whatever she’s telling you anyway, she’ll say whatever she thinks will get me in trouble. She doesn’t really have a clue what’s going on.”

“No kidding,” he said. He frowned. He plopped a notepad onto his desk and then selected a pen from a cup. He started jotting down notes. “Who came to get you yesterday?”

I swallowed. I went this far, but I wasn’t really sure I was willing to tell him about Dr. Green and staying at his house. Could I tell him about spying on Rocky? Did he know about the drugs? “I...”