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Authors: Susane Colasanti

Something Like Fate

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First published in the U.S.A. by Viking, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 2010
Copyright © Susane Colasanti, 2010
All rights reserved
Colasanti, Susane.
Something like fate / by Susane Colasanti.
p. cm.
Summary: Lani and Jason, who is her best friend’s boyfriend, fall in love,
causing Lani tremendous anguish and guilt.
eISBN : 978-1-101-22300-0
[1. Interpersonal relations—Fiction. 2. Guilt—Fiction. 3. Friendship—Fiction. 4. Schools—Fiction.]
I. Title.
PZ7.C6699So 2010
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For Shawn,
inventor of the note code,
however far away
part one
“If you believe in coincidence,
then you aren’t paying attention.”
—David Life
“The pleasure of what we enjoy
is lost by wanting more.”
—fortune cookie
I never meant
for it to happen like this. But if I had the chance, there’s no way I would take it all back.
“Why are you
always checking your horoscope?” Blake accuses.
“Why aren’t
?” I say. Checking my weekly horoscope every Monday is an essential part of my life. It’s like, took a shower, check. Went to school, check. Did homework, partial check (depending on the length of work involved and difficulty level). Today is Monday, so read horoscope, definite check.
He goes, “Um, I don’t know, maybe because it’s bogus?”
I gasp. The gasp is half joking and half serious. “Take that back!”
“Take it back!”
“Not until you prove that horoscopes aren’t a totally bogus waste of time.”
“Like that’ll be difficult.” I grab my laptop, which is sliding off the pillow. When I’m online, I like to sit on my bed. But when I’m doing homework, I sit at my desk. My bed is a relaxation-only zone.
“Go ahead, then,” Blake challenges.
“Fine, I will.” I’m on the best website for weekly horoscopes. I don’t know how this astrologer does it, but she’s scarily accurate every single week. She just
. True, I’ve only been checking the site since school started, and it’s April. So that’s like . . . thirty horoscopes. Which I think is enough to know that my horoscope is something I can trust. It helps me feel prepared for whatever happens next. Sort of.
I’m not a fan of the Unknown. The Unknown can change your entire life in an instant. The Unknown can take everything away from you and never give it back. Your life can end in a flash before you even have time to know it’s over.
There is no safe. There is no control.
I scroll down the page, searching. “Oh! Here.” I scroll down some more. “‘Mars and the creative Uranus synergistically merge their energies on the ninth, exposing you to an exciting world of possibilities. Mars, the ruler of ambition, is turning your life around and will be pushing you over new thresholds and into new situations. If you continue to cling to your comfortable routine, you could miss out on new people, interesting ideas, and’ . . . yeah.”
“And yeah what?” Blake says.
“And just . . . whatever, the rest didn’t go.”
“That is
not the point. Everything else totally goes!”
“So then why doesn’t the last part go?”
“Because it’s about professional possibilities. It’s for people with jobs.”
“See? You don’t
a job.”
“Because I’m in school!”
“What, like I’m the only Taurus who’s sixteen? We’re all different ages!”
“What about the rest of it? How do you explain how perfect all that other stuff is?”
“Riiight. Because new opportunities are only happening to you.”
“That’s not . . . forget it.” It’s not just about what my horoscope says. It’s about astrology in general. I definitely believe that whatever sign you are determines your inherent personality traits. I totally fit the description of a Taurus: loves nature, seeks comfort and pleasure, connects with the Earth, into serenity, stubborn, passionate, and nurturing. It’s a quality sign.
“Aw.” Blake sits on my bed. “Don’t get all offended.”
“I’m not,” I say. But I am. I’m sensitive about people blowing off the things I believe in like they’re nothing. Like I’m this freak who’s confusing fantasy with reality.
People who don’t get astrology are always like,
Why do you even care what your horoscope says? Why don’t you just live your life?
The thing is, if you know what to look out for, you can be ready for anything. Well, maybe not anything, but you can be ready for things you wouldn’t normally be ready for if you didn’t know about them. It helps me deal with the Unknown.
Blake scrunches up next to me. He’s like, “What does mine say?”
There are a few people in my life I can always count on. Blake is one of them. We’ve been friends for two years and we’ve never had a fight. The only person I’m closer to than Blake is Erin. She’s been my best friend for a long time. Erin’s a Leo, which means her temper can be a problem. She’s also fearless and self-confident, which sometimes makes me jealous. I wouldn’t call myself an introvert, but I wish I were as outgoing as Erin. I’d give anything to know what it feels like to be fearless.
Blake is awesome. He’s so funny. And super reliable. He’s never let me down, not even once. Plus, he’s really cute. But not in a way where I’m attracted to him. Well, maybe I would be if he weren’t gay.
No one else knows. If Blake were any farther back in the closet, he’d have random Boy Scout camping equipment and shirts he outgrew in middle school piled on top of him. Blake’s dad would kill him if knew he was gay. For real. So Blake’s not coming out until college, when he says his real life will start. He spends a lot of time on school stuff so his transcript will open doors to wherever he wants to go. He’s always talking about how amazing college will be—when he can be his true self, without worrying about impending death by deranged parent.
Things might be different if his mom were still here, but she married some other guy when Blake was thirteen. Then she moved to California. At first, she called Blake all the time. Now Blake only hears from her on his birthday.
Everyone assumes Blake is straight. He likes blending in. It’s just easier that way. Besides me, he only hangs out with a couple other friends. Kids at school see us together all the time. I even heard a rumor that we were going out. Blake considers this a compliment because he insists that I’m a “hot babe.” Whenever he calls me that, I laugh so hard. I don’t think I’m hot at all. Unless you consider short and skinny to be hot. I wish I were taller with more curves, like Erin. My hazel-blue eyes hardly make me more attractive. Neither does my straight, black hair, even though it’s long. I wear it with bangs to cover the scar on my forehead. Trust me. There’s nothing sexy about a ripped-up face.
I totally think Blake would be out if it weren’t for his dad. It’s not that Blake wants to hide who he is. He doesn’t even care that much what other kids think. He just doesn’t want to deal with his dad finding out. The fights they have are seriously scary. Blake’s dad never hits him or anything (which might change if he knew), but I’ve heard his dad yell. Some of the things he’s said probably hurt worse than anything physical ever could.
Blake trusted me with the truth last summer when we were spending all this time together. It was obvious that something major was going on with him. I swore that I wouldn’t tell anyone. Erin doesn’t even know.
I click on “Capricorn” so we can read Blake’s horoscope.
“There!” I yell. “What does the second paragraph say?”
“Yeah, yeah . . .”
“That wasn’t a rhetorical question.”
“You’re very demanding today.”
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