Stalk Me (7 page)

“He was not flirting with me.”

Brooklyn laughs. “Yeah, he was. I told you, guys will be glad you’re single.”

I stare into his eyes. They look beautiful sparkling in the sun. 

He smiles at me—causing his eyes to crinkle adorably around the edges—puts his hand on top of mine, and says,
“I’m glad your broke up with him, Keats.”

I practically have a heart attack, drop dead over my board, and fall into the water as the words tumble out of his mouth.

For the first time
ever
, Brooklyn followed my script.

I start thinking about a script for tonight. About how he’ll dance with me. How, later, he’ll take me for a romantic midnight stroll on the beach. How he’ll pull me down into the sand and make mad, passionate love to me.

BwookLYN is my BOYfwend.

11:45am

I walk in the back door to total chaos. Two of the girls are finger painting. Gracie runs up to me. She’s only wearing a pair of princess panties, and her entire chest is covered with bright red paint. She looks like an extra from a war movie. She even has red paint oozing down her hair like she has a head wound.

“Kikiiiii!! KiKi!!!” Kiki is their adorable nickname for me. As in Key, Key. “Look, hands!” she screams, holds her red hands in the air, and then presses them into my stomach. 

I now have blood red paint running down into my belly button. 

I scoop her up and tickle her. She screams
Kiki
some more. 

Avery, who is wearing a swimsuit and a tutu, holds up the paper she’s been cutting into teeny little pieces. The triplets have recently mastered cutting and think it is their mission in life to chop as much paper as possible into confetti and throw it around the house. The confetti has mixed with the paint to make some very special artwork. 

And a freaking mess.

“Look! We cut very good!” 

I lean down and kiss the top of her head. “Good job, Ave. You’re all getting so big!”

“Can we go make sandy castles?” Ivery asks, as she wipes purple paint down the front of her Bella dress-up gown. She holds her hands up and says, “All clean!”

The nanny grabs her. “You’re silly. Go wash your hands like a big girl.”

I pat the top of her head as she runs to the sink. “Not now, honey. I’m going shopping with Sander. How about tomorrow? I’ll see if Brooklyn can help us.” The girls adore Brooklyn. 

“Piggy, piggy!” Gracie screams. 

Apparently Brooklyn gives the best piggyback rides. I’d like him to give me a piggyback ride, but I don’t tell her that. 

“Bwook-LYN is my BOY-fwend!” she yells at the top of her lungs. 

She has a huge crush on him. 

I can’t blame the girl. 

Kym walks into the kitchen. She’s weighed down by an armful of hanging garment bags; probably some new outfits for Mom’s upcoming press tour. “Oh my word, I could never have kids. They’re so messy. Look at them. Look at this place.” 

“It’s all washable,” the nanny says calmly. She speaks four languages, has the patience of a saint, and is teaching the girls both French and Spanish. 

Kym turns to me. “Why are you going to meet Sander? I saw on Facebook that you broke up. Is there going to be a big makeup already?”

I grab a kitchen towel and wipe the paint off my stomach. “We broke up, but we’re still friends.”

“I get that. That’s what I’m doing. Working on me.”

“Do you need work?” 

She laughs. “Hell, no. I’m perfect. It just sounds insightful.” She lowers her voice. “Plus it sounds better to say,
I’m doing me
, than saying,
I have no man in my life
. Like it was a choice.”

Kym makes me laugh. “Well, I’m working on making Brooklyn fall in love with me, and I’m going shopping with Sander to find the outfit to make it happen.”

Just as Brooklyn was walking up to his house, he turned around and said,
Do you wanna grab some dinner before we go to the bar? 
And I was like,
Sure. All the guys going?
And he said,
Naw, just us
.

And I really had to control myself to not start jumping up and down with excitement.  

I can picture the scene.

FADE IN: BUDDY’S RESTAURANT ON THE BEACH - SUNSET

A young couple is sitting at a picnic table on the big deck. The breeze is slightly blowing back the girl’s golden blonde hair. Handsome surfer boy reaches across the table and takes her hand. 

BROOKLYN

(grinning)

I’m so glad you’re single. I’ve thought of you every day since we met. I recall it was your birthday. You had gotten a new surfboard and were desperately trying to use it. 

KEATYN

(smiling sweetly)

You taught me how to surf. 

BROOKLYN

(leans across the table and kisses her)

There’s a lot I want to teach you. I want to be your first, Keats. You haunt my dreams. I love you. 

Do I want to haunt his dreams?

No. Don’t want this to be a horror flick. Let’s fix that. 

 
BROOKLYN

(leans across table and kisses her)

There’s a lot I want to teach you. Come back to my place. I want to make love to you, Keats.

Ha. That sounds so dorky. I’d totally laugh in his face if he said that. 

My thoughts are interrupted by Kym. “So you’re going shopping with your ex-boyfriend to find an outfit to snare your next boyfriend? Oh, what a tangled web you weave. Best to leave this to the experts, though. Where are you going?” 

“We’re grabbing some dinner on the beach, probably Buddy’s. Then going to The Undertow to listen to Damian’s band. It’s
Twisted Dreams’
last gig.”

She nudges my shoulder and raises her eyebrows. “You already got him to ask you to dinner. You work fast!” 

“It’s not a date or anything. Just friends, as usual. But I wanna look really hot. Like, sexy, but still casual, like I don’t care. Like I didn’t try.”

“You wanna knock his socks off!”

I laugh. “He never wears socks! Just flip flops.”

“Well, whatever—we need the perfect outfit. It has to have that casual I-didn’t-really-try-I-just-always-look-this-amazing look.”

“Exactly!”

“It’s a tricky combination. What about that cute Saucey t-shirt dress you ordered online? The one with the monkey on the front. You haven’t worn that yet, have you?” 

“No, that would be cute.”

“We can add those embellished chunky Marni heels or maybe the short Burberry motorcycle boots, a bunch of your key necklaces, and some big hoop earrings?”

“I think the boots. Will you be here when I get back?”

“Yeah, I’m working on some looks for a couple interviews your mom’s doing next week.”

“You know, sometimes I think it’d be cool to be an actress, but then I don’t know if I’d wanna deal with all of that. Always having to look perfect. Having to look perfect every day at school is about to do me in and nobody is even taking pictures of me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with always wanting to look your best. Did you tell Tommy you want to act? Because I overheard him talking to someone about you for a role the other day.”

“Really? Why?”

“I don’t know. He just said you’d be perfect. That you’d light up the screen like your mom.”

I roll my eyes. “Doubtful.”

“Haven’t you seen pictures of your mom at your age? You look just like her. Well, except for those gorgeous eyes of your dad’s. He was such a hunk.”

“A hunk?”

“Yes, that’s what we used to call hot boys back in the Stone Age when I was in high school.”

Be still my heart.

2:30pm

I throw on a pair of hot pink Ralph Lauren skinny jeans, a royal purple polo shirt with a big pink pony, a multi-colored web belt, and some Haviana flip flops to wear shopping with Sander. I didn’t think about how my shirt would match his car until he pulled up in it. 

When he got out of the car, I about fainted from shock. All Sander’s gorgeous perfectly highlighted brown hair is now a dark shade of chestnut. 

“Ohmigawd, Sander! I would not have even recognized you. You look so different!” He grins at me as I study him closely. “But good. Like, damn good. Did they darken your eyebrows too?”

“Yeah, they had to. So, you like?” He holds his arms out and spins in a circle like the girls do when they put on their little fashion shows.

“I do. Wow.” The way he looks almost makes me wish I wouldn’t have broken up with him. “I may have to rethink this breakup.”

His smile dazzles me. 

“No, no. I’m the brokenhearted one. You’re moving on, leaving me in the dust. Get in. Let’s go find me something a little less preppy.”

We hit some of the shops in the Malibu and find a great vintage-looking deep-brown leather jacket, skinny black jeans, black motorcycle boots, an assortment of solid T-shirts, and classic aviator sunglasses.

I look at everything we have piled at the cash register. “I think you’re going to look more like James Dean than Danny Zucko.”

He puts his hand to his chest. “Be still my heart.”

In case you couldn’t tell by his dogs’ names, James Dean is his idol. Except he doesn’t want to die young. He wants to be one of those actors who gets better with age. I can’t help but laugh at how dramatic he is. 

“I’m starved. You’re gonna have to feed me before I can shop anymore.”

He turns to the sales clerk and says, “We’ll take it all.”

After a late lunch of my favorite fish tacos, Sander drops me off. I quietly open the front door in case the girls are down for a nap. I’m shocked to discover a bunch of people sitting in the living room. No one ever sits in the living room. 

And Mom shouldn’t be home. She’s been working late and on weekends because they’re trying to get the film she’s working on wrapped quickly. She and Tommy are due to leave for Vancouver in August to start filming a romantic thriller together.

I don’t recognize two of the men in dark suits. 

I freeze. 

Mom is wearing the exact look she wore when she learned my dad’s plane crashed. 

I feel like I’m eight again. 

I put my hand to my chest and frantically scan the room for Tommy. 

He’s nowhere. 

Please don’t let him be dead. 

Mom’s always telling him that he needs to slow down when he’s driving whichever one his exotic cars he chooses to drive that day. 

Please don’t let him be dead. Please don’t let the girls grow up without their daddy.

Everyone is deep in a heated conversation. 

James, my godfather and head of family security, speaks. “You’ve got to be able to do more. This is ridiculous.”

Someone sneaks up behind me and laughs in my ear. “What’s with all the suits?”

It’s Tommy!

“Tommy, I thought you were dead!” I jump into his arms. 

“No way, baby. I’m too tough to die.”

I love Tommy. I really do. He and Mom seriously need to get married already!

All the heads in the living room turn toward us. Tommy extricates himself from my death hug, strides toward Mom, wraps her up in his arms, and kisses her forehead.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

James replies. “That fan of your mom’s got into her set trailer early this morning.”

“That’s creepy.”

Mom comes out into the hall, hugs me, and whispers, “It is kind of creepy. He always sounds super sweet in his letters, so it’s not like I’m that worried, but we’re pretty sure he stole one of my photos. It pisses me off that security is so lax that anyone could walk in off the street and get into my trailer, but now the studio is blowing it way out of proportion.” She rolls her eyes at me. “Hey, do you have plans for tonight? Tommy made reservations for that new fusion place. You and Sander want to join us?” 

“Sander and I broke up.”

 Mom’s eyes get huge. “Why? Are you okay, honey?”

“I’m fine. We’re still friends, and I’m sure he would love to go tonight, but I have plans with Brooklyn.”

Mom raises her eyebrows knowingly. “Is it a date? Is that why you broke up?”

“No, we’re just hanging out like we always do. It’s no big deal. You’re still planning on coming to the Undertow for Damian’s last gig, right?”

“Of course.” She gives me a smirk. 

I can’t help but smile. “Fine. I maybe have a little crush on him.”

She laughs at me and walks back into the living room.

Wear a bikini and scream.

10:30 pm

The bar is packed.
Twisted Dreams
is halfway through their second set and Brooklyn and I are having fun. 

At least I think we are.

Dinner was nice. We talked about everything, laughed, and had fun. We talked a lot about his future. About how he wants to start an adventure tour company someday. One where he would take people to all the best surf spots in the world. He also told me he’s thinking about going on the pro surfing tour and asked me what I thought about that. 

I answered perfectly. Like I read it from a script. I said,
You should always follow your dreams, wherever they take you.
Which I thought was so super supportive. I’d be the best girlfriend ever. If he’d just let me.

Our evening so far has been relaxed and chill like usual.

Although, for me, it’s kinda been torture. 

Because every time he leans in close to talk to me, I wonder if he’s going to kiss me. 

Every time he touches my hand, I wonder if it means something. 

Every time he looks at me, I wonder if he thinks I’m pretty. 

Every time he glances down, I wonder if he’s admiring my legs or if he likes my outfit.