Touching the Surface (17 page)

“We’ve been fighting,” he said.

“I guess we have.”

His voice lowered. “I don’t want to fight anymore. I can explain about Jul—. No, wait. I don’t even want to talk about our fight. All we ever seem to do around here is rehash the past. I just want to move forward.”

“So we can hurry up and relive the past?”

“Funny, huh?”

“A laugh a minute.” I adjusted my rain hat. “You’ve been following me around. It would be my assessment that you didn’t want to actually be near me, so, I’m guessing you were only worried that I’d go off and Delve without you.”

He looked guilty of my claim but I was feeling like it didn’t matter as much anymore. Ten minutes ago I would have submitted to waterboarding before allowing Trevor to be my friend again, but now that he was here, it only mattered that I felt warm again. Things might not be what I wanted when he
was around, but they didn’t really seem to be any better when he wasn’t.

“Hey, the rain stopped.” I glanced around, surprised.

He shook his head at me as he grabbed the dinghy rope and started reeling me in.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s only been raining in
your
world. Anyone unfortunate enough to be in your vicinity for the last three days has been the victim of Hurricane Elliot.” He tapped his temple with his fingers indicating that I was mental.

“Shit.”

He reached out his hand to pull me from the boat. “You’re developing quite a potty mouth.”

I placed my hands on his chest, contemplating a good push into the lake. Just like at the waterwheel, where we’d left off. I dropped my hands and lifted my chin to see him. Rivulets of rain danced down my neck when he tipped back the hood of my raincoat. I shivered. “What do we do now?”

Someone behind me cleared his throat and I tensed, sure David had found _ch at the Obmilus again.

“Kids these days. Gotta tell them everything.” I gave a sigh of relief. It was Freddie. I relaxed and rested my forehead against Trevor’s chest. His smelled good, woodsy and sweet at the same time.

“Hi, Freddie,” Trevor said. I couldn’t manage to get my nose out of Trevor’s T-shirt. How embarrassing—yet I persisted.

“Hi,” Freddie said back. “You were wondering what to do, young lady? I’ll tell you what you’re going to do.”

My head shot up. Even Freddie? He’d been the only one who I thought I hadn’t really truly annoyed.

Freddie took two steps closer and leaned in, lowering his voice. “You’re going to run. David is on his way down from checking your room. Don’t quite know why you get under his skin so much more than everyone else.” He turned his head to evaluate Trevor. “I take that back. He doesn’t like you much either.” Freddie tipped his hat at Trevor, who gave a grunt in return. “So wherever it is that you two are headed, I suggest you be quick about it.”

Trevor grabbed my hand and started pulling me off the dock and toward the woods. I yanked back, needing to give Freddie a hug, but Trevor wouldn’t loosen his grip.

Freddie winked at me. “Go! I’ll send him in the wrong direction.”

I opened my trap to at least yell a thank-you and got a mouthful of Trevor’s fingers.

“Shhhh—he’s coming,” Trevor hissed. He removed his hand and we were off.

“Are we going to the—?” My voice was a gasp from the unexpected sprint.

“Yes.”

•  •  •

We moved quickly, stopping every so often to listen for David, but everything remained silent once our breathing slowed. With the frantic pace we were keeping, it didn’t take long to reach the summit of the mountain and the rock outcrop that looked an awful lot like the one in Trevor’s Delve.

“Do you know what I found to be a weird sensation?” Trevor asked as he jumped onto the edge of the rock and plopped down, his feet dangling into space.

It was amazing. He could just drop back into the middle of a discussion we’d been having almost four days ago, the conversation that Julia had interrupted. I felt my chest tighten someplace in the vicinity of my heart. I shook my head when I realized he was waiting for a response: gazing at me like we’d never been in the middle of a storm. Well, if he wanted to pretend that Julia had never interfered, that was fine with me. In fact, it was better than fine.

Trevor was still sitting on the ledge and out of nowhere I was feeling lightheaded. I stayed back a good twenty feet, sweat now dripping at the pace of my racing heart. An overwhelming fear of heights gripped me, making my head spin like a dog
chasing his tail. What was my problem? The old me was fearless, at least when it came to mountains. And the old Trevor would never have perched so casually on the edge of the world.

“Elliot, you gonna come sit down?” He turned to look at me and my face must have given me away. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh,” I said while shaking my head left to right.

“Interesting development,” Trevor said. He squinted, like it might help him see me clearer. to be your Passenger">.hi

He hopped back up and joined me farther back.

“So, as we were saying,” Trevor continued, possibly attempting not to draw attention to my new weakness. “I find it strange to be in your Delves. It’s bizarre enough to be dropped back into my own memories, where I know what I’m thinking and feeling as the memory unfolds. When I’m in your Delve, I’m inside and outside at the same time.”

“That’s what I was going to say earlier. I mean, the other day.”

“Kinda like cornstarch,” Trevor said with a sideways glance.

“Exactly,” I replied, happy that he’d remembered.

“I need to know more,” Trevor said. “I can’t be in this half-informed limbo anymore.” Trevor paced back and forth between me and the edge of rock that jutted out over the glassy surface of the lake far below. I drew in my breath every time he was out there.

“I don’t mean to bring up a slightly embarrassing subject,” I said. A picture of Julia danced in front of me, making me hesitate. Maybe I shouldn’t be saying what I was about to say. I made a snap decision. I wasn’t responsible for her anymore. It was time to clean up my past, and that included Julia. My stomach dropped as I mentally pushed her image over the side of the cliff. For all intents and purposes she was gone.

“Yes?” Trevor examined me like I was an X ray.

I couldn’t help it, I was blushing again. This was so frustrating. I couldn’t seem to pin down which way the wind was blowing with this guy. He was a lottery.

“Remember when we were walking and you accused me of creating an obstacle course so that we would have to, you know, be near each other?” I ducked my head, unable to look at him. He reached over and grabbed my hand, threading his fingers through mine. His palms weren’t even sweaty. Mine were like Niagara Falls. I hoped he didn’t notice.

“Refresh my memory,” he said. “Near each other like this?”

What was he doing? If I didn’t know better, I would think that he was flirting with me, but it couldn’t be. It must be mockery. I wiped my other hand on my jeans and couldn’t help but gulp in too much air when I noticed his T-shirt. It now read
LET’S COMPLICATE THINGS.

“What?” His eyebrows shot up in surrender, a look of
pure innocence on his face. “You make obstacle courses and hurricanes, I make T-shirt slogans.”

“Let’s not complicate things,” I said with the straightest face I could muster. He gave me the stink eye as he realized I’d used his own humor against him. But he didn’t let go of my hand.

“Seriously, listen to me. The other day, why were you at the pond? Was that your destination, or did you just not get where you were going because of your Delve and the argument with me?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said slowly. “After walking around for a while, I stopped to think. Before I knew it the pond just materialized. My thoughts were so stagnant and I was standing there thinking about you—”

“Not fondly I’m sure,” I said.

“No, not fondly at that moment.” He at least seemed apologetic when he said it. “Yes, I was thinking of you and Oliver and that’s when the to be your Passenger">.hi Delve hit and I dropped so hard that I broke my arm.” He gave it the once-over, reconfirming the healing powers of the afterlife.

“the Haven.

23

near
misses

I felt sick, so this had to be my Delve. I could want to go back theree suunderstand feel bile rising in my throat, but I couldn’t see anything. Was it dark or were my eyes closed?

“This wasn’t my idea, Elliot,” Trevor said with a mix of humor and concern.

“It isn’t my fault either.” I gasped. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”

My sweaty palms hid my face, creating the darkness. I felt the wind whipping my hair around. Was I on the rock ledge? No, I was on a seat. That’s when it occurred to me that I was sitting in Sally. We were riding in Trevor’s truck. No wonder I was a mess.

“You weren’t thinking straight? Hmmmm, that’s interesting to know,” Trevor said with glee.

Why was he so happy?

“I just meant that I was a bit distracted when I decided it would be
a good idea,” I said in my best huffy breath. “I was feeling safe there for a moment. You should have known better and talked me out of it.”

Trevor’s voice was soft and deliberate. “So you feel safe when I’m kissing you? I must be a pretty good kisser to—”

My eyes flew open, and if looks were able to turn a person to dust, Trevor would have been a sandbox.

“You’re an arrogant ass!”

“And you’re so pretty when your face is all lit up and alive.”

He was so charming when he wanted to be. No wonder I’d kissed him.

“You’ve been baiting me. Distracting me from riding in Sally,” I said with a mix of accusation and relief.

Trevor smirked. “It must’ve worked. You stopped being scared when you had something else to think about.”

I ignored him and glanced around. Sure enough we were driving along a winding mountain road. It was mostly tree-lined, but at odd moments the sun poked through, illuminating a scenic view of the Hudson on the other side of a low stone wall.

“Wanna drive?”

“Don’t push it, Lowry. I’m never getting behind the wheel of a car again, but maybe—”

I could feel myself peeking over at him. He was like a seat belt for my soul.

I continued, “Maybe I’ll be okay if I’m with you.”

“Speaking of being safe with me.” Trevor’s tone lost its playfulness. “Are you ready to talk about going back to school?”

So much for feeling relaxed. I now had rigor mortis.

“They hate me.” My stomach knotted up just thinking of reaching out beyond the safe haven of Trevor.

“They don’ to be your Passengerneg beforet know you,” Trevor said.

“They don’t need to know me. They know what I did. Everyone adored Oliver.”

“I know what you did and—”

“And what?” I prodded.

He blushed and stammered over his words, “I know you and I love you.”

I could barely breathe.

I hadn’t dared to hope, or had I?

Oh, the hummingbirds were back, but they’d migrated to my heart.

“I love you too.” I could feel my cheeks pulling up at the corners.

He glanced back at me, making me feel special. Things are so much easier when you’re only living in a world of two.

I unbuckled, slid over to the middle seat, buckled back up, and leaned into Trevor’s side. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“I promise to be there for you. I’ll catch you if you fall.”

The Delve began to shift . . .

•  •  •

I was now in Trevor’s Delve. I was standing outside Sally’s open door and could see Elliot sitting in the truck. She was clutching a messenger bag to her chest, her knuckles white against the brown leather. The high school, freshly painted to start the year off right, should have seemed innocent, but
the
HOME OF THE SCREAMING EAGLES
sign gave it a predatory feel. He’d parked Sally in the farthest corner of the school lot, where the ground was littered with cigarette butts and weeds that managed to grow despite the absence of dirt. They’d found a way to thrive even when the odds weren’t in their favor.

I watched Elliot through Trevor’s eyes. She was pale, fragile, frightened.

“You promised to come to school with me.” Trevor held out his hand.

“I thought I could do it. I really did.” Elliot’s hands shook.

I wanted to turn away from the desperation on her face, but Trevor was strong enough to look, so I had to be too.

His tone dropped lower. “I’ll make everyone understand. It’s going to be all right.”

“You can’t promise that. Nobody can promise that. Things happen.”

I shouldn’t have been able to feel Elliot shiver.