Down the hall, Carey Denison was reaching into his locker. I swear he shot me a beady glare when he thought I wasn’ t looking.
That’ s the kind of day it was.
The minutes ticked by slowly during my final class. The way I figured it— if Carey and I got out at the same time, I’ d be able to get to her house first, what with those gawky legs and all. I started to psych myself up, and when the bell rang, I took off from school running at a full clip. I was flying for about a hundred yards or so, and then I started to get kind of tired, and then a cramp set in. Pretty soon all I could do was walk, but that cramp really started to get to me, and I had to bend over and hold my side while I kept moving. As I made my way down the streets of Beaufort, I looked like a wheezing version of the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Behind me I thought I heard Carey’ s high-pitched laughter. I turned around, digging my fingers into my gut to stifle the pain, but I couldn’ t see him. Maybe he was cutting through someone’ s backyard! He was a sneaky bastard, that guy. You couldn’ t trust him even for a minute.
I started to stumble along even faster, and pretty soon I reached Jamie’ s street. By then I was sweating all over— my shirt was soaked right through— and I was still wheezing something fierce. Well, I reached her front door, took a second to catch my breath, and finally knocked. Despite my fevered rush to her house, my pessimistic side assumed that Carey would be the one who opened the door for me. I imagined him smiling at me with a victorious look in his eye, one that essentially meant“ Sorry, partner, you’ re too late.”
But it wasn’ t Carey who answered, it was Jamie, and for the first time in my life I saw what she’ d look like if she were an ordinary person. She was wearing jeans and a red blouse, and though her hair was still pulled up into a bun, she looked more casual than she usually did. I realized she could actually be cute if she gave herself the opportunity.
“ Landon,” she said as she held open the door,“ this is a surprise!” Jamie was always glad to see everyone, including me, though I think my appearance startled her.“ You look like you’ ve been exercising,” she said.
“ Not really,” I lied, wiping my brow. Luckily the cramp was fading fast.“ You’ ve sweat clean through your shirt.”“ Oh, that?” I looked at my shirt.“ That’ s nothing. I just sweat a lot sometimes.”“ Maybe you should have it checked by a doctor.”“ I’ ll be okay, I’ m sure.”
“ I’ ll say a prayer for you anyway,” she offered as she smiled. Jamie was always praying for someone. I might as well join the club.
“ Thanks,” I said. She looked down and sort of shuffled her feet for a moment.“ Well, I’ d invite you in,