Ned was right. Honesty was a point of pride for JD, and he didn’t want to be one of those douche bags—stringing a nice girl along while he waited for something better. He’d just have to tell Ty he wasn’t sure they should be hanging out. Besides, a beautiful girl like that couldn’t be too disappointed. She’d bounce back in a few hours. Right?
This time at bat, JD didn’t wait for the perfect pitch. He went for the first ball that came toward him, swinging hard, letting the weight of the bat propel his whole body forward. For the first time that afternoon, JD struck out swinging.
? ? ?
Once JD got home he texted Ty back.
Let’s meet up, he wrote. Coffee?
Nah, she responded. How about the hidden courtyard behind Town Hall? That’s one of my fave spots.
Random—but he should have known not to expect anything else from Ty.
Driving downtown, he rehearsed what he was going to say.
“You’re great, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be hanging out right now.” His words echoed emptily in the Volvo. “You are obviously very pretty, but I don’t think you’re right for me.” Ten times worse than the first one. He sighed deeply. How did you break up with someone you weren’t even going out with?
She was waiting for him on a metal bench, wearing shorts, a tank top, and some sort of see-through flowy top that made her look like she was wafting in the breeze, not fixed to any one spot. He tried to smile as he approached, but his mouth wouldn’t obey his brain.
“This isn’t a good talk, is it?” she said easily as he sat down next to her. “I’ve seen that look before.”
JD coughed. “Well, um, I . . . I guess not,” he admitted. “It’s just that . . . I know that we haven’t really labeled this”—he motioned to the space between them—“but it feels like we might be, ah, headed in a certain direction . . . and I don’t—I don’t think it’s a good idea. Right now. For me.” God. He’d really mangled that one.
Ty sighed and turned away from him for a minute, squinting. There was that flash of vulnerability again, the part that drew him to her, just a little. “Is this about something else?” she said finally. “Because, it’s just . . . We have a great time together.”
Stay strong. This was what he had to do. “You’re right. We do. We totally do. But things are crazy for me right now. With Drea, and Em, and school . . . it’s just not a good time for me to be getting to know someone new. Someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” ?Ty raised her eyebrows.
“I mean, of course I can see why you’re . . . I mean, you’re beaut—”
She cut him off, laughing, and stood up. “It’s okay, JD. It’s cool. Don’t worry about it. . . . ”
Relief washed over him. If he kept talking he’d just trip over his own tongue. “Thanks. Thank you for getting it.”
He stood there for a minute, feeling a thousand times awkward, then decided to lean in for a hug. As his sternum touched Ty’s, she pulled back with a strangled gasp.
“Ow!”
She reeled backward, and JD saw that her chest was marred by a swollen red mark. A burn. For a second, her eyes flashed practically black with anger.
“Holy shit, are you okay?” What the hell had happened? He leaned in to get a closer look but she sidestepped him, her hand flying up to cover the burn.
“I’m fine, silly,” she said with a flat grin. “We must have shocked each other. I knew we had chemistry.” When she took her hand away, the mark was gone. Nothing. Her skin was back to its usual milky pureness. She gave a final, flirty wave. “I’ll see you soon.”
He stood there stunned, watching her walk away. She’d recovered quickly, but not quickly enough. For a single moment, Ty had totally lost it. Confused, he ran his hands down his sweater. What could have possibly hurt her so badly? His left hand caught over his chest.
And there, in his breast pocket, was the snake charm, the one he’d found in the marsh. It had been there since yesterday.
It didn’t make any sense. That bad feeling—the one JD had been trying so hard to dismiss—came rushing back. But with it came a tremendous feeling of relief: He was glad that he had gotten rid of Ty for good.
? ? ?
Drea’s house was dark when JD pulled up, except for a bluish television glow coming from the living room window. ?The place looked sort of wilted, as though the air had been let out from the inside. Weeds in window boxes seemed suctioned to the glass behind them; the roof was missing some shingles. Newspapers were accumulating in front of the doorway, a garish display of bright plastic against the dirty siding.
Squeezing the Zippo to remind himself why he’d come, JD walked up the steps and knocked tentatively on the front door. No answer. He knocked again, more forcefully the second time. He thought he heard rustling on the other side of the door, but he couldn’t be sure. He debated whether to bang on it a third time. As he did, a loud crash came from inside, followed by a wordless cry.
Shit. JD inhaled deeply. He regretted coming already, but he knew there was no turning back now.