North took a look over at Gabriel and me and then his lips twisted oddly. “How is it I show up and you’re all always doing something weird?”
“Luke,” Gabriel called out. He sat up, keeping the sheet against his waist and reaching for the robe. “Go shave your legs. You’ve got to try this. Sang, turn around again.” I did, focusing on North and Luke. The guys kept looking over my shoulder over at where Gabriel was.
“You shaved?” North asked.
“Sang did it to me.”
He rolled his eyes.
“I want Sang to shave my legs,” Luke said.
“No,” North said. “No more weird shit right now.” He put the tray of food on the piano. “Can we just sit and eat a minute? I’ve got a headache.”
I felt we might be pushing it a little, so I kept the robe tight around my body and nodded. “Yeah, let’s eat.”
North had us eat on the bed with the trays he brought up. “I don’t want you three in your robes out where a maid can just walk by. Not without Victor here. Not that he’d be able to explain you three.”
“I thought the maid was okay,” I said.
“She’s safe, but she’s still going to report anything weird to Mr. and Mrs. Morgan,” North said. “It’s their house.” He took his shoes off and sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed. He motioned to me to sit next to him.
I crawled onto the bed in front of him. Luke and Gabriel sat nearby, sharing their tray between them.
I picked at the food on North’s tray, splitting with him. It was quiet for a moment as people started on their food, but then North spoke. “Luke says Erica’s on to us?” he asked.
I blew out an exasperated sigh. “I think Kota was going to go back and tell her.”
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea,” North said. “I don’t think we’ll tell Uncle.”
“He’d tell the Academy,” Luke said. “But they’ll know eventually, anyway.”
I gulped, swallowing a bit of fries down. I took the bottle of water on the tray and took a drink to clear my throat. “Not until we’re okay with it, right?”
“If they find out before we’re ready,” North said, “before Nathan and Kota or even Silas are on board...”
“Silas isn’t?” I asked.
“Sometimes he is,” North said. “Sometimes he’s not. I think he’s thinking about Kota and Nathan. If they won’t, then he won’t.”
The information deflated me. I knew Kota struggled. I struggled with it and continued to do so, but Mr. Blackbourne and the others seemed so confident. It’s not like we were forcing ourselves to do it, but I wasn’t going to be okay with it unless they were absolutely sure they wanted this. “I don’t want to make them.”
“No one is making anyone,” North said. He wiped his fingertips on a napkin and then poked me in the nose once shortly. “Listen, Baby, don’t start doubting it now. The others will come around. It just takes a bit to get used to the idea.” He pressed a palm to his chest. “I wasn’t ready at first, but...I was the one who spoke with Lily’s team first. I saw their house, their life. When I thought about it after, I stopped thinking of we shouldn’t and just kept considering the options.”
“Does that make it easier?” I asked.
“It changed my mind.”
“Sang,” Luke said, getting my attention. He pulled a half-bitten fry away from his mouth. “We’re not forcing anyone. You heard Kota and Nathan. They’re trying to figure out how tell Erica about it. They’re more on board than you think they are, maybe more than they realize themselves.”
I quieted and ate at my food along with the others. I didn’t have much to offer them. Uncle, Pam, Charlie, Erica...any other family out there, or friends they had. Who would find out and who wouldn’t? It felt like we were facing these decisions way too soon, way before we were ready.
But I wasn’t sure if we’d ever be ready.
The Plot that Thickens
Nathan
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That evening, Nathan sat on the couch with his arms crossed. There was a movie playing, but he wasn’t really watching. He’d seen Night of the Living Dead so many times. But also, he couldn’t stop thinking about when the current situation could be resolved and Sang could possibly come back.
Movies just weren’t the same without her.
Silas was sitting in the master bedroom alone. The girls were anticipated to arrive at any moment. The door was locked on his side. He’d be here just in case.
When the doorbell rang, Nathan muted the movie and got up to answer it.
Danielle and Marie stood at the door. Danielle was in the same tight clothing as earlier. Marie was more casual, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her expression was tight, like she didn’t really want to be here.
Nathan wondered if Danielle was making her be here.
Danielle carried a backpack, and she slid it off her shoulder. “Let us in,” she said.
A bit rude. Nathan considered his options. There was the strong chance that Erica or Jessica would see this the longer he left them out there. Then what would they think of him in either case, letting them in at night or turning them away? Better to get them out of the front door.
He stepped aside. Danielle led the way. Marie was more cautious, just stepping inside and waiting until Nathan closed the door before she followed him into the kitchen. She didn’t bring anything with her and kept her arms folded tightly at her stomach. She glanced around, noting the interior and surroundings, but avoided making eye contact.
After all the help he and the others had given Marie, did she not like him? Was she that uncomfortable around him?
And then he wondered if it was all the years of being told strange things from her mother. He sometimes forgot Sang and Marie grew up in the same house. Even if Marie didn’t seem to get the same punishments, she still got the same lectures and was very restricted.
Danielle made her way to the kitchen area, and the first thing she did was glance toward Nathan’s dad’s bedroom and start walking toward it.
“Where are you going?” Nathan asked.
She tried the door handle and found it locked and looked back at him. “We can’t both sleep on the couch.”
“Don’t go in there,” he said. “My dad always knows when I’m in there now and we need to stay out.”
That changed the determined look on her face. “I guess you’ve got an air mattress somewhere?”
At least now she won’t dare try to sneak in. Silas would be safe in there tonight. “You can take my bed,” he said. “It’s big enough to fit two. I’ll take the couch.” He moved further into the kitchen. “Did you all eat dinner?”
“Order a pizza,” Danielle said.
“I’ve probably got a frozen one.”
“I like delivered ones better.”
Nathan turned his head so he could roll his eyes. He’d forgotten how bossy she could be. But instead of arguing the point, he picked up his cell phone and used an app to look at pizza options. He went to the kitchen island so he could put the phone on it and lean against it. While he scrolled through, he spoke. “What’s this all about? Why couldn’t you do this at your house, Danielle?”
Danielle crossed the kitchen, heading toward the hallway where Nathan’s bedroom was. “Let me put this down. Marie, you tell him.”
Marie’s lips twisted and her face turned red. She’d barely moved since she came in the door, with her arms still crossed. Instead of saying anything, she waited and stared where Danielle had disappeared.
Was she afraid of Nathan? She spoke to him before. Plenty of times.
When Danielle returned, she went over to Nathan and peered over his shoulder. “Get something with chicken and olives,” she said.
“Just tell me what’s going on,” Nathan said as he ordered.
“Marie wants out,” Danielle said.
“Of the house?”
“Out of school,” she said. “Like you did with Sang.”
Like Sang? Did they think she unenrolled? School restarted last week, and Sang was out on Doc’s orders. But she was going back, just not to class. She was pulled from class and she’d have a different set up, like the rest of them. They didn’t have normal classes any more either.