33
The Pool Thing
THE STREET WAS ALREADY LINED WITH CARS when we reached Nate’s that afternoon. Our conversation about Evan had delayed our departure.
‘I love this already,’ Serena declared, shuffling through the crowd in the house to locate the source of the guitar riffs out back.
‘Hey, Emma!’ Ren yelled from the bar across the room.
‘Hey, Ren!’ I waved without stopping, trying to keep up with Serena.
We stepped onto the deck to discover girls in various state of dress surrounding the pool.
‘Wow, some of these girls have no shame,’ Meg surmised, scanning the oiled skin glistening in the sun.
‘I think they have confidence,’ Serena countered. ‘Why be ashamed?’
‘This coming from the girl with flawless alabaster skin,’ Meg teased.
‘Who isn’t afraid to walk through the house naked,’ I reminded Meg.
‘She just does that to piss Peyton off.’ Meg laughed.
‘Emma!’ TJ hollered from the patio on the terrace below with a ridiculous smile on his face. ‘You’re here!’
‘Yes, I am,’ I hollered back, laughing.
‘One of Evan’s friends?’ Sara noted.
I nodded.
‘Finally, a party with decent music,’ Serena admired, bobbing her head to the band set up on the patio. ‘C’mon. Let’s find the guys.’ She grabbed my hand to lead me down the stairs.
‘Do you want a drink?’ Meg asked when we reached the patio.
‘Yes,’ Sara answered for all of us, heading towards the bar.
‘Hey, guys,’ I said to Nate and Brent when we finally reached the front of the line.
‘We were wondering when you were going to show up,’ Nate said, then noticed the girls next to me. ‘Hi, I’m Nate. And this is Brent.’
Brent revealed his flirtatious smile and held out his hand when I returned the introduction.
‘Emma, you look stunning,’ Brent complimented.
‘Thanks,’ I replied, smiling back. The girls eyed me curiously.
‘What can I get you lovely ladies to drink?’ Brent offered, rubbing his hands together.
‘Surprise us,’ Serena requested.
‘Evan’s with James and Jared. They’re around here somewhere,’ Nate informed us after Brent had lined up our drinks on the bar.
‘Thanks!’ Serena replied. She grabbed my arm with one hand while holding a blue-hued drink in her other.
We didn’t have to look too hard. They were the guys every girl seemed to be staring at. It helped that they were also taller than just about everyone around them.
‘Hey,’ I said, approaching Evan.
His breathtaking smile appeared as he said, ‘Hi. Glad you’re here.’
‘Oh, we have to dance to this song,’ Serena exclaimed, taking the drink out of my hand and giving it to Evan before dragging me through the bodies towards the small stage. I glanced back at him in apology. Evan grinned and shrugged. In seconds the rocking crowd had swallowed us up.
Serena picked a spot in front of the band and began jumping to a cover of a popular alt rock song.
Uncertain how tender my cuts and blisters still were, I tentatively started bouncing on the balls of my feet.
‘C’mon, Emma!’
Realizing I could handle it, I pushed off with more force, jumping alongside Serena as she thrust her arms in the air. Sara bounced her way towards us, her red hair flailing around her. Meg, who preferred her feet on the ground, laughed at our exuberance while rocking her hips.
‘I’m not sure we’re going to see them again,’ Jared said, watching Sara as she pogoed, tossing her head from side to side.
‘The band will take a break eventually,’ I assured him.
‘What are they drinking?’ James asked, holding up the blue drink Serena left with him.
‘It’s a girl drink,’ I explained. ‘The guys come up with a special drink for the girls each party. It’s usually super sweet and full of alcohol.’
James took a sip and cringed. ‘Yeah, I’ll stick to beer.’
I laughed.
‘How are things going with Emma?’ Jared asked, not taking his eyes off Sara.
‘It’s complicated,’ I answered, taking a sip of my beer.
‘Usually is with her,’ Jared said, making James chuckle.
‘You’re not surprised?’ I asked James.
‘She’s … different,’ he responded, choosing his words carefully. ‘But I like her. She’s not predictable.’
‘That she’s not.’
‘That’s why Evan likes her,’ Jared commented with a half smile. I let out a short laugh, recognizing the truth in his statement. ‘Well, whatever you’ve been doing, it seems to be working, because she doesn’t look so messed up. She looks pretty good actually.’
‘Uh, nice, Jared,’ I said with a shake of my head. But he was right. I watched as her cheeks glowed pink, laughing at Serena jumping beside her. I couldn’t deny that she was beautiful, even in just jeans and a tank top. But then again, I thought the same thing when she woke up in the morning with her hair sticking up and pillow lines on her face.
‘Hey, Evan,’ TJ bellowed across the pool, drawing my attention away from Emma. ‘Ren could use your help upstairs.’
‘I’ll be right there,’ I yelled back. ‘I’ll see you guys later.’ I looked down at the drink in my hand. ‘Could you give this to Emma?’ I handed it to James, who balanced both drinks on the palm of his hand.
I left them and headed into the house, where the demands of the party kept me busy for a while. More people showed up for this party than for any of the others so far. Somehow, I’d gotten suckered into helping once again, even though I had nothing to do with planning this party. In fact, I wasn’t even staying in the house any more.
Emma came over to say hi, but I wasn’t able to talk to her because it was so busy. I tried to break away several times, but it just didn’t happen. I scanned the room in search of one of the guys, getting more irritated by the minute.
‘Hi.’ A slender blonde greeted me from the other side of the bar.
‘Hi,’ I said, without really looking at her as I continued to keep an eye out for someone to take my place. ‘What can I get you?’
‘I’ll have a beer,’ she requested. As I was reaching into the tub, she continued, ‘You’re Evan, right?’
‘Yeah,’ I confirmed, flipping the top off the bottle and handing it to her.
‘I’m Nika.’ She took the bottle from me. ‘I know you guys from surfing.’
I finally focused on her, and vaguely recognized her dark brown eyes and sun-bleached hair. I was pretty sure she was one of the girls Brent kept trying to get a number from. ‘That’s right. Glad you could make it.’
‘Me too.’ She smiled. ‘Maybe I’ll talk to you later.’
‘Sure,’ I replied, looking past her to the guy in the baseball hat.
‘Nice, Evan,’ Ren nudged, emptying ice into the tub.
‘What are you talking about, and where the hell have you been? I need to be done here.’
‘Come on,’ he said with a chuckle. ‘That girl’s totally into you.’
‘Whatever. Will you cover for me?’
‘I need to get some more ice, and then I’ll be right back,’ he promised.
When I was finally relieved at the bar, I cut through the tightly packed room to the deck. I searched the faces until I located Emma and Meg on the far side of the pool, talking and laughing about something. I made my way down the stairs towards them.
Nika suddenly appeared in front of me when I stepped onto the patio. ‘I was wondering if you were ever going to come out from behind the bar.’
‘Oh, hey, it’s good to see you again,’ I told her, glancing around for Emma in the dense crowd around the pool.
‘Are you staying at this house with the rest of the guys?’ she enquired, apparently determined to have a conversation.
‘I’m staying at a place about five minutes from here.’
‘Is it just as nice?’
‘Um, it’s a great place, right on the beach,’ I explained, trying to give her enough eye contact so that I wasn’t insulting her, while subtly tracing along the pool’s edge for a purple top and short brown hair.
‘I’d love to see it,’ Nika stated.
She was a very attractive girl, and if I were Brent, I’d be thrilled she was giving me the time of day – but I wasn’t Brent, and she was the wrong girl.
‘Maybe we’ll have a party sometime,’ I told her. ‘Do you know Emma Thomas … from surfing?’
‘Uh, yeah. I actually just brought her here a few days ago, after we found her on the beach.’
‘Well, I’m glad you were there to help her out.’
‘She’s dating Cole, right?’
‘No. She’s not,’ I replied. My jaw twitched slightly just thinking about them together. ‘She’s staying at the same house I am. Does she have your number?’
‘I think she does,’ she responded, with an undertone of disappointment. ‘Are you –’
‘Evan!’ Serena beckoned from behind Nika. Serena’s eyes flickered between the two of us, silently assessing. ‘We were looking for you.’
‘Sorry, I’ve been stuck upstairs,’ I told her.
‘Hi, I’m Serena,’ she said to Nika, sliding in beside me and wrapping her arms around mine. Not waiting for Nika to be introduced, she continued, ‘I’m going to steal Evan now.’
Before she could drag me away, I heard a quick yelp, followed by a splash in the pool.
‘Oh no,’ Serena groaned, pulling me after her.
‘I can’t believe I didn’t see that coming,’ I gasped as Meg popped up next to me.
‘I think you were a little distracted,’ Meg teased. ‘And now I’m one up on you.’
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ I defended, my face flaming up at being caught watching Evan talk to Nika.
A spray of water interrupted us when someone else jumped into the pool. TJ surfaced, wearing his charismatic smile.
‘Want some company?’ he asked, swimming across to us.
And just like that, bodies began crashing into the water with hollers and cries of resistance. Guys wrestled each other into the pool, landing on screaming girls. I ducked under the surface, trying to reach the ladder and remove myself from the chaos.
I reached for the rung of the ladder just as someone grabbed my ankle and pulled me back under. I kicked to the surface, and when I spun around to see who’d done it, I noticed Brent swimming away. I turned back towards the ladder and came face to face with Evan. He seemed just as startled as I was.
‘Hi.’ He smiled, causing my heart to stutter as the water dripped from his dishevelled brown hair down his chiselled face.
‘Hi,’ I said, with a blushing grin.
‘I heard you did this,’ he said, nodding towards the havoc in the pool.
‘This one was Meg!’ I defended myself. I was nudged towards Evan by two guys who were struggling to dunk each other. He slid back to the corner to avoid them. I floated after him.
‘Meg doesn’t seem the type to start trouble.’ He moved over to allow room for me along the wall.
‘Oh, and I am?’ I said, trying to sound offended.
Evan smirked. ‘Yeah, you have a reputation. And this isn’t the first time I’ve ended up in the pool with my clothes on because of you.’
‘True,’ I replied, a flush rising to my cheeks. I couldn’t look away from his steel-blue eyes as he drifted closer. He lingered in front of me, scanning my face like he was looking for an answer … or permission. My pulse raced when he set his hand on my hip. I gripped the side of the pool to keep afloat. I couldn’t breathe as he moved closer – and then he was gone. I whipped around in search of him.
‘Hey, Emma.’ Brent smiled from where Evan used to be. And then he was dragged under himself. This was my cue to get out of the pool, needing some distance after yet another moment with Evan.
‘How did you not get thrown in?’ I asked Serena and Sara, who sat in chairs around a table, observing the bedlam.
Sara’s eyes glinted. ‘They know better.’
‘But you look ridiculous,’ Serena laughed, pointing to the jeans that hung from my hips, the weight of the water stretching them over my shoes. I attempted to pull them up, but it was useless.
‘Time to go?’ Meg confirmed from behind me.
‘I think you’ve made your contribution to the party,’ Serena stated, handing her keys to Meg. ‘But I’m going to stay a while longer.’
‘Me too,’ Sara added.
‘Well … have fun,’ I said. Meg and I left the girls and walked along the edge of the house.
‘Are you leaving?’ Evan called after us, running to catch up.
I indicated my uncooperative jeans with a slight tug and said, ‘I can’t stay like this. We’re heading back to the house. We’ll see you there.’
‘I’ll come back with you. Actually, I’ll meet you out front. I’m going to give my key to Sara so she and Serena can get back later with the guys.’
‘Okay,’ Emma replied, continuing towards the front of the house.
I found Sara and Serena seated by the posts of the deck, laughing at the spectacle.
‘Sara, use my truck whenever you want to drive back,’ I told her, handing her the key.
‘How are you getting there?’ she questioned curiously.
‘I’m leaving now with Meg and Emma.’
Serena grinned. I could only imagine what she was thinking.
‘Okay. I guess we’ll see you in a bit,’ Sara replied. I took off to find Meg and Emma, but stopped short when I reached the sidewalk. The girls were removing their jeans and placing them in a black trash bag.
‘Hey, Evan.’ Meg noticed me. ‘No wet shorts in the car – it’s our rule.’
‘Huh?’ I responded, having a hard time taking my eyes off Emma’s exposed legs. I blinked and focused on Meg’s face.
‘You need to take off your jeans if you’re getting in the car,’ she explained.
I raised my eyebrows.
‘Or you don’t have to drive back with us,’ Emma stated. She had to know exactly what seeing her standing in just a tank top and her underwear was doing to me. This ride might kill me.
‘No, it’s … okay,’ I conceded reluctantly. I took a quick breath and peeled off my jeans, dropping them in the bag Meg held open, and placing my shoes in the trunk among the cleats and soccer balls. With my eyes on Emma, I said, ‘You know what, you might as well as have this wet shirt too.’
Emma stared at me with her mouth open. Meg looked between us, shaking her head. ‘Whatever.’
‘You’re evil,’ Emma grumbled.
‘Hey, you broke the truce,’ I grinned, stripping my shirt off. I laughed when Emma turned her back to me, concealing her flushed cheeks.
‘You can drive,’ Meg said, handing me the key before throwing the trash bag in the trunk.
Emma sat on the passenger side, waiting. I caught a glimpse of her lean, muscular legs leading up to the black fabric of her underwear. Meg climbed into the back while I held the seat forward. I was oblivious to her revealed skin as she scooted by me, too distracted by the half-naked body in the front seat.
‘Why are you driving?’ Emma demanded in a panic when I got in the car.
I shrugged. ‘Meg asked me to.’
‘Meg!’ Emma groaned.
‘What did I do?’ Meg asked, completely confused. ‘What is wrong with you guys? It’s not like you’re naked. Stop acting weird and just drive, Evan.’
Emma turned her attention away from me.
The radio blared when I started the car. Emma whipped around and shouted at the same time as Meg, ‘David Bowie!’ but then Emma finished with, ‘ “Young Americans”.’
‘You suck,’ Meg shot back. ‘I couldn’t get the song out fast enough.’
I had no idea what just happened. All I knew was that Emma’s thigh was suddenly inches from my hand on the stick shift – and I couldn’t breathe. I forced my eyes to remain on the road. Any diversion in my current attire would not be good. ‘What was that about?’
‘It’s what we do when the car starts or someone changes the station; we see who can name the artist and song the fastest,’ Meg explained. ‘It’s just something between Emma and me.’
‘Like the pool thing?’
‘Exactly.’ Emma laughed. ‘Like the pool thing.’
Her laugh made me glance over at her – bad idea. All I could see was skin. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, fighting for control. What the hell was I going to do when I saw her in a bathing suit?
When we pulled into the driveway, I released the air in my lungs. I let Meg and Emma go in ahead of me, offering to get the bag of clothes from the trunk to give myself time to recover. The girls were in the living room by the time I’d changed into dry clothes.
‘Evan, do you want to watch a movie when everyone gets back?’ Meg asked.
‘Sure,’ I responded. ‘Are you guys hungry?’
‘What are you cooking?’ Emma asked excitedly.
‘Nothing,’ I answered with a chuckle. ‘Thought we’d order pizza. Or maybe you could cook.’
‘Pizza!’ Meg declared. ‘Emma will burn the house down.’
‘Hey!’ Emma shot back. ‘I’ve mastered grilled cheese.’
‘That’s a feat,’ I teased. Emma picked up a pillow and threw it at me. I easily caught it, laughing.
My mind wandered to the pillow fight Emma and I’d had years ago. I was tempted to retaliate to make it happen again.
‘So, Evan, I heard you’re a Stanford boy now,’ Meg said, redirecting my attention.
Evan turned towards Meg, taking his taunting grin with him. I had a feeling I knew what he was thinking about, clutching that pillow in his hand. ‘Yeah, I guess I am.’
Everyone else arrived right after the pizza did. And thankfully we’d ordered a lot. Jared and James practically ate an entire pizza each.
I sat on the plush rug in front of the couch after we’d finished eating, while Evan stood in front of the TV, flipping through the movie titles on the screen.
‘Come on, Meg,’ Serena called to her, plopping down on James’s lap on the love seat, hanging her long legs over the other side of the arm.
Sara giggled at something Jared whispered in her ear – which was exactly why I’d chosen the floor. Meg plopped down next to them with a huge bowl of popcorn as Evan selected the movie.
‘You can sit on the chair,’ he encouraged when he turned to find me on the rug.
‘I’m comfortable,’ I assured him, clutching a pillow to my chest. Evan hesitated, then sat down in the chair himself and clicked off the light.
The images from the television filled the room with moving light. There was another low giggle behind me, and I scooted closer to Evan’s chair, leaning against the space next to his legs.
As the movie progressed, exhaustion settled in. I dozed off with my face leaning against Evan’s leg.
When I woke, the room was dark, and I was lying on the bed. I felt Evan’s breath on my neck, and with my lips turned up ever so faintly, I settled back to sleep within his embrace.