“Hurry!” I whispered frantically. Clay's eyes had gone as big as saucers. “What is it?” I asked him hurriedly. What was the hold up here? “I'm deathly afraid of heights.” He whispered back to me. I closed my eyes and tried not to groan in frustration. He was just telling me this now?
I walked back over to my desk and dropped into my chair. Clay looked at me as if I had gone certifiably insane. “What are you doing? I have to get out of here! Your dad is going to kill me!” He was close to freaking out. I raised my hands in defeat. “If you can't go out the window, there's no way I can sneak you past them to the front door. So we might as well look like we're doing something innocent up here and I'll take whatever they dish out.” I pulled my Spanish book back out and flipped open to the page I had for homework.
Catching a glimpse of my flushed face and too bright eyes in the full length mirror over my shoulder there would be no doubt as to what we had been doing. But what else could I do?
Clay sat down heavily on the floor. “You're dad already hates me. Let's just give him another reason.” He sounded so resigned and sad that I wanted to smack my father for making him feel that way. I gave him a reassuring smile. “He doesn't hate you.” I lied. Clay arched his eyebrow, letting me know he called bullshit. “Well, he might dislike you a bit. Hate is a strong word.” I conceded. I wish I could say something else to make him feel better.
At that moment I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. “Maggie May? You up here?” I sighed in relief. At least it was my mom and not dad. “In here.” I called back, throwing a look at Clay that told him to play it cool. He discretely pulled a pillow over his lap and put his American History book on top of it. I had to hide my smile at how pleased I was that I had affected him like that.
“We've got Chinese food, if you want some...” My mom trailed off as she looked in my room and caught sight of Clay on the floor. He looked up and gave her a sheepish smile and a small wave. “Hey, Mrs. Young.”
“Hi there, Clayton.” Her tone was icy and she shot me a look that would kill a lesser person. She had been cool with Clay so far. But I knew from the expression on her face, that her fuzzy feelings where my boyfriend was concerned, were at an end. “I believe the two of you know the rules about being alone in here when we're not at home.” She said, making it clear that a serious grounding was in my future.
There was a moment of silence that screamed BUSTED! “Sorry mom. I know. I had to use my computer for my Spanish assignment. We have only been up here for a few minutes. No harm, no foul.” I said lackadaisically. It kind of bothered me at how easily I lied to my parents now. I had never been dishonest with them about anything. The guilt lying low in my gut threatened to burn a hole straight through me.
But I looked my mother right in the eye and internally willed her to believe me. Clay was quiet on the floor, only piping up with an apology after I had finished my explanation.
My mom seemed torn. I could tell she wanted to believe what I had told her, but needed to stick with her rules. “Well. I'm not happy about this. Clayton, I don’t want you over here without either her father or I present. Is that clear?” She told him. I could see Clay swallow and he nodded. “Yes, ma'am.”
I wished the floor would just open up and swallow me. But my mom wasn't done yet. “I'm not sure what the rules are at your house. But in this one, we do not condone two young people, particularly when they are dating, being alone together in a bedroom. I remember what it was like to be your age. With the hormones flying and not always knowing when to put the brakes on things.” Oh dear Lord! “Mom!” I yelped in mortification.
My mom turned her harsh gaze on me. “And you, young lady, will have consequences for blatantly disregarding our rules. Whatever your reason for doing so.” She looked between Clay and I. “Your father and I will be in the kitchen eating. I suggest you get Clayton out of here before your father sees him.” I sagged in my chair with relief. My mom was bad enough, but I sure didn't want to be tag teamed by both she and dad.
“And then you come straight down to the kitchen.” The guilt flared up again as I heard the angry disappointment in her voice. With a final pointed look at Clay, she went back down stairs. Clay got to his feet and put his books back in his bag. “That could have been a lot worse.” I laughed, trying to lighten the mood.
Clay looked up at me through his hair. “Well, that was bad enough.” He said gloomily. I hated when he got that tone. It tore at my heart. I went over to him and wrapped my arms around him, rubbing my nose with his. “Don't worry about them. They disapprove of everything.” I murmured, trying to make this better for him.
Clay hugged me back, kissing me lightly on the lips. “No, your mom hates me now. I get it. I keep screwing things up where they're concerned.” He pulled back and slung his book bag over his shoulder. I touched his arm. “Don't leave so upset, Clay. Come on. We were having a good time. Don't let them ruin it.” I sounded a little desperate. But I hated these dark moods of his. They worried me.
Hearing the concern in my voice, he gave me a smile. A small one, but a smile nonetheless. “I just want to do everything right by you, Mags. I want to be the perfect boyfriend. I want your parents to like me and not blow a gasket when we spend time together.” I wanted to cry at the despair in his words. “I don't want perfect, Clay. I want you.” Clay rested his forehead against mine, kissing me slowly. “I love you so much. I just want to be everything you deserve.”
My stomach flopped over at his words. “You are everything. To me you're the world.” I whispered against his mouth. At that moment, I knew it was the truth. I'd follow Clayton Reed to the edge of the Earth if he asked me to. We stood that way for a moment, absorbing the comfort that only we could give each other.