Lacey scooped up a clump of dirt and tossed it at the lake.
“Forget the past. Let’s talk future. You ready to hear the plan?”
“What plan?”
“You’ve gotten so slow, Dex. We’ll have to work on that. What were we doing back in June when we got so rudely interrupted? What was number one on our agenda?”
I shook my head.
“Revenge, Dex. Knock the bitch off her throne, pay her back for fucking with us. Who do you think tipped the Bastard off to my stash? Why do you think they sent me away in the first place?”
“I don’t think Nikki did that. Would do that.”
“You’re fucking kidding me, right? It’s exactly what she did to you. Now she pays.”
“Can we just let it go, Lacey? Start fresh. Forget the past, like you said.”
“You, queen of the grudge, want to forget the past?”
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“Yes. I do.”
“No, you don’t. Yes, I do. No you don’t yes I do no you don’t yes I do—” She stuck out her tongue. “We’re not six, we don’t need to play that game. And besides, you know I always win.”
I remembered a particularly vicious episode of late-night Twister with vodka for stakes and lubrication. The more I drank, the more I lost, the more I lost, the more I drank. I remembered Lacey shoving the drinks into my hand, cheering me on.
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I said.
“You can’t let her scare you.”
“She doesn’t scare me. She . . .” To explain Nikki would be to explain what had come before. The long days after the party. The party itself, after Lacey left me alone. She would want details. She would want to peel back the surface, because Lacey only believed in what lay beneath. “She apologized. I accepted. It’s over.”
Lacey burst into laughter. “Fuck that. She apologized? I bet she promised never to screw with you again, cross her heart and hope to die?”
“Pretty much.”
“You know who else made a lot of promises like that? Hitler.”
“Come on, Lacey. Really?”
“I’m serious, Dex. It’s historical fact, look it up. Appeasement. They were too chicken to do anything but kiss his ass. You know what happened then?”
“I’m on the edge of my seat.”
“He invaded fucking Poland.”
“Invoking Hitler isn’t exactly the sign of a strong argument, Lacey. And I don’t think Nikki Drummond is angling for Poland.”
“You can’t negotiate with evil.”
It had been nice, that summer, not having so many enemies.
Lacey threaded her fingers through mine.
“You know why guys like to hold hands like that,” she’d told me once. “Because it’s sexual.” She drew out the word, like she always did, because she liked to watch me squirm. “Your fingers are basically having intercourse.”
“Say it, Dex,” she said now, squeezing. “You and me against the world. Everything like before.”
“Sure.”
We drove home without music. Lacey propped her bare foot on the seat and hung an arm out the window, steering with the fingertips of one hand.
“Pick you up tomorrow morning?” she said when the car stopped in front of my house. “We could drive to the ocean again, see some real water.”
“I’ve got school tomorrow.”
“Yeah, and?”
“And I can’t cut.”
“Because?”
“Because I can’t. I’ve got a math test. And this . . . other thing.”
“What other thing?”
“I’m going to the mall after school, okay?”
“Whatever, let the mother-daughter fro-yo wait a day.”
“It’s not my mother—” I was almost tempted to say the name, see what she would do. “I said I’d go with some people, and I want to, okay? So I’m going.”
There was a noise in the darkness, the sound of someone choking on her own spit. “Funny ha-ha.”
“No. Seriously.”
“Oh.”
I wanted to touch her face, then lay my fingers against her lips and feel what shape they took in surprise.
“Are you coming back to school?” I asked, opening the door.
“Nothing better to do. They gave me a week or two to catch up.” The words came slow. “Whatever. I can go to the beach myself. Maybe I’ll send you a postcard.”
“Fingers crossed.”
She pulled the car away from the curb, then stopped and stuck her head out the window. It was still strange, that pale moon of a face without its curtain of black hair. “Hey, Dex, I almost forgot—”
“Yeah?” I was prepared. She would ask me for something, something I couldn’t deliver and couldn’t refuse. Or she would find the magic words that would bind us together again, some spell to fix what was broken. I would have waited there in the dark forever, except for the part of me that wanted to run.
“Tell your dad I say hello.” Then she drove away.