The Carrie Diaries and Summer in the City. Candace Bushnell

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      Why does he keep popping up unexpectedly? I’m not prepared for this.

      I get back on the board. I don’t dare look at him, but I can feel him watching. My second attempt is a little better, and when I get out of the water, Lali and Sebastian have started talking. Lali looks up at me and raises her fist.“Go, Bradley!”

      “Thanks.” I wave. Sebastian catches my eye and winks.

      My third dive is actually pretty good, but Lali and Sebastian are too engaged in their animated conversation to notice.

      “Hey,” I say, squeezing water out of my hair as I stride over.

      “Oh, hi,” Lali says, as if she’s seeing me for the first time that day. Now that Sebastian is here, I figure she must be feeling pretty cheesy about what she said.

      “Did it hurt?” Sebastian asks as I sit down next to him. He pats the top of my head and says sweetly, “Your noggin. It looked like it took some damage there.”

      I glance at Lali, whose eyes are the size of eggs. “Nah.” I shrug. “Happens all the time. It’s nothing.”

      “We were just talking about the night we painted the barn,” Lali says.

      “That was hysterical,” I say, in an attempt to behave as if all of this is normal, as if I’m not even surprised to find Sebastian waiting for me.

      “You want a ride home?” he asks.

      “Sure.” He follows me to the locker room door, and for some reason, I’m relieved. I suddenly realize I don’t want to leave him alone with Lali.

      I want him all to myself. He’s too new to share.

      And then I feel like a crap heel. Lali is my best friend.

      

      I slip out to the parking lot through the gym instead of the pool, my hair still wet, my jeans clinging uncomfortably to my thighs. I’m halfway across the asphalt when a beige Toyota pulls up beside me and stops. The window rolls down and Jen S sticks her head out. “Hey, Carrie,” she says, all casual. “Where are you going?”

      “Nowhere.”

      Jen P leans across her. “Want to go to the Hamburger Shack?”

      I give them a deliberately skeptical look. They’ve never asked me to go to the Hamburger Shack before—hell, they’ve never asked me to go anywhere. Do they really think I’m that dumb?

      “Can’t,” I say vaguely.

      “Why not?”

      “I have to go home.”

      “You have time for a hamburger,” Jen S says. It might be my imagination, but I detect a slight threat in her tone.

      Sebastian honks his horn.

      I jump. Jen S and Jen P exchange another look. “Get in,” Jen P urges.

      “Really, guys. Thanks. Some other time.”

      Jen S glares at me. And this time there is no mistaking the hostility in her voice. “Suit yourself,” she says as she rolls up the window. And then they just sit there, watching as I walk up to Sebastian’s car and get in.

      “Hi,” he says, leaning over to kiss me.

      I pull away. “Better not. We’re being watched.” I point out the beige Toyota. “The two Jens.”

      “Who cares?” he says, and kisses me again. I go along with it but break away after a few seconds. “The Jens,” I say pointedly. “They’re best friends with Donna LaDonna.”

      “And?”

      “Well, obviously they’re going to tell her. About you and me,” I say cautiously, not wanting to be presumptuous.

      He frowns, turns the key in the ignition, and slams the stick into second gear. The car leaps forward with a screech. I peek out the back window. The Toyota has pulled right up behind. I slump down in the seat. “I can’t believe this,” I mutter. “They’re following us.”

      “Oh, for Christ’s sake,” he says, looking into the rearview mirror. “Maybe it’s time someone taught them a lesson.”

      The engine roars like a wild animal as he puts the car into fourth gear. We take a sharp turn onto the highway and hit seventy-five. I turn around to check the progress of the Toyota. “I think we’re losing them.”

      “Why would they do this? What is wrong with these girls?”

      “Boredom. They don’t have anything better to do.”

      “Well, they’d better find someone else to tail.”

      “Or what? You’re going to beat them up?” I giggle.

      “Something like that.” He rubs my leg and smiles. We take a sharp turn off the highway and onto Main Street. As we approach my house, he slows down.

      “Not here.” I panic. “They’ll see your car in the driveway.”

      “Where then?”

      I consider for a moment. “The library.”

      No one will think to look for us there, except maybe The Mouse, who knows that the Castlebury Public Library is my favorite secret place. It’s housed in a white brick mansion, built in the early 1900s, when Castlebury was a booming mill town and had millionaires who wanted to show off their wealth by building grand mansions on the Connecticut River. But hardly anyone has the money to keep them up now, so they’ve all been turned into public properties or nursing homes.

      Sebastian whips into the driveway and parks behind the building. I hop out and peek around the side. The beige Toyota is slowly making its way down Main Street, past the library. Inside the car, the two Jens are swiveling their heads around like swizzle sticks, trying to find us.

      I bend over, laughing. Every time I try to straighten up, I look at Sebastian and burst out into hysterics. I stumble around the parking lot and fall to the ground, holding my stomach.

      “Carrie?” he says. “Is it really that funny?”

      “Yes,” I cry. And I collapse into another wave of laughter while Sebastian looks at me, gives up, and lights a cigarette.

      “Here,” he says, handing it to me.

      I get up, holding on to him for support. “It is funny, isn’t it?”

      “It’s hilarious.”

      “How come you’re not laughing?”

      “I am. But I like watching you laugh more.”

      “Really?”

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