Someone To Love. Melissa de La Cruz

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      “I don’t think it’s going to be that kind of party...”

      I really do love Sam as a friend, but hanging out with all three of us means that there’s a totally different dynamic. I can be open with him about my feelings for the most part, but I don’t want him to think I’m shallow for wanting to hang with Zach’s crowd.

      Antonia finally settles on a yellow dress, which she begins to pull on over her lean, muscular shoulders. “Of course it is. Why wouldn’t it be?”

      “I thought it might be classy. Since it’s on a yacht?”

      “Why are you being weird? Do you not want him to go or something?” Antonia asks.

      Before I can answer, she slaps herself on the forehead. “Oh. I get it. Duh. You want to hook up with someone, and you don’t want Sam around being all big-brotherly.”

      “Shut up,” I say, feeling my cheeks flush. “I just want to hang out with you!”

      Antonia smirks to show me she knows I’m bluffing.

      She’s right. Sort of. Sam and I have been close enough at times during our friendship to be mistaken for siblings, but that feeling has been shifting this last year. It’s like we’re almost becoming more mysterious to each other as each of us gets older. I don’t know what I feel about Sam.

      She throws a tiny piece of black fabric at me. “Try that on.” The dress looks way too small, but I’m not about to argue with her. Handing the mostly full plate of beans and rice to Antonia, I get up and walk toward her bathroom. I can’t change in front of other people. Not even her.

      “You’re so modest!” Antonia complains. “It’s just me!”

      “What should I tell Sam?” I ask.

      “You could be honest,” Antonia says, shoveling the food into her mouth with my fork. “Or you could just tell him that you want to hang out with me. Tell him you didn’t know I’d be back. That’s not lying.”

      I pull on the strapless dress. It barely covers the necessary parts. I keep fidgeting with the top, pulling it up to make sure my chest won’t pop out from just breathing. The dress squeezes my ribs like a corset, punishing me for not being small enough.

      “I don’t know...” I say, not knowing whether I’m talking about the dress or how I’m going to back out of my plans with Sam. Even though Jackson didn’t invite him to the party, I could invite Sam anyway. Except I definitely don’t want Sam anywhere near when I’m trying to talk to Zach. I can’t entertain him when I’m looking for LeFeber either. I need to step out on my own. And I really do want some girls-only time with Antonia too.

      “Come on out,” Antonia says, pushing the bathroom door open. She lets out a deep whistle. “When did my lil homie become a grown ass woman? Jackson is gonna be so into this.”

      I blush. It’s hard for me to see why Antonia thinks I’m so beautiful, especially compared to her, but I’m flattered anyway. She does have pretty good taste, after all.

      “I’m not going for him,” I try to explain. “Not exactly.”

      Antonia squeezes by and starts rummaging through her bathroom drawers for makeup. “No? Then who...? It’s Zach, isn’t it?”

      Am I really that obvious?

      “It’s more than that,” I say, only partially bluffing.

      “Right,” she says, raising an eyebrow while twisting open her mascara. “Like I don’t know you’ve been in love with him for the past two years?”

      “Actually, I’ll have you know that an artist I really admire is supposed to be there.”

      “Going for the older men now?” Antonia asks.

      I laugh. “Yeah, right. I guess one of the producers of Zach’s show invited him. He’s supposed to be in town doing a gallery show. I really want to meet him.”

      My phone buzzes again. And again.

      “You better answer him,” Antonia says. “He’ll start thinking something’s wrong.”

      “Do you think Sam knows?” I ask. “About Zach?”

      My skin flushes with warmth thinking about the possibility of his fingers intertwined with mine. I lean on the counter, waiting for her to tell me what I don’t want to hear. One thing about Antonia is that you can always count on her to give it to you straight.

      “Honestly...” Antonia stares at herself close-up in the mirror as she applies mascara to her eyelashes. “I don’t think he wants to see it. But I think he also knows more than he lets on too.”

      “Meaning...?” I ask, pulling up the texts on my phone.

      “How long have you and Sam known each other?” Antonia asks.

      I try to count the years in my head. They all blend together.

      “During elementary school. I don’t remember which grade.”

      “And you don’t think that this whole time, he hasn’t had at least one thought about you guys getting together?”

      I look at his texts, remembering how we used to be inseparable. How we used to walk around at the marina and pretend that someday we’d sail away on our own boat and travel the world.

      It’s different now. We’re older. We’re still friends, of course, but not best friends. Not friends who can tell each other everything.

      It would be so weird to talk to him about liking another guy.

      Hoping Sam will understand, I start to type out an apology.

      SAM: Pick u up?

      LIV: Antonia’s back. She says hi :-)

      “What did he say?” Antonia asks.

      “He hasn’t answered yet. He’s probably trying to make me sweat.”

      “Just put the blame on me. He knows I don’t take no for an answer. He can handle us having a little girl time without him anyway. He’s a big boy. He’s got his own life.”

      SAM: Does she wanna come?

      LIV: Don’t hate me...

      SAM: But?

      LIV: She wants me to go to a party. Girls only. You know how she is :-)

      I can’t bring myself to tell him the specifics—or that he’s technically not invited and that I don’t want him to crash the party either. When Sam doesn’t answer, my stomach sinks. How do I always somehow feel like I’m disappointing him?

      “Life’s so different in the Dominican Republic,” Antonia says, talking about where she spent all summer. “Besides, like, having family around all the time, there’s practically a party every single night. Everyone’s СКАЧАТЬ