Another Day. David Levithan

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СКАЧАТЬ I’m walking to his locker, I wonder which Justin I’ll find there. It probably won’t be Sweet Justin, because it’s rare for Sweet Justin to show up at school. And hopefully it won’t be Angry Justin, because I haven’t done anything that wrong, I don’t think. I’m hoping for Chill Justin, because I like Chill Justin. When he’s around, we can all calm down.

      I stand there as he takes his books out of his locker. I look at the back of his neck because I am in love with the back of his neck. There is something so physical about it, something that makes me want to lean over and kiss it.

      Finally he looks at me. I can’t read his expression, not right away. It’s like he’s trying to figure me out at the same time I’m trying to figure him out. I think maybe this is a good sign, because maybe it means he’s worried about me. Or it’s a bad sign, because he doesn’t understand why I’m here.

      “Hey,” he says.

      “Hey,” I say back.

      There’s something really intense about the way he’s looking at me. I’m sure he’s finding something wrong. There’s always something wrong for him to find.

      But he doesn’t say anything. Which is weird. Then, even weirder, he asks me, “Are you okay?”

      I must look really pathetic if he’s asking me that.

      “Sure,” I tell him. Because I don’t know what the answer is supposed to be. I am not okay – that’s actually the answer. But it’s not the right answer to say to him. I know that much.

      If this is some kind of trap, I don’t appreciate it. If this is payback for what I said last night, I want it over with.

      “Are you mad at me?” I ask, not sure I want to know the answer.

      And he goes, “No. I’m not mad at you at all.”

      Liar.

      When we have problems, I’m usually the one who sees them. I do the worrying for both of us. I just can’t tell him about it too often, because then it’s almost like I’m bragging that I understand what’s going on while he doesn’t.

      Uncertainty. Do I ask about last night? Or do I pretend it never happened – that it never happens?

      “Do you still want to get lunch today?” I ask. It’s only after I ask that I realize I’m trying to make plans again.

      Maybe I am a needy girl after all.

      “Absolutely,” Justin says. “Lunch would be great.”

      Bullshit. He’s playing with me. He has to be.

      “No big deal,” he adds.

      I look at him, and it seems genuine. Maybe I’m wrong to assume the worst. And maybe I’ve managed to make him feel stupid by being so surprised.

      I take his hand and hold it. If he’s willing to step back from last night, I am, too. This is what we do. When the stupid fights are over, we’re good.

      “I’m glad you’re not mad at me,” I tell him. “I just want everything to be okay.”

      He knows I love him. I know he loves me. That is never the question. The question is always how we’ll deal with it.

      Time. The bell rings. I have to remind myself that school is not a thing that exists solely to give us a place to be together.

      “I’ll see you later,” he says.

      I hold on to that. It’s the only thing that will get me through the empty space that follows.

      I was watching one of my shows, and one of the housewives was like, “He’s a fuckup, but he’s my fuckup,” and I thought, Oh, shit, I really shouldn’t be relating to this, but I am, and so what? That has to be what love is – seeing what a mess he is and loving him anyway, because you know you’re a mess, too, maybe even worse.

      We weren’t an hour into our first date before Justin was setting off the alarms.

      “I’m warning you – I’m trouble,” he said over dinner at TGI Friday’s. “Total trouble.”

      “And do you warn all the other girls?” I replied, flirting.

      But what I got back wasn’t flirtation. It was real.

      “No,” he said. “I don’t.”

      This was his way of letting me know that I was someone he cared about. Even at the very beginning.

      He hadn’t meant to tell me. But there it was.

      And even though he’s forgotten a lot of other details about that first date, he’s never forgotten what he said.

      I warned you! he’ll yell at me on nights when it’s really bad, really hard. You can’t say I didn’t warn you!

      Sometimes this only makes me hold him tighter.

      Sometimes I’ve already let go, feeling awful that there’s nothing I can do.

      The only time our paths intersect in the morning is between first and second periods, so I look for him then. We only have a minute to share, sometimes less, but I’m always thankful. It’s like I’m taking attendance. Love? Here! Even if we’re tired (which is pretty much always) and even if we don’t have much to say, I know he won’t just pass me by.

      Today I smile, because, all things considered, the morning went pretty well. And he smiles back at me.

      Good signs. I am always looking for good signs.

      I head to Justin’s class as soon as fourth period is over, but he hasn’t waited for me. So I go to the cafeteria, to where we usually sit. He’s not there, either. I ask Rebecca if she’s seen him. She says she hasn’t, and doesn’t seem too surprised that I’m looking. I decide to ignore that. I check my locker and he’s not there. I’m starting to think he’s forgotten, or was playing with me all along. I decide to check his locker, even though it’s about as far from the cafeteria as you can get. He never stops there before lunch. But I guess today he has, because there he is.

      I’m happy to see him, but also exhausted. It’s just so much work. He looks worse than I feel, staring into his locker like there’s a window in there. In some people, this would mean daydreams. But Justin doesn’t daydream. When he’s gone, he’s really gone.

      Now he’s back. Right when I get to him.

      “Hey,” he says.

      “Hey,” I say back.

      I’m hungry, but not that hungry. The most important thing is for us to be in the same place. I can do that anywhere.

      He’s putting all of his books in his locker now, as if he’s done with the day. I hope nothing’s wrong. I hope he’s not giving up. If I’m going to be stuck here, I want him stuck here, too.

      He stands up and puts СКАЧАТЬ