My Life After Now Page 19

  I couldn’t believe this. I shouldn’t have to deal with this kind of crap, especially in my own school.

  The sound of foot traffic outside the office door gradually increased as busloads of students entered the building. Students who, if Mr. Fisher got his way, would soon be privy to my secret.

  I kept my response simple. “No.”

  The corners of his mouth turned down just a bit. “May I ask why not?” Mr. Fisher said.

  “I don’t think I would feel very comfortable being put on the spot like that,” I said.

  Mr. Fisher was nodding, not looking particularly dissuaded by my refusal. “What if I told you,” he said with a knowing air, “that if you reconsidered, you would be excused from Phys. Ed. for the remainder of your tenure at this school?”

  “No gym?”

  Mr. Fisher chuckled. “It’s my understanding that most girls your age don’t particularly enjoy the Phys. Ed. requirement.”

  “But don’t I need the credits in order to graduate?”

  “Participating in the assembly would make you eligible for an independent study health credit,” he explained.

  For one eternal, beautiful second, I considered never having to be subjected to the hell-on-earth known as dodgeball ever again. I had to admit, I was tempted to accept the offer. But there was something about Mr. Fisher’s self-satisfied smile that wasn’t quite right, and I began to feel uneasy. Something else was going on here…

  And then I saw it.

  Mr. Fisher wasn’t trying to be nice. He was just trying to cover his own ass. He probably thought he’d concocted the perfect plan: get the girl with HIV to out herself in front of the whole school under the guise of “education,” and then deliberately keep her out of gym class so the other students wouldn’t be at risk. He’d be seen by thousands of parents as a man of action, the one who saved their children from certain death. The PTA would probably crown him Principal of the Year.

  Here it is, I realized with a start. My first run-in with real-world, hard-and-fast discrimination. I’d thought I’d been prepared for this moment, that when something like this actually happened to me, I’d know what to do. How naïve I’d been. Roxie’s warnings, the stories shared at the meetings, and the shapeless, colorless hypothetical were nothing compared with the cutting reality.

  I felt contaminated, worthless.

  Somehow, I managed to keep my gaze level and my voice calm. I had something to say, and I needed to make sure he heard every word. “Mr. Fisher, thank you for the…tempting offer, but my answer is still no. I don’t want to be treated differently from the other students. This is a public school, and I have the right to not be singled out or discriminated against for any reason. I’ll just have to suffer through gym class like every other student.”

  I paused, carefully considering my next words. I’d never spoken to an authority figure like this. He was my principal, after all. But still, he had to understand how wrong he was.

  “If you ever call me in for another meeting like this, or give me special treatment in any way because of what you know, I will sue you. My father is a lawyer, Mr. Fisher, a really good one.”

  He nodded, his skin gone white.

  “And another thing—I’m a good student, and I’ve done my homework. Since you clearly take confidentiality laws seriously, here’s one for you: according to New York State law, you are forbidden from disclosing my HIV-positive status to anyone. Not the school nurse, not your wife, not anybody. My health is no one’s business but my own.” Just a little nugget I’d picked up from reading Roxie’s informational pamphlets. “Do you understand?”

  “Of course, of course,” he said, unnerved at having lost control of the conversation.

  “Good.” Then a terrible thought occurred to me. “You haven’t told someone already, have you?”

  “No,” he assured me. “I wanted to speak with you first.”

  I gave him a penetrating stare, letting him know I saw right through him. He meant he wanted to make sure I’d go along with his little plan first.

  “I’m sorry, I’ve clearly upset you,” Mr. Fisher said quickly, waving his hands as if to wipe away the entire conversation. “I assure you that was not my intention—”

  I stood to leave just as the first bell sounded.

  “I have to get to class,” I said, and booked it out of there, the nervous layer of sweat on my forehead catching the breeze of the hallway.

  • • •

  I made a beeline to homeroom, not even bothering to drop my coat off at my locker first. I grabbed Evan, Max, and Courtney by the sleeves and yanked them, stunned, into the hall. My head was still spinning after my meeting with the principal.

  “Are you okay?” Courtney said.

  “No, I’m not okay,” I snapped. “Who did you tell?”

  The three of them just stared back at me.

  “One of you said something to someone, and I need to know who.”

  Still no one said anything. Fine, I would grill them individually then.

  I turned to my right. “Evan?”

  He looked back at me, offended. “Jeez, Lucy, I thought I would have earned your trust by now.”

  “That’s not an answer,” I pointed out.

  He rolled his eyes. “Of course I didn’t tell anyone.”

  I stared him down for a few more seconds, and then, satisfied with what I saw, moved on. “Max? Who did you tell?”

  “No one, I swear!” he said.

  “No one?”

  “No one.”

  “Swear on your Daniel Radcliffe–autographed Equus Playbill,” I commanded.

  “Come on, Luce, are you serious with this?”

  “Just do it.”

  “Fine.” Max raised his right hand. “I swear on my Daniel Radcliffe–autographed Equus Playbill that I did not tell anyone. Jeez.”

  That left Courtney. I turned to my left. “Who did you tell, Court?”

  “Lucy, you know me. I would never tell anybody anything that you told me in confidence. You know that,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

  I heaved a frustrated sigh. “Well somebody told somebody, and I know it wasn’t my dads. You three are the only other people in Eleanor Falls who know.”

  “Can you please just tell us what’s going on?” Max asked.

  I lowered my voice. “Mr. Fisher just asked me to do a freaking safe-sex assembly for the entire school.”

  “What?” Evan said. “Who told him?”

  I gave him an annoyed look. “That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

  • • •

  I spent the entire day wracking my brain. Max, Courtney, and Evan swore up and down that they hadn’t said a word, and I believed them. So who could have told? It didn’t make any sense—no one else even knew.

  I called Roxie during lunch.

  “I know this is going to sound paranoid,” I said, “but you don’t know anyone in Eleanor Falls, do you?”

  “What’s Eleanor Falls?” she said.

  “It’s the town where I live.”

  “Nope. Never heard of it. Why, what’s up?”

  “Somebody told the principal of my school about me being positive. And I can’t for the life of me figure out who the hell it would have been.”

  Roxie’s voice suddenly got serious. “Lucy, that’s not good. You need to find out who did it, and soon. If they told your principal, they’ll tell the whole school. And you do not want that.”

  “I know, I know. I’m working on it.” I sighed. “I’ll see you Thursday.” I hung up the phone and rubbed my temples in frustration.

  No one knew. And if no one knew, no one could have told Mr. Fisher. But Mr. Fisher had obviously been told. So what was I missing?

  Obviously someone had found out somehow. I didn’t know how, but that wasn’t the point anymore. I had to stop focusing solely on the limited pool of people who I thought knew and start thinking about who would actually do a thing like that. I mean, really, going and ta
ttling to the principal? That was low.

  And then, suddenly, halfway through Honors English, it hit me. Of course. There was only one person who hated me that much.

  37

  Sit Down, You’re Rockin’ the Boat

  Elyse St. James.

  It all made so much sense.

  She’d been there on the balcony yesterday after I’d run out of the light booth, and I’d stupidly paid her no attention. But now that I thought about it, she’d looked utterly freaked.

  And then she’d been so spacy all throughout rehearsal. Maybe this was why. She must have somehow overheard my conversation with Max and Courtney and then went running to the principal.

  She had crossed a major line, and she was not going to get away with it.

  I stormed into the women’s dressing room. “Ladies, could you leave me and Elyse alone for a minute, please?” I announced through gritted teeth.

  The girls began to protest, but when they caught a glimpse of my face, they quickly backed out of the room. I didn’t dare tear my eyes away from Elyse’s petrified expression in order to glance in the mirror, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was actual smoke steaming from my ears. I was furious.

  I locked the dressing room door and blocked it with my body, so there was no chance for her to escape.

  “Why did you do it?” I demanded, my hands balled up into fists and hanging heavily at my sides.

  “I…I d-don’t know what you’re t-talking about,” she stammered. Her stage makeup was thick, and there was a line of black eyeliner on only one of her eyes. She looked like an unfinished puppet.

  “Oh, cut the crap, Elyse. We both know that you know exactly what I’m talking about. Why would you do that?”

  She avoided my gaze. “I don’t know,” she mumbled.

  There it was! An admission of guilt.

  “Oh, I’m pretty sure you do know,” I countered. “Going to the administration about another student’s private business isn’t something you just do for kicks. So please, enlighten me.”

  No response.

  “Elyse!”

  She didn’t even look up. I obviously wasn’t getting through to her. I raked my hands through the roots of my hair, forced myself to lower my voice a notch, and tried a different tactic. “Look, I think we owe it to each other to at least be honest with one another.” Total BS, of course, but if it worked…

  Silence.

  ARRGGH!!

  “Okay, how about this,” I said, grasping at straws. “Whatever is said in this room over the next few minutes goes in the vault and will never be spoken of again by either of us.”

  Still nothing.

  I couldn’t handle this. I felt like I was trying to elicit emotion from a brick wall. I knew it was pointless to keep trying, but I simply could not leave this room without answers. I needed to know why she was so intent on ruining my life. I would never do what she did, not even to my worst enemy.

  “Please,” I begged, mortified when my voice cracked. “Please, Elyse. Just help me understand.” I was so tired of all of this garbage. This moment, right here and now, was the perfect metaphorical representation of everything I’d been through this school year: me, locked in a tiny room, going slowly insane as I fruitlessly fought and screamed and begged and pleaded for an explanation, for some small lump of truth that would shed some light on why. I slid down the door to the floor and rested my cheek on my knees.

  The second hand on the wall clock ticked rhythmically.

  At long last, Elyse spoke. “I did it because I’m scared.”

  I lifted my head up. “Scared about what?”

  “Ty had sex with you, and then he had sex with me,” she said simply, leaving me to deduce the rest.

  I rubbed my eyes and the little gold spots appeared and then scattered, making my vision, and the meaning behind Elyse’s words, clearer. “So you’re worried about—”

  “Do I have it now too?” she finished, her voice shaking.

  Was that what this was all about? “No, of course you don’t have it. Ty and I used protection.”

  “But what if the condom didn’t work?”

  “It did.”

  “But what if it didn’t?” she said again indignantly.

  “It didn’t break if that’s what you’re asking.”

  “But what if it didn’t work for another reason?”

  I was beginning to get annoyed, but I tried not to let it show. “Condoms do work. That’s why everyone always says to have ‘safe sex.’ If they didn’t work, they wouldn’t be considered safe, would they?”

  She thought about that for a moment. “Well, what about kissing?”

  “What about it?”

  “What if you gave it to him that way?”

  I pressed my lips together, befuddled. “You do know you can’t spread it by kissing, right?”

  “I mean, yes, I’ve heard that, but how am I supposed to know what to believe?” she said.

  “Elyse,” I said calmly. “Trust me. You have nothing to worry about. I swear.”

  She looked me directly in the eyes for the first time then. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I’m sure.” I paused as she exhaled in relief. “So that’s why you told Mr. Fisher? Because you were scared you got it?”

  “Yeah.”

  “That doesn’t make sense.”

  “But it was the only thing I could think to do. I wanted revenge.”

  That still didn’t make any sense. “What did you think he was going to do? Give me detention?”

  She shrugged weakly. “I thought maybe he would tell the school board and they’d kick you out of school or something.”

  “But…Elyse, if you thought you had it too, then wouldn’t they have done the same thing to you?”

  “Well, I never said it was a thought-out plan.”

  I almost laughed, but the gravity of the moment pressed down on me again. “Did you tell anyone else?” I asked.

  Elyse shook her head. “Ty and I aren’t speaking, and my parents would kill me if they found out I was having sex,” she admitted.

  “What about your friends?”

  Her shoulders slumped down a little. “I haven’t really gotten to know many people here. Everyone’s already in their little cliques and no one ever seems to want to talk to me.”

  I took a second to reinforce my resolve. There was no way I was going to let her make me feel bad for her. “You know, you don’t really make it easy for people to like you. You’re pretty…intense. Since we’re being honest.”

  She just shrugged. “I don’t know how else to be.”

  Wait a second—how had this conversation drifted to her problems? “How did you find out about me, anyway?” I asked, resolute to get this discussion back on track.

  “I knew something weird was going on because you and Courtney and Max were being all secretive. When I saw you go into the light booth, I followed you up there. I was curious.”

  There’s a difference between being curious and being nosy, I thought. But I kept my mouth shut.

  She continued. “I sweet-talked one of the techies into lending me his headset. The microphone was on in the booth, so I could hear everything you said.”

  I mentally slapped myself in the forehead. How could I have been so stupid?

  We fell back into silence then, both lost in our own thoughts.

  I took my time looking around the cluttered dressing room, at the bizarre and eclectic collection of costumes and props and show posters from years past. An old Macbeth head, impaled on a stick and outfitted with an Annie wig, hung from the ceiling. I shook my head. My life was too weird.

  Finally I nodded toward the clock. The dress rehearsal was due to start in a few minutes, and the entire female half of the cast had been banished from the dressing room. “I guess we should get going.”

  Elyse nodded and stood up. “Right. The show must go on.”

  “Don’t forget to do your other eye,” I reminded her.

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sp; She looked in the mirror. “Oh yeah. Thanks.”

  I watched as she resumed her makeup application. Part of me was actually glad that we’d had this conversation, if only to prove that Elyse was human after all. A downright irritating human maybe, but also a marginally less vile, somewhat more relatable one. “Elyse?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Please don’t tell anyone what you know. Especially Ty.” If he learned the truth, he would be furious—and rightfully so. He didn’t have any reason to keep my secret after what I’d done. It wouldn’t be long before the entire drama club knew, and soon after that, the whole school.

  Elyse turned from the mirror and gave me a closed-lipped smile. “I guess you’re just going to have to trust me,” she said.

  I took a deep breath and nodded. What other choice did I have?

  38

  Let Me Entertain You

  “Fifteen to places!” the stage manager announced to the women’s dressing room.

  “Thank you, fifteen!” we responded in chorus.

  I applied another layer of fire-engine red lipstick and stepped back to survey myself in the full-length mirror. Calf-high lace-up boots? Check. Red corset and prop sword? Check. Exposed upper arm threaded with dozens of black stitches? Check.

  I grinned. I was going to be the most badass Mercutio this play had ever seen.

  The energy backstage was electric, the way it can only be on opening night. I ran my hands along the thick, royal blue curtain until I found a breach and peeked, sleuth-like, out into the house. It was a sold-out show, and most seats were already occupied, but I sifted through the dense crowd until I found my people. Dad and Papa, having bought their tickets months ago, were sitting fourth row center, an enormous bouquet of roses laid across both of their laps. Lisa was a few rows behind them on the far side aisle. Papa kept glancing back every few seconds to make sure she was still there.

  My attention shifted up to the balcony, where I located Roxie, her little brother Alex, June, Ahmed, and at least six or seven other members of the support group. Roxie had canceled tonight’s meeting so they could all come support me. My stomach turned over with a swell of appreciation as I watched them eagerly reading their programs and chatting.