Lust - 1 (20 page)

What do you want from me?”

Adam was stunned. “I just thought we could—wel , you’d said—and when we were at the motel—I just thought you wanted—” Kaia laughed—it was a musical sound, lighter and more spontaneous than anything he’d seen her say or do in the short time they’d known each other. That was the difference, he suddenly realized: This was real—and everything else had al been calculated.

“Oh, Adam,” she said, her voice dripping with a patronizing sympathy. “What? Did you think we were going to
date
or something? Were you thinking this was going to be a
relationship
?” She pronounced the word as if it tasted rotten coming out of her mouth.

Then she laughed again, and Adam final y got it. He may have been slow, but he wasn’t stupid.

“Whatever,” he said brusquely. “I just wanted to be sure that you didn’t get the wrong idea. I’m with Beth, you know. I love her.” The familiar phrase sounded unconvincing, even to him. Especial y to him.

“I know you do,” Kaia assured him, grinning brightly now. “So you must be pretty terrified that she’l find out about this, hmm?” She gave him a cryptic look. “But hey, who would tel her?”

Shit. Adam had never before understood what it would feel like to have one’s heart leap into one’s throat. Now he knew. It felt like your chest was an empty shel about to col apse in on itself. It felt like strong hands had wrapped themselves around your neck, squeezing like a vise, choking the air out of you. He saw it clearly now, every step of her—what, her plan? Seduction. Betrayal. Al that, just to get him into bed? Or to make him feel like a fool? Or was the true prize whatever was about to come next, al hel breaking loose when Beth learned the truth? Would anyone real y go to so much effort, just to cause themselves a little pleasure—or someone else so much pain?

“Kaia,” he said warningly, “you wouldn’t—”

Who, me?
she mimed, the picture of innocence.

“I’m hurt,” she said aloud. “Don’t you know me at al by now?” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and skipped off down the hal way. “You know you can trust me!” she cal ed over her shoulder.

He was so total y screwed.

“So which one do you like better?”

Silence.

“Beth? Beth? You stil with me?”

Beth stared at the newspaper layout sheets with the same blank gaze she’d been aiming at the world for days. Ever since she’d caught Adam with Kaia outside the locker room, ever since she’d blown up at him and run away, she’d been a little bit lost. The first couple of days hadn’t been so bad, as she’d been riding a wave of anger that swept away any lingering doubts or concerns. She’d avoided him in the hal ways, she’d ditched out on their date—and, while working behind the counter at the diner, she’d pretended the tomatoes and onions were his head, and spent a pleasant hour chopping him to pieces, over and over again.

But after that—wel , she was stil mad, but she was a little mad at herself, too. She was ready to kiss and make up—but Adam, it seemed, was too busy to take her cal s. She’d spent al weekend trying to track him down, stealing a few minutes from her shift to sneak off with a cel phone; bribing her little brothers into shutting up long enough to make a phone cal ; taking breaks every ten minutes from her stacks of homework to check her phone, see if he’d cal ed. No.

Maybe this was it, she’d decided after a fitful night of sleep. She’d screwed up the best thing she had in her life—though, if he was wil ing to let go that easily, maybe it wasn’t something worth fighting for after al .

“What?” Beth suddenly realized that Jack Powel , sitting across from her in the newspaper office, was holding up two layout sheets in front of her and waiting for some kind of response. Too bad she had no idea what he had asked. “Oh, sorry—uh, yeah, that looks fine.”

Jack Powel laid the sheets down on the desk and turned in his chair to look at Beth head-on.

“Beth, is everything okay?” he asked with concern. “You’ve been a little out of it al afternoon—if there’s somewhere else you’d rather be … ?”

“No!” she cried in alarm. Sitting here with Mr. Powel , she felt almost secure again, almost calm, for the first time in days. Yes, she was stil thinking about Adam constantly, working through their fight again and again, trying to see where everything had gone so wrong—but somehow, having Jack there, droning on in his delicious voice about column space or layouts or whatever, made everything seem a little more manageable. Today he was wearing a stylish button-down shirt, with colorful vertical stripes running down its length—it made him look years younger. Good thing he’s not, Beth pointed out to herself, or sitting in this smal , dark room with him, facing him across the table, our heads leaning in together, our hands brushing past each other to dig through the piles of papers—it would be a whole different story. One her boyfriend wouldn’t like very much.

Then she remembered she might not have a boyfriend anymore, and the thought hit her with a stinging pain that brought tears to her eyes. She took a few deep breaths and looked away from Mr. Powel for a moment, calming herself down.

“No,” she final y repeated in a steadier voice. ‘There’s real y nowhere I’d rather be. I just—I’m just having a little trouble concentrating today. That’s al .”

“Wel , that’s obvious,” he said sympathetical y. “Here’s a radical idea—want to talk about it?”

Beth cringed. Talk about her love life with a teacher? A teacher she just happened to have an absurdly large crush on? Didn’t seem like the best idea.

“I know it’s weird, since I’m your teacher,” he said, reading her mind. He placed a tentative hand on hers. “But Beth, I’d real y like to be your friend, too.” Maybe it was the warmth in his voice, or the soft pressure of his hand, but something inside of Beth just broke.

“It’s my boyfriend,” she said, choking back the tears. Powel nodded encouragingly. “Things have been weird lately, and we’re fighting al the time, and now he’s not speaking to me and I just—”

She broke off and buried her face in her arms, hiding the humiliating tears.

She felt a gentle hand on her back and, instinctively, tensed up.

“Beth,” he said firmly. “Beth, sit up, look at me—you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

She reluctantly straightened and faced him. He pul ed a light blue handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it to her—even in her dismay, she could appreciate the chivalry.

She blew into it noisily, wiped the tears away from her eyes, then sat stil , taking some deep breaths and twisting the soft cloth nervously in her hands.

“I think I may have ruined everything,” she murmured, knowing from the look in his eyes that he understood.

Jack Powel shook his head.

“Beth, Beth, Beth, it’s not you, it’s him. I promise you that.”

“How do you know?”

“Difficult as it may be to imagine, I was a teenage boy once. Trust me, we’re al idiots.”

Distraught as she was, Beth managed a smal smile.

“No, I’m sure whoever this boy is,” he continued, “whatever the problem is, he’s being an idiot. He’s just a boy. But you, Beth,” he paused, looking her up and down appraisingly.

“You’re a woman. A beautiful, intel igent, kindhearted
woman
.”

Beth flushed furiously, and her eyes darted around the room; she was unsure where to look, what to do, faced with words like that from a man like him.

“He can’t give you what you need, Beth,” he told her, slowly running a hand through her long blond hair. She wanted to pul away but didn’t. “You need maturity, understanding, passion,” he continued. “This guy doesn’t deserve you.”

She looked down at the table, but then he said her name again and when she looked up, his handsome face was right there, inches from hers and moving closer, and his hands were on her, drawing her in, and then their lips met and he held her to him.

“Oh, Beth,” he murmured, and his lips were on her again, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth before she knew what was happening, exploring the moist, dark spaces inside of her, his hands running up and down her back—

She pushed him away, hard, jumped out of her seat and began backing toward the door.

“What are you—? Mr. Powel , what … ?”

But she knew what. And she wanted to throw up, wanted to scrub the taste of him out of her mouth, wanted to fly at him, pound his chest with her fists, tear at his face with her nails, knock that bemused look off his poisonously handsome face. But instead she just stood in the doorway, unable to take a step forward—or back.

He started toward her. “Beth, I’m sorry, calm down, just sit down for a moment,” he pleaded.

He held his arms out from his sides, a conciliatory gesture, and gave her a weak half smile—it grew wider as she remained unmoving, then took a hesitant step toward him. He looked so stricken and apologetic, and after al , hadn’t he just done exactly what she’d been dreaming of him doing al these weeks? Maybe, Beth realized, horrified, she’d sent out some kind of signal, had drawn him in, overwhelmed his common sense—maybe she was the one who’d ruined everything.

“Come back in,” he repeated, “and we’l talk about it. Everything wil be fine.”

More talk. But that’s how it had al started—and after what had just happened, what was she supposed to say?

Beth shook her head, tears streaming freely down her face. She opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it again.

And ran out of the room.

Kaia pressed herself into the shadows, shaking with anger.

Beth, blinded by tears, ran by without seeing her. Kaia would deal with her later.

For now: Jack Powel . The asshole, the liar.

After blowing off Adam, she’d come to take another after-hours crack at the French teacher, hoping to convince him that rules were made to be broken.

But apparently, he already knew that.

She stood outside his doorway and watched as he took a few halfhearted steps after Beth, then sighed and slumped back down into his chair. He tapped an index finger rhythmical y against his lips, looked up at the empty doorway, and then checked his watch—as if wondering whether she would come back, and how long he should choose to wait.

Don’t hold your breath,
Kaia thought, shivering in disgust as the image of him lunging at Beth flashed through her mind. The girl (who’d obviously been mooning over Powel for weeks) was clearly either too wimpy or too stupid to take him up on the offer.

Kaia could see what he’d been thinking, of course. A girl like Beth would be easy to push around—she wasn’t “trouble in a miniskirt.” He’d probably guessed that she would jump at the chance to play his dutiful concubine for the year, rescuing him from boredom and then sweetly and quietly disappearing when the time came.

Kaia almost laughed—apparently, he’d guessed wrong. She was about to enter the room and blast Powel for spurning her, taunt him with what she knew. Then she stopped, considering his stooped figure—chin resting on his fists, staring into the distance, maybe wondering how to clean up the mess he’d made for himself if it ever came to light. If.

Kaia guessed that he was probably congratulating himself for picking a girl like Beth, who would likely lack the backbone needed to get him into any trouble. He probably figured that by steering clear of Kaia, by refusing to indulge in any “inappropriate fraternization” with the troublemaker, he would at least be safe on that front. At least he’d dodged that bul et.

Kaia shook her head in pity, and this time, she did laugh.

Sorry, Mr. Powell. Wrong again
.

They ran into each other at their lockers—they were next to each other, of course. Midway through last year, Adam had bribed some sophomore to switch with him, so that he and Beth could be side by side. Sometimes Beth slipped little love notes in through the ventilation cracks at the top, and once in a while, Adam had even thought to make a romantic gesture of his own. On Valentine’s Day he had papered the inside of her locker with cut-out construction paper hearts and left a bouquet of roses waiting for her. It had always been a good thing, having the same home base to come back to, an easy meeting point, a safe refuge in the busy chaos of the day. But having neighboring lockers also meant there was no escape, and so here they were, side by side, at the worst possible time.

Stil wet from swim practice and stil steaming from his run-in with Kaia, Adam slammed his locker open and grabbed his bag, accidental y knocking down the photo of Beth he’d taped to the inside of the door on the first day of school. A spasm of guilt shot through him, and he snatched the picture off the ground, trying to stick it back up, but it was no use.

The tape was too dried out, and he was forced to lay the picture atop a pile of junk; he swore to himself that he’d bring in more tape the next day and make things right. He’d make everything right.

He slammed the door shut, giving it a kick for good measure, and cursed Kaia under his breath, not for the first time.

The soul ess, manipulative bitch.

And he’d let her ruin his life.

Enter Beth.

Tearful, replaying the moment in her mind again and again, and yet stil unable to believe it had actual y happened.

And had she wanted it to happen?

Asked
for it to happen?

He saw her first—and had almost enough time to shrink away. But not quite.

“Beth!” he said forceful y. “I’ve been looking for you al day.”

“Adam?” Beth, who had walked right past him without noticing and began slowly spinning the combination lock on her locker, looked up hesitantly. It was as if she didn’t recognize him, didn’t quite believe he was real. Maybe because she’d already been imagining him standing there, because right now there was no one in the world she wanted to see more—or less.

She closed her eyes and took a moment of silence to shut out the world and regroup—but when she opened them, he was stil there, waiting.

“Adam, I, uh …” her voice trailed off. What was she supposed to do, forget about their fight, tel him the truth about what had just happened, send him off to beat up Jack Powel and then get thrown out of school? And, of course, he’d never look at her the same way again. The Beth he knew didn’t go around seducing teachers—no, if she was going to make this work, she had to remain the girl he’d fal en in love with, and that girl was innocent, trustworthy, and above al , loyal. She didn’t need anyone other than her boyfriend, even in her fantasies.