Split Second (Pivot Point) (23 page)

“It was nice.” It
was
nice. I wished I were back there where my only problem was Stephanie and her reaction to Trevor and me.

He smiled like he knew something he wasn’t supposed to. “You like that Norm boy, don’t you?”

“I do.” Loved him.

“That has to be hard to have such a big secret you can’t tell him.”

“It is.”

“You really should think about using the box.”

So the box was another part of my test. First they gave me back my grandpa so I had someone to confide in, trust . . . and love. And then the man I trusted gave me a supposedly secure place to tell all my secrets.

“No, Grandpa, I’m not going to tell him. I wouldn’t want to put the Compound in danger like that.” The boys in the van would probably like that added bit of patriotism.

He sat next to me on the couch and put his arm around me. “You seem down tonight. Are you down?”

I leaned against him, letting myself believe for one last second that this was my real grandpa. That he had come back from the grave and was a part of my life again. My mind wouldn’t let me believe all the way, though, so a sadness settled in my chest.

“I think you passed,” Fake Grandpa said.

“What?”

The front door opened and shut. I sat up quickly.

“Who’s that?”

“Just someone who’s going to help you feel better.”

Memory Eraser from the van walked in. His empty eyes took me in. I tried not to let the fear that shot through me show on my face. Duke must’ve delivered the news to the van that I hadn’t confessed to anything like he’d claimed I would. Memory Eraser didn’t know what we’d done. Laila would restore my memory
later. I just needed to relax. I repeated those three phrases over and over as he walked toward me. I pretended to be confused, looking back and forth between the two of them. And then his hands touched my head and I was enveloped in blackness.

Laila:
Real feelings are much better than fake ones.

Eli slept in the cab, so Connor and I lay in the back of his truck, under some blankets, staring at the stars. Everything looked hopeful. Addie had just texted Trevor to come pick her up from the dance. She was confused as to how it had gotten so late and about where everyone had gone, but otherwise seemed to have her memories. Which meant they really had only Erased Fake Grandpa from her mind.

Now we were waiting for Trevor to return so we could restore Addie’s memory before heading home. We had only applied for a twelve-hour pass—it was the quickest way out of the Compound. We wanted to get back sooner rather than later
to avoid more people investigating this area. That was the last thing Addie needed.

Connor lay a couple of feet away, his arms crossed firmly over his chest, his hands tucked beneath them. I knew he was angry with me for suggesting he Heal the CC guys of their abilities, but I was pissed too. Those guys had been playing Addie like she was a piece in some game, and they had absolutely no remorse. But I couldn’t say that out loud. I had to be careful with what I said out loud. “I was just trying to scare them.”

He didn’t say a word. Didn’t move a muscle. Was he really going to be a baby about this?

“What do you want me to say?” I asked. “Sorry?”

He stood then, vaulted out of the truck, and stalked away from me. I closed my eyes and sighed. Yes, he needed to walk it off. Get it out of his system. Wait, no, that meant I’d sit in this truck angry.

I ran up the street after him and caught him by the arm just as he entered the circle of yellow created by the streetlight overhead. I cut off his retreat. “Connor, you have an ability. Use it.”

“I will use it when I feel it’s necessary, not when you do.”

“You never feel like it’s necessary, so I was just making a suggestion.”

“More like a demand.”

“Oh, and you weren’t demanding that I use mine?”

“Considering you use it when someone looks at you wrong, I didn’t think you’d have a problem with it.”

“Why do you care when I use it? Are you my father now?”

“Someone needs to be. Yours couldn’t care less about how you abuse your ability. Or anything else you do, for that matter.”

I whirled around, but he caught me by the wrist before I could leave and pulled me to face him. He clasped my wrists against his chest, and I used my forearms to keep him from pulling me any closer.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I was angry.”

I shrugged. “It’s true.”

“I shouldn’t have said it.” He moved his head in front of me, forcing me to look at him. “I thought you understood how I felt about what I did.”

“You used your ability. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of that.”

His eyes shifted back and forth between mine, staring at me intently. “I took away my father’s ability. You really think I should be proud of that?”

Maybe I felt this way because I was so angry with his father. “You saw what you were capable of. If you’re going to bury your ability for the rest of your life, you might as well stay here.” I pointed to the ground, letting it represent all the Norm world. I was breathless now, and my eyes stung. When I focused on Connor again, his intense stare had softened.

“Is that what this is about?” he asked.

“What?”

“You wanting me to use my ability. You’re worried that if I don’t depend on my ability, I won’t need the Compound? You’re worried that after spending time here, I won’t want to leave?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m not worried about that. You can do whatever you want.”

“Do you want me to stay here?”

With clenched teeth, I shook my head no.

He pulled me close, and this time I wrapped my arms around him. Then he kissed me like this was good-bye. It scared me. What if being here
had
made him realize how much he loved it? What if it had tilted the scale in favor of the Norm world? I, alone, couldn’t add much weight to the Compound side of the argument, even if I jumped up and down on the scale. Especially after everything we’d seen tonight. Maybe I was stupid for wanting to go back. But I did, and I didn’t want this to be good-bye. I tried to memorize the feel of his lips, the pressure of his arm on my back, the texture of his hair, as if he was going to slink away in the night as soon as the kiss was over.

When his touch turned electric, I pushed away. If he was going to leave me, it needed to be now, while I could still breathe through the tightness in my chest.

“What is it?” he asked.

“You’re staying, aren’t you? You’re going to send in your application from here. Or maybe you won’t even let them know. You’ll just disappear and dare them to find you.”

He laughed a little. “Why won’t you just let me love you?”

His comment caught me so off guard that I sputtered a little.

“I’ve made Laila speechless. Is this a first?”

I smiled. “Shut up.”

“You still want to go back to the Compound after . . .” He
trailed off, probably not wanting to say too much about what had happened tonight.

I nodded. “If everyone left, who would challenge the system? Who would change things? Besides, you’re the spokesperson for the new free-market society there, right?”

He gave a little smile at my sarcastic comment, the same one I’d used on him a few weeks ago. “I’m coming home with you. We’ll see how long we can stand each other.”

“I’m pretty stubborn, and if this is a competition, I can so outlast you.”

He seemed willing to accept that challenge.

I put my arms around his neck. “I don’t know about this throwing around the
L
word. That was pretty reckless.”

“I know, shocking, coming from the king of responsibility.”

I laughed. “You were pretty brilliant tonight.”

“I try.”

A set of headlights lit the street, then faded to black when the car parked. Trevor stepped out, then opened the door for Addie. He didn’t say a word, like we had all talked about. He just led her to me, and I restored her memory. We hugged, and that tightness that had left my chest when I found out Connor wasn’t staying here returned when I remembered Addie was. Only Addie could make me cry. I wiped my face as she pulled away. She left her tears there, streaming.

“Bye,” I said to Trevor.

He took Addie’s hand in his and smiled. Trevor was perfect for Addie. I never would’ve thought a Norm could make her
happy, but she was constantly proving me wrong.

“We should go,” Connor said.

I hugged Addie again. “Don’t be a stranger.”

“My mom would never let that happen.”

The sound of Connor’s keys jingling together drew my attention, it was such a foreign sound. The only person who didn’t turn at the sound was Trevor.

We all walked together to the truck. Connor placed a hand on Trevor’s right shoulder. “Good to meet you.” Then he put a finger to his own lips. “Try not to scream.”

Trevor’s look of confusion was quickly replaced by a look of sheer pain. It took me too long to realize what Connor was doing. He was healing Trevor’s shoulder. Addie must’ve realized it too, because her tears came back in full force. Pride coursed through my chest. Something that had been stolen by an ability was now returned by one. Without another word, Connor let go and climbed into the truck.

Addie wouldn’t have it, though. She opened the door and threw her arms around him in a big hug. “Thank you so much.” He laughed a little.

When she returned to Trevor’s side, she grabbed his hand. His face was pale. I gave him a one-armed hug and whispered, “A wrong was just righted. Take care of my best friend.”

He nodded, and I watched them walk back to Trevor’s car together. Then I went to the driver’s side of Connor’s truck, opened the door, and pulled him into a kiss. I could tell I’d caught him off guard, because he took a sharp breath through
his nose. But then he relaxed into it and kissed me back.

“I kind of love you right now,” I said.

“Now look who’s throwing around the
L
word.”

I smiled and climbed into the car. He started the engine and pulled away from the curb.

Addie waved until we turned the corner.

I was overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions of what Connor had just done and having to leave Addie.

“You good?” Connor asked, taking my hand.

“I will be.” I leaned my head back against the seat and let the warmth of his hand travel up my arm. I would be fine with Connor in my life.

“Ugh,” Eli groaned from the backseat, sitting up. “If I have to listen to your mushy thoughts all the way home, I might have to crawl into the back.”

Connor raised one eyebrow.

“Don’t get a big head. They weren’t that mushy.” I laid my head on his shoulder and put his hand on my knee.

Addie:
I miss you already.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

Trevor rotated his arm in a big circle several times. He might’ve been experiencing some shock symptoms, and I was seconds away from making him lie on the ground and raise his feet in the air. Then he said, “I’m perfect,” picked me up in a big hug, and spun me around. He slowed to a stop but didn’t put me down. Instead he buried his head in the corner between my shoulder and neck. “I’m perfect.”

I clung to him, so happy for what Connor had done.

He lowered me to the ground, then pulled back a little. “Are you okay?”

I wiped my face to make sure it wasn’t streaked with tears and nodded. “When I came here, I wasn’t sure if I could ever really forgive Laila for everything that happened with Duke.”

“And now?”

“Now, I don’t know how I’m going to live without her.”

“This isn’t just for me, right? Staying here?”

“You would be enough, but no, my dad’s here too.” And I could not go back to the Compound now that I knew the lengths they were willing to go to in order to make sure their citizens were all mentally capable. The lengths they were willing to go to in order to fulfill their agenda. “Speaking of, it’s almost one a.m. I think I’m going to be in big trouble.”

“I’ll take you home.”

“Thanks.”

He walked me to the front porch. “It was an interesting night.”

“I never got to ask you about Steph. Is she going to murder me in my sleep?”

“She’s just humiliated. She’ll be fine.” He took my hand and started drawing circles on my palm with his finger.

“And if she’s not?”

“Addison, you are the only person I’m concerned about now.”

“Good answer.”

He gave me a half smile. “Where were we the first time I kissed you?”

“In my dream, we were in your bedroom.”

He nodded once, seeming to understand why I had said it
like that. “In my bedroom? Was it a mess?”

“For once, I wasn’t thinking about the less-than-organized state of your room.”

He inched closer until our lips almost touched. “What were you thinking about?”

“I don’t remember right now,” I whispered as his familiar breath filled all my senses. He kissed me then, his fingers gripping my waist until I barely stood on the ground by the tips of my toes.

The front door opened, and he let go of me. Without his support, I stumbled backward and nearly fell. “Dad.” I meant to say it with excitement, but it came out like a sigh.

“You’re late, Addie. Get inside.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” Trevor said. “It was my fault, but unfortunately necessary.”

My dad analyzed his statement, nodded, then escorted me into the house, effectively cutting Trevor off by shutting the door. Without waiting for a verbal berating, I hugged him. “I’m sorry about our fight, Dad. I’m so sorry for accusing you of lying. You’re right, I’ve been very selfish. I’ll go home for Christmas, but then I want to stay here with you.”

His mouth opened, as if everything I’d just spewed had made him speechless for a moment. He regained his composure enough to say, “Really? Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

As if he thought my speech was an attempt to get out of trouble, he said warily, “You’re still grounded for two weeks.”

I laughed. “Fine.”

He analyzed my face, then smiled. “Maybe one week would be better.”

“If you think so.”

He put an arm around my shoulder as he walked me to my room. “Or maybe I’ll give you a warning. This was your first offense, after all.”

I was so glad to know the truth. It was amazing how much perception could change my opinion about a situation. All things considered, he was very kind to me in the midst of all this. I smiled and hugged him again. “Good night, Dad.”

I shut the door, and almost immediately there was a tap on my window. I threw back the curtains, and Trevor stood there with a grin on his face.

“Are you grounded?” he asked when I opened the window.

“No. But if my dad sees you, I will be.”

He put his hand on the screen, and I put mine up against it.

“Thanks for choosing me, Addison.”