Find You in the Dark Page 9

“Well maybe that will change here.” I said. Clayton looked at me questioningly and I realized how that statement sounded more like a coy invitation. I coughed uncomfortably and cleared my throat. “I mean, making friends and all.” I covered lamely. Clay nodded. “Maybe.” He didn't sound at all convinced.

“Did your parents get new jobs or something? Is that why you moved?” I asked. Clayton's discomfort seemed to magnify with my question. I thought it was innocent enough, nothing to incite the reaction I got. Clayton moved a good foot away from me and shoved his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket. He turned his head away. “Uh, no. There were just...um, circumstances that required me to move.” The tone of his voice let me know that particular subject was closed.

“You're not in the Witness Protection Program are you?” I kidded, not wanting to drop the conversation. I wanted to know everything about Clayton Reed. He was going to be my friend, whether he wanted to or not.

Clay laughed. “Nope. Can't say that I am.” “Rock star then.” He shook his head. “Please tell me you don't have a brain tumor.” By this point Clayton's laugh was deep. His eyes crinkled at the corners and he seemed genuinely tickled by my questions. “Brain tumor? Really? Where the hell did you get that one?” He asked, wiping the tears from his eyes after he had finally stopped laughing.

I shrugged. “You should hear the rumors going around about you.” Clay groaned. I playfully nudged his arm. He seemed startled by the physical contact but for the first time, didn't pull away.

“That's what you get for your International Man of Mystery persona, buddy.” I told him. “Well, I just don't want people all up in my business, is all. I'm not exactly outgoing if you couldn't tell.” Clay conceded, looking at me for a moment as if I were one of those people he didn't want up in his business.

Well too bad Clayton Reed, I was going to be all up in your business. This guy was way too closed off and more than a little sad. I didn't think anyone could survive on such a lack of personal interaction. Maybe I was being pushy, but something told me that there was a part of Clay that needed this. Someone taking the time to know him, and to give a shit.

After a few more minutes of less awkward silence, Clay turned toward his Beamer. “Well, I'd better head home. Nice meeting you, Maggie.” He pulled open his door and stood there for a moment, as if trying to decide whether he really wanted to leave or not.

I moved away from his car, pulling my book bag onto my shoulder. I gave him a small wave. “Sure. It was nice meeting you too. Maybe I'll see you around.” I said noncommittally, though I knew I'd be hunting him down in the hallways first thing on Monday morning. Clay smirked at me again, as if he could read my thoughts. “I'm sure you will.” He started the engine and pulled out of his parking space. He gave a small salute and headed out of the parking lot. I stood there dumbly mute watching him go. I really hoped he didn't look in his rear view mirror and see me staring after him like that, but I just couldn't make myself move. Not until he was long gone.

“Wait! You actually spoke to him? Why did it take you this long to tell me? You should have said something immediately! This is major! What's he like?” Rachel shot off her questions at a rapid fire pace as we sat in my kitchen Saturday afternoon. We had just gotten back from seeing a really horrible romantic comedy, and we were trying to figure out what to do with the rest of our day. I had casually mentioned my conversation with Clay and she had jumped all over it.

I went to the refrigerator and got out a soda, tossing Rachel a bottle of water. Which, she missed and it hit the tile floor with a loud thud. “Nice catch DiMaggio.” I said sarcastically. Rachel flipped me her middle finger and leaned down to pick up the bottle. Once upright, she pushed it onto the counter and gave me the look that let me know I had a lot of explaining to do. “Do not evade, Maggie May Young! Answer my questions! I need to know everything about your exchange with Mr. Clayton Reed.”

I perched up on the stool beside my friend and slowly popped open my soda can. Then I took my time taking a long drink before setting it down on the counter. Rachel was ready to pop. “C'mon! Stop stalling! Tell me about him!”

It was at that moment that my mother decided to make an appearance. “Tell you about who?” She asked breezily as she took a glass from the cabinet. My face flamed red. I absolutely DID NOT want to discuss Clayton Reed in front of my mom. As much as I loved my parents, there were limits to what I wanted them to know. I stopped talking to my parents about my crushes around the time I started shaving my legs. It's not as though they would be weird or overly protective or anything, it was just too embarrassing.

“Claay-ton Reee-eed.” Rachel told her in a sing song voice. I shot her a dark look and she stuck her tongue out at me, whispering, “That's what you get.” I rolled my eyes and sighed. My mom came over with a glass of some gross mixture of herbs that she swore kept her healthy. “Clayton Reed? Who is that?” My mom asked, sitting on the stool on the other side of me. Great, she was preparing for a full on gossip fest. This would take awhile. I wanted to throttle Rachel.

“Nobody.” I evaded, drinking the last of my soda and getting up to throw it in the recycling bin. “Nobody my butt! He's the new hot guy at school is who.” Rachel eagerly volunteered, giving my mom a dramatic raise of her eyebrows. “Oh! Do tell Maggie May! I want to hear all about him!” My mom was enthused and really getting into the girl talk.

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