17.

If I get murdered in the city

don’t go revengin’ in my name

One person dead from such is plenty

No need to go get locked away.

—THE AVETT BROTHERS,

“MURDER IN THE CITY”

 

I CAN HONESTLY SAY I FEEL LIKE I’VE MOVED THROUGH the ve stages of grief in every aspect of my life.

I have accepted my father’s death. I accepted his death months before we even moved to Michigan. I’ve accepted my mother’s fate. I realize she hasn’t died yet, and that the stages of grief will recommence when she does. But I know it won’t be as hard.

I’ve accepted living in Michigan. The song I listened to on repeat at Will’s house was called “Weight of Lies.” A portion of the lyrics say,

The weight of lies will bring you down, follow you to every town ’cause

nothing happens here that doesn’t happen there.

Every time the song looped, all I heard was the part about the lies— and how they weigh you down. Tonight, as I drive toward Detroit in my Jeep, I know what those words really mean. It’s not just lies they’re referring to. It’s life. You can’t run to another town, another place, another state. Whatever it is you’re running from—it goes with you. It stays with you until you nd out how to confront it.

Whatever it is I was hoping to run back to Texas from, it would eventually make its way back to me. So here I am in Ypsilanti, Michigan —where I’ll stay. And I’m okay with that.

I’ve accepted the situation with Will. I don’t blame him at all for what he chose. Sure, I had fantasies of him sweeping me off my feet, telling me he doesn’t need a career when he has love. The reality of it is, if he had put his feelings for me rst, it would’ve been hard to accept that he could so easily throw away the things that are the most important to him. It would have said a lot less for his character. So I don’t blame him, I respect him. And someday, when I’m ready, I’ll thank him.

* * *

I PULL UP to the club a little after eight o’clock. Gavin had a surprise for Eddie, so they took a detour, said they’d be here late. The parking lot is unusually crowded, so I have to take a spot in the back of the building. When I get out of the car, I take a deep breath and prepare myself. I’m not sure when it was that I decided I was going to perform tonight, but I’m having second thoughts.

My mother’s words linger in my head as I make my way to the front door. “Push your boundaries, Lake, that’s what they’re there for.”

I can do this. They’re just words. Repeat them and you’re done. It’s that simple.

I walk in the door a few minutes late. I can tell the sac is about to perform, because you could hear a pin drop. I sneak in and quietly make my way to the back of the room. I don’t want to draw attention to myself, so I slide into an empty booth. I take my phone out to turn the volume down and text Eddie letting her know where I’m sitting. That’s when it happens; I hear him.

Will is standing in front of the microphone on the stage, performing a piece as the sacri ce.

I used to love the ocean.

Everything about her.

Her coral reefs, her white caps, her roaring waves, the

rocks they lap, her pirate legends and mermaid tails,

Treasures lost and treasures held. . .

And ALL

Of her sh

In the sea.

Yes, I used to love the ocean,

Everything about her.

The way she would sing me to sleep as I lay in my bed

then wake me with a force

That I soon came to dread.

Her fables, her lies, her misleading eyes,

I’d drain her dry

If I cared enough to.

I used to love the ocean,

Everything about her.

Her coral reefs, her whitecaps, her roaring waves, the

rocks they lap, her pirate legends and mermaid tails,

treasures lost and treasures held.

And ALL

Of her sh

In the sea.

Well, if you’ve ever tried navigating your sailboat

through her stormy seas, you would realize that

her whitecaps are your enemies. If you’ve ever tried

swimming ashore when your leg gets a cramp and

you just had a huge meal of In-N-Out burgers that’s

weighing you down, and her roaring waves are

knocking the wind out of you, lling your lungs with

water as you ail your arms, trying to get someone’s

attention, but your friends

just

wave

back at you?

And if you’ve ever grown up with dreams in your head

about life, and how one of these days you would pirate

your own ship and have your own crew and that all of

the mermaids

would love

only

you?

Well, you would realize. . . As I eventually realized . . .

That all the good things about her?

All the beautiful?

It’s not real.

It’s fake.

So you keep your ocean,

I’ll take the Lake.

Air. Or water. I don’t know which one I need. I slide out of the booth and head toward the front door but make a beeline for the bathroom. I just need silence.

When I open the door to the bathroom, the stalls are empty. There’s a girl washing her hands at the only available sink, so I decide to wait on the water. I pick the big stall. I lock it behind me and lean up against the door.

Did that just really happen? Does he know I’m even here? No, he doesn’t. I told him I wasn’t coming. He didn’t intend for me to hear it. Even so, he wrote it. He said himself that he writes what he’s feeling. Oh my god, he loves me. Will Cooper is in love with me.

I’ve known all along how he feels about me. I can see it in the way he looks at me. But to hear his words and the emotions behind them—how he said my name. How am I supposed to face him? I’m not. He still doesn’t know I’m here. I just have to leave. I need to leave before he sees me.

I open the bathroom door and scan the area, but I don’t see him. Luckily, another performer is onstage, so most of the eyes are glued to the front of the room. I slip through the entryway and out the front door.

“Layken! Look what Gavin got me!” Eddie is making her way inside, holding her hair back, wanting me to look at her ears.

“Eddie, I’ve got to go.”

Her smile fades.

“I’ll call you later.” I brush past her without looking at the earrings. “You didn’t see me!” I yell behind me as I go.

I make my way around the building and smash into Javi as he’s rounding the corner. Good grief! Is the whole class here? Someone’s going to let it slip that I was here. I don’t want Will to know I saw him.

“Hey, what’s the hurry?” he asks as I slip between him and the wall.

“I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I quickly walk away. I don’t have time for chitchat. I just want to get in my Jeep and pull out of this parking lot as soon as I can.

“Wait, I’ll walk you to your car,” he says as he catches up to me.

“I’m ne, Javi. Go ahead and go inside, they’ve already started.”

“Layken, we’re in Detroit. You’re parked behind a club. I’m walking you to your car.”

“Fine. But walk fast.”

“What’s your hurry?” he asks as we make our way to the rear of the building.

“I’m just tired. I need sleep.” I slow down, feeling con dent that Will didn’t see me.

“There’s a café down the road. Want to go grab some coffee?” he asks.

“No, thanks. I don’t need caffeine, I need my bed.”

When we get to my Jeep, I reach down to grab my keys out of my— shit! My purse. I left my purse in the booth.

“Shit!” I say. I kick at the gravel in front of me. My shoe loosens a piece of rock and it icks against the door of my Jeep.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“My purse. I left my keys and my purse inside.” I fold my arms across my chest and lean against the Jeep.

“It’s not that big a deal. We’ll go back inside and get them.”

“No, I don’t want to. Would you mind getting them for me?” I smile at him, hoping it will be enough.

“Layken, you don’t need to stay back here by yourself.”

“Fine. I’ll just text Eddie to bring it out. Do you have your phone?”

He pats his pockets. “No, it’s in my truck. Come on, you can use it.” Javi says this as he reaches down and takes my hand, leading me toward his truck. He unlocks his door and reaches inside for his phone. “It’s dead.” He plugs it into the charger. “Give it a couple minutes to get a charge, then you can call her.”

“Thanks,” I say as I lean against his truck and wait.

He stands next to me while we wait for the phone to charge. “It’s snowing again,” Javi says as he wipes something off my arm.

I look up and see the falling akes contrasted against the black sky. I guess we’re nally about to see what a Michigan winter really looks like.

I turn to face Javi. I was about to ask him something about snow tires, or plows, but it slips my mind as soon as his hands grasp my face and his tongue makes its way into my mouth. I turn my face and push against his chest with my hands. When he feels my resistance, his face backs away from mine, but his body is still pressed against me, pushing me against the cold metal of his truck.

“What?” he says. “I thought you wanted me to kiss you.”

“No, Javi!” I’m still pushing against him with my hands but he doesn’t budge.

“Come on,” he says with a smug grin on his face. “You didn’t leave your keys inside. You want this.” His mouth encircles mine again, and my pulse starts to race in my chest. It’s not the same reaction I get when Will makes my pulse race. This time it’s more like ght-or- ight mode. I try to scream at him, but his hands are pulling my face into his so hard that I can’t catch a breath. I try to move, but he’s using his body to pin me against his truck, making it impossible for me to break free.

I close my eyes. Think, Layken. Think.

Just as I’m about to bite down on his lip, Javi pulls away from me. But he keeps going backward. Someone is dragging him away from me. He falls to the ground, and Will straddles him, grabs hold of his shirt, and sends a blow straight to Javi’s jaw. Javi falls back to the ground but turns over and pushes off against it, causing Will to stumble backward.

“Stop!” I scream.

Will is knocked to the ground when Javi returns the punch. I’m afraid Javi is going to hit him a second time, so I throw myself between them just as Javi swings a punch intended for Will—straight into my back. I fall forward and land on Will. I try to catch a breath, but I have none. I can’t inhale.

“Lake,” Will says, rolling me onto the ground next to him. His worry is eeting, however, and rage lls his eyes. He grabs the door handle of the car next to us and starts to pull himself up.

“I didn’t mean to hit you, Layken,” Javi says, walking toward me.

I’m on the ground so I don’t see what happens next, but I hear a smack, and I can see Javi’s feet are no longer planted on the ground. I look up just as Will leans over Javi and delivers another punch.

“Will, get off him!” Gavin yells. Gavin is pulling Will back and they both fall to the ground.

Eddie rushes to my side and pulls me upright. “Layken, what happened?” She has her arms around me, and I’m clutching my chest. I know I was hit in the back, but it feels like my lungs are concrete. I’m gasping for air, and I can’t answer her.

Will rustles out of Gavin’s grip and stands up. He walks to me and takes my hand as Eddie scoots out of his way. He pulls me up and puts my arm around his shoulder, wraps his other arm around my waist, and starts walking me forward.

“I’m taking you home,” is all he says.

“Wait,” Eddie yells as she circles to the front of us. “I found your purse.”

I reach out and take it from her and attempt to smile. Her hand goes up to her ear in the shape of a phone and she mouths, “Call me.”

Will assists me into his car and I lean back against the seat. My lungs have re lled with air, but every breath I take feels like I’ve got a knife protruding from my back. I close my eyes and focus on inhaling and exhaling through my nose as we drive away.

Neither one of us speaks. Me, because I can’t. Will because—I don’t know why. We drive in silence until we’re almost to the Ypsilanti city limits.

Will jerks the car to the side of the road and throws it in Park. He punches the steering wheel before he gets out of the car and slams the door. His gure is illuminated by the headlights of the car as he walks away from the vehicle, sporadically kicking at the ground and cursing obscenities. He nally stops and stands with his hands on his hips. His head is leaned back and he’s looking up at the sky, letting the snow fall on his face. He stands like this for a while until he nally makes his way back to the car, sits down, and calmly shuts his door. He puts the car in gear, and we continue to drive in silence.

I’m able to walk, my breathing has returned to normal, and the knife in my back feels more like a lump now. Regardless, he still assists me into his house.

“Lie down on the couch, I’ll get some ice,” he says.

I do as he says. I ease myself stomach rst onto the couch and close my eyes, wondering what in the world just happened to tonight.

I feel his hand on the couch when he kneels down next to me. “Will!” I gasp when I open my eyes and actually see his face. “Your eye.” There’s a trail of blood running down his neck from a gash above his eye.

“It’s ne. I’ll be ne,” he says, leaning over me. “Do you mind?” His hands grasp the bottom edge of my shirt.

I shake my head.

He pulls my shirt up over my back and I feel something cold compress against my skin. He positions the ice pack on top of the injury, then stands and opens the front door, shutting it behind him when he leaves.

He left. He just left without saying a word. I lie there for a few more minutes, expecting him to return right away, but he doesn’t. I roll onto my side and let the pack of ice fall onto the couch. I ease my shirt back down and prepare myself to stand up just as the door bursts open and my mother runs in.

“Lake? Sweetie, are you okay?” She throws her arms around me. Will walks in behind her.

“Mom,” I say weakly. I return her hug and cry.

* * *

“IT’S FINE, MOM, really.” She’s tucking me into my bed, asking me how my back feels for the one hundredth time in the ten minutes that I’ve been home. She smiles and strokes my hair. That’s what I’m going to miss the most about her. The way she strokes my hair and looks at me with so much love in her eyes.

“Will says you got hit in the back. Who hit you?”

I wince as I push myself up against my pillow. “Javi. He’s in my class. He was trying to punch Will, but I got in the way.”

“Why was he trying to punch Will?”

“Because Will punched him. Javi walked me to my Jeep when I left the club. He thought I wanted him to kiss me. I was trying to push him off of me—I couldn’t get him to stop. The next thing I know Will’s on top of him, punching him.”

“That’s awful, Lake. I’m so sorry.” She leans forward and kisses my forehead.

“It’s ne, Mom. I’m ne. I just need some sleep.”

She strokes my head again before she stands up and icks the lights off. “What about Will? What’s he going to do?” she asks before she closes the door.

“I don’t know,” I reply. Because at rst I think her question is referring to what he’s going to do about Javi. But after she shuts the door, I realize she’s asking what he’s going to do about his job.

I lie awake for hours after that, dissecting the situation. We weren’t on school grounds. He was defending me. Maybe Javi won’t say anything. Will did throw the rst punch, though. And the third. And the fourth. And probably would have thrown the fth if Gavin hadn’t walked up when he did. I try to recall every small detail of the entire night, in case I’m asked to defend his actions tomorrow.

* * *

THE NEXT DAY, I wake up to nd Caulder eating cereal in my kitchen with Kel.

“Hey. My brother can’t take us today. Says he has something he has to do.”

“What does he have to do?”

Caulder shrugs. “I dunno. He brought your Jeep home this morning. Then he left again.” A spoonful of Froot Loops goes into his mouth.

* * *

I CAN BARELY sit through my rst two classes. Eddie and I spend second period writing notes back and forth. I told her everything that happened last night. Everything except for Will’s poem.

I feel like I’m oating when we walk to third period. Almost like in my dreams when I’m hovering above myself, watching myself walk. I feel like I’m not in control of my actions, I’m just observing them as they are carried out. Eddie opens the door and walks in rst. I follow slowly behind her and make my way through the classroom. Will isn’t here yet. Neither is Javi. I inhale and I take my seat. The bustling of the conversation among the other classmates is brie y interrupted by a crackling over the intercom.

“Layken Cohen, please report to administration.”

I immediately swing around and look at Eddie. She gives me a half-hearted smile and a thumbs-up. She’s just as nervous as I am.

There are several people in the of ce when I walk in. I recognize the principal, Mr. Murphy, speaking with two men I don’t recognize. When he notices me walk in, he nods and motions for me to follow him through the door. When I enter the room, Will is seated with his arms folded at the table. He doesn’t look up at me. This doesn’t look good.

“Ms. Cohen, please take a seat,” Mr. Murphy says. He seats himself at the head, opposite Will.

I choose the chair closest to me.

“This is Mr. Cruz, Javier’s father,” says Mr. Murphy, motioning toward one of the men I didn’t recognize.

Mr. Cruz is sitting across from me. He stands slightly and reaches across the table and shakes my hand.

“This is Of cer Venturelli,” he says of the other man.

He follows suit and leans across the table, shaking my hand.

“I’m sure you know why you’re here. It is our understanding that there was an incident involving Mr. Cooper that occurred off of school grounds,” he says, pausing in case I need to object. I don’t.

“We would appreciate it if you could tell us your version of events.”

I glance toward Will and he gives me an ever so slight nod, letting me know he wants me to tell the truth. So I do. For ten minutes I explain in honest detail everything that happened last night. Everything except for Will’s poem.

When I’m nished with the details, and the questions have all been asked, I’m released to return to class. As I get up to leave, Mr. Cruz calls after me.

“Ms. Cohen?”

I turn and look at him.

“I just want to say I’m sorry. I apologize for my son’s behavior.”

“Thank you,” I say. I turn and make my way back to the classroom.

A substitute is lling in for Will. She’s an older lady whom I’ve seen in the halls before, so she must also be a teacher here. I quietly take my seat. I can’t think about anything other than Will, and if I’m about to be the reason he loses his job.

When the bell rings, the class begins to le out, and I turn to Eddie.

“What happened?” she says.

I tell her what happened, and that I still don’t know anything. I linger outside the classroom door for a while, waiting for Will to return, but he never does. During fourth period, I realize I’m not in the state of mind to learn anything, so I give myself the rest of the day off.

When I turn onto our street, Will’s car is in his driveway. I pull my Jeep up to the curb and don’t even bother pulling into the driveway. I throw it in park and quickly run across the street. As soon as I’m about to knock on the door, it swings open and Will is standing there with his satchel slung across his shoulder and his jacket on.

“What are you doing here?” he says with a surprised look on his face.

“I saw your car. What happened?”

He doesn’t invite me in. Instead, he walks outside and locks the door behind him. “I resigned. They withdrew my contract.” He continues walking toward his car.

“But you only have eight weeks left of student teaching. It wasn’t your fault, Will. They can’t do that!”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s not like that. I wasn’t red. We just all thought it was best if I nished my student teaching at a different school, away from Javier. I’ve got a meeting with my faculty advisor in half an hour; that’s where I’m headed.” He opens his door and removes his jacket and satchel, throwing them into the passenger seat.

“But what about your job?” I ask as I hold on to the door, not wanting him to shut it. I have so many questions. “So you’re saying you don’t have an income now? What are you going to do?”

He smiles at me and emerges back out of the car and places his hands on my shoulders. “Layken, calm down. I’ll gure it out. But right now, I’ve got to go.” He gets back inside, shuts his door, and rolls down his window.

“If I’m not home in time, can Caulder stay with you guys after school?”

“Sure,” I say.

“We’re leaving pretty early to go to my grandparents’ tomorrow. Can you make sure he doesn’t eat any sugar? He needs to get to bed early,” he says as he slowly backs out of the driveway.

“Sure,” I say.

“And Layken? Calm down.”

“Sure,” I say again.

And he’s gone. Just like that.