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Authors: Matt de La Peña

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I Will Save You

BOOK: I Will Save You
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ALSO BY MATT DE LA PEÑA

Ball Don’t Lie

Mexican WhiteBoy

We Were Here

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Text copyright © 2010 by Matt de la Peña

Grateful acknowledgment is made to Hal Leonard Corporation for permission to reprint lyrics from “I Didn’t Understand,” words and music by Elliott Smith, copyright © 1998 by Universal Music-Careers and Spent Bullets Music. All rights administered by Universal Music-Careers. International copyright secured. All rights reserved.

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Peña, Matt de la.
I will save you / Matt de la Peña. — 1st ed.
p. cm.
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Kidd Ellison runs away to work for the summer at a beach campsite in California where his hard work and good looks lead to friendship and love but painful past memories surface in menacing ways.
eISBN: 978-0-375-89742-9 [1. Emotional problems—Fiction. 2. Schizophrenia—Fiction. 3. Mental illness—Fiction. 4. Cardiff by the Sea (Encinitas, Calif.)—Fiction.] I. Title.
PZ7.P3725Iam 2010

[Fic]—dc22
2010021186

Random House Children’s Books supports the First Amendment and celebrates the right to read.

v3.1

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Contents

Cover
Other Books by this Author
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
First Page
Acknowledgments
About the Author

 

You once talked to me about love
and you painted pictures of
a never-never land
And I could’ve gone to that place,
but I didn’t understand
I didn’t understand
—E
LLIOTT
S
MITH
,
“I Didn’t Understand”

I was on the beach
with everybody else, all of us in hoodie sweatshirts and flip-flops, waiting for the grunion to run how the papers and news-show people all talked about.

It only happens a few times a year, late at night, and goes like this:

Post–full moon and after high tide the entire beach goes silver like a thousand tiny mirrors with female grunion fish riding swells onto shore and scurrying up the sand and digging in with their tails, and then the males, sometimes seven or eight at a time, wrapping around the females and releasing their milt and then all of them scurrying back to sea together, leaving their eggs buried in the sand to hatch during a future post-full-moon high tide.

I read it in the paper at the campsite coffee shop.

In one picture from last summer the whole beach was shimmering, like a rich woman’s dress going down a red carpet. Before I left the shop, Lea, one of the workers, cut out the picture for me with scissors and now it was with me on the beach, folded up and stuck inside the pages of my philosophy of life book. Next to the good-luck tiger whisker I planned to give Olivia.

I flipped the book open and looked at the picture and the whisker and got excited all over again.

Since the entire event was supposed to last less than a minute we were all just standing around, waiting, saying how cool it was gonna be, even Mr. Red, my boss, and Peanut, the campsite dog.

Then I looked up the cliff.

And I saw it.…

Devon sitting with Olivia at the top of the stairs, talking close like flirting people talk.

I choked on breath.

I almost squatted down on the not-yet-silver sand ’cause my knees went wobbly and I couldn’t tell which way was up, like when a wave takes you underneath and spins you around the ocean’s washing machine.

Olivia and Devon.

Together.

The beach sky was black except for a moon oval that lit up their position on the cliff like a stage spotlight in some romantic play, and I set right off for them, my heart knocking in my chest and stomach and even my neck. My philosophy of life book shaking in my hand. I walked at first like everything was normal ’cause I knew if Mr. Red thought something was happening he’d call me back and take off his old sombrero and fire off question after question (“What’s going on, big guy? You all right? Somebody stressing you out?”).

When I made it around the bend I jogged, then I ran up the stairs, two at a time, thinking I had to get to her before something happened and what if something happened.

I saw them through the bushes and stopped cold.

Peanut ran into the back of my leg.

Devon slowly tracing the mark on Olivia’s cheek, the one she showed
me
, and her just letting him.

“You can’t do it,” I said under my breath.

Olivia didn’t turn to look at me.

But Devon did.

Devon stared and even got a tiny grin on his face and I
told him: “Get away from her!” But he didn’t get away from her. Instead he ran his fingers through her long blond hair and leaned in to whisper something in her diamond-earringed ear and then kissed her a real kind of kiss, like two people who were committed together as a couple.

She kissed back.

Somebody else’s tiger whisker was already pinched between her thumb and forefinger. A shopping bag and card by their feet in the dirt.

My whole body lost its feeling and then went jumpy, like I was freezing cold, but I was in my hoodie sweatshirt and warm. I clenched my jaw to stop its chattering and made my face into steel. Then I crashed through the bushes and started marching toward them, one foot up and down and then the other up and down like I was going into a war, wearing my fatigues and a rifle on my shoulder, never taking my eyes off Devon, who was still looking back at me even though he was kissing Olivia.

I stopped in front of them and Olivia still didn’t look at me. I was some kind of ghost that made no tracks in the sand, or that Jesus poem “Footprints,” but then I reached out and took Devon by the hood of his sweatshirt and moved him away from the only girl I’ve ever loved or ever will.

I shoved him from the steps toward the part of the cliff where the fence was weakest. I should know ’cause I fixed the whole thing with Mr. Red earlier in the summer and this was where we ran out of material and had to just leave the old part. This was where Mr. Red shook his head and told me, pointing at the fence, how the only thing between some person and falling forty feet down the ice plant face of the cliff
to the beach and his most likely death was whether or not he was stupid enough to test it.

I walked me and Devon toward that test, him by the hood of his sweatshirt and me gritting my teeth, still clutching my philosophy of life book, meaning this more than anything I’d ever meant, and Olivia screamed: “Oh, my God, Kidd! What are you doing!”

“I can’t let anybody hurt you,” I told her.

“Kidd! You’re scaring me again!”

When I turned and looked at her, something wild leapt in her eyes, out-of-control flames that no amount of fireman’s water could’ve ever extinguished or even slowed down.

My heart lowered its head, ashamed.

Olivia.

For a second I got confused and thought, Am I maybe wrong to do this?

“Please!” she said. “Kidd!”

“I have to make sure you’re okay.”

“Why do you keep saying that? Nobody’s hurting me.”

But I already had Devon’s back against the part of the fence that wasn’t new, and he was grinning in my face ’cause of his death drive, and he told me: “So, here we are, eh, Kidd? I knew you’d show up.”

His laugh.

Him looking down the cliff, at all the people on the sand.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” he said. “All of these people here, man. They think they’re better than us.”

I was only half listening, though, the other half still seeing Olivia’s trembling lip behind me, which made me think of my mom’s trembling lip when she sat across from me at the
kitchen table the day I turned ten, seven years ago. Saying how I was a man now and how I deserved the truth about my genes and what was about to happen with her and my dad. I remembered her long-nailed fingers digging into her own hands and her right knee going up and down and up and down, the poor man’s shake Mr. Red calls it whenever he catches mine doing the exact same thing around his campfire—usually ’cause I’m thinking about myself and if I’m good enough for Olivia.

My mom looked at me that birthday morning like she was telling me something brand-new about my dad, and to protect her feelings I acted like I didn’t know.

“I’ll do it,” I said to Devon, making my face into the hardest possible frown.

“You won’t.”

“I will.”

“You won’t.”

“I have to.”

Peanut stared up at me, his tongue going and one of his ears standing in a point like it was hearing something too high for humans.

“Kidd, stop!” Olivia said.

She took two short breaths and told me: “Just—just come back here a minute. I wanna talk to you.”

Olivia was pretending calmness now, her voice quieter and deeper and more desperate. Her eyes darting in their sockets and her lip still going like my mom’s lip when she sat me down in front of my ten-candle cake and said how I had a right to know and how I was a man now.

“They may have just stuck you in this special program at
school, honey, but I know you’re just as smart as you ever were. Now I want you to listen, okay?”

Her pushing loose strands of long black hair behind her ears and glancing at the ceiling and taking a deep breath. When she looked back at me her eyes all jittery and building tears.

“This is who you are,” she said. “And you can never forget that.”

I watched that first tear slide down my mom’s cheek and fall onto the collar of her light blue shirt in a circle, that part going instantly darker.

Below me and Devon the ocean massive and making its constant fuzzy sound and yawning up onto the already wet sand and then rolling back into itself, all its secret eternity buried beneath and calm like Olivia was pretending to be calm behind us, and its whispering of how meaningless the three of us were above it on the cliff, the sand still not silver like the picture folded in my book, but dull and gray and sad.

I stood there, gripping Devon’s sweatshirt.

My philosophy of life book, on the ground now, with all my answers and me with no time to read ’em.

“Please,” Olivia said in a tiny voice.

“You won’t,” Devon said.

“I have to,” I said, and I drove him harder into the weak part of the fence until it broke like I knew it would break and I shoved him down the cliff and watched his body bounce-tumble-fall-stretch-fetal-thud into the thick sad sand and lay motionless, and everybody who was once waiting for grunion
was now racing to his side and touching his arm, his back, his leg, and looking up the cliff at me and Olivia.

Peanut took off down the stairs.

I studied Olivia’s hysterical crying face as she hurried to the edge of the small cliff and crumpled to her knees, sobbing and looking down at Devon’s limp body and screaming “No!” and then looking at me and shouting my name, “Kidd!”

Over and over like that.

“Kidd!”

“Kidd!”

A bad feeling slowly dripping into my stomach, warm, and how I couldn’t move or feel anything.

But then I pictured what Mr. Red said. “A man’s gotta take care of his woman.” I’d just put it as #5 in my philosophy of life book.

And that was all I did.

Take care of Olivia.

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