No Safety in Numbers (16 page)

It was like the riot had never happened; the mess had been cleaned by the Feds overnight and even the fear was hard to recall, sitting now as Lexi was in the food court, the place where “everyone” hung out, according to Maddie. Lexi noticed that the halls for the most part were devoid of grown-ups. Maybe they’d been scared into hiding. But not the teens.

Ginger was mid-sip and began shaking with laughter. “Sorry,” she mumbled, trying to swallow without snarfing her latte. “Too funny.”

“Fine,” Maddie said. “I’ll tell her.”

Maddie began regaling Lexi with another tale from the History of Irvington Country Day. Apparently, it was not
all tea parties and polo games. The last story ended with, “And then we had to call the fire department because the bonfire lit up the grass clippings in the lawn.”

So this was the life she’d been denied by sticking with video games and computer programming. She’d never seen an entire lawn ablaze before. Maybe everything was more fun when there was a bit of terror lurking in the shadows. Take, for instance, Maddie Flynn. Not the brightest chip on the circuit board, but totally entertaining. Her stories helped distract Lexi from the fact that one floor below, down a short hall, government scientists were figuring out whether or not she had Ebola. (Probably not—she had yet to start bleeding out her eyes.)

Maddie was up on a chair now, imitating the dance some girl had done across the diving board of Tomo’s pool. “And then she totally fell in, drink and all!” Maddie stepped down off the seat.

“Why’d you stop the show?” some asshole hollered from across the food court.

“In your dreams, dickweed,” Maddie screamed back, not even looking.

“How do you put up with it?” Lexi asked.

“Boys are stupid,” Maddie said, swilling more coffee. “They’re always thinking with their crotch.”

“I wish my boobs were worthy of a shout-out,” Ginger said. “But I’d rather have ballet than boobs.”

“I hate it,” Lexi said.

“So a guy likes your tits and says so. Why let it get to you?” Maddie asked, giving Lexi the raised-eyebrow once-over.

“I’m not like you,” Lexi said. Maddie’s eyebrows sunk into a scowl. Lexi scrambled for a better explanation. “I mean, I’m not good with boys.”

Now their interest was piqued.

“Have you ever been kissed?” Ginger asked.

“No.”

Maddie leaned over the table, a wicked smile unfurling across her face. “I dare you to go up to”—she flicked a purple-painted nail—“that table, and offer one of those guys a lap dance.”

Lexi glanced over. The guys at the table were normal-looking. Not her normal guys, but normal-looking by everyone else’s standards: rumpled, chiseled, shaggy-haired. It was only a dance.

“What do I get if I do it?” Lexi asked. An airy feeling expanded through her stomach, sent tingles to her fingers.

“You get to dare me to do something,” Maddie said.

What a proposition: A measly dance for control over Maddie Flynn?
Done and done.
“Fine,” Lexi said.

She stood up. She’d seen movies. She knew what to do. What boys were looking for. So she had never really “danced” before (she and Darren spent middle school dances at home playing Halo online). It couldn’t be that hard. She didn’t have to touch the guy, and he couldn’t touch her—there were rules.
Right?

She was in front of them.

“What?” one of the guys grunted.

Lexi gulped down what felt like an ocean of saliva. “Wh-which one of you would like a lap dance?”

The boys looked at one another, then burst out laughing.
Lexi remained calm. She popped her hip out, giving them a full view of her generous rump. Then she unzipped her hoodie. She was wearing a normal T-shirt, but with her boobs, normal T-shirts were revealing. She pulled the ends of each sleeve and then shimmied (awkwardly) the sweatshirt the rest of the way off.

Now she had their attention. One took the bait. “Okay,” he said. “I mean, why not?”

Lexi glanced over at Maddie and Ginger. They were leaning over the tabletop. Maddie’s hand shooed her on.

Lexi strutted forward, one hand on hip. She slowly walked around the guy’s chair, swishing her ass back and forth, taking it slow to give her more time to think up what to do next. When she reached the front of his chair, she bent forward, shoving her butt in his face.

“Yeah, back up that junk,” one of the guys said.

And at that very moment, she farted.

If she could have deleted herself from the universe, she would have.

Blood pulsed in her ears. She could die of shame or she could own that fart.

She stood straight up and spun around. “That’s what you get for calling my body junk,” she said.

“Oh, foul!” the boys said, waving their hands in front of their faces. “Dude, you got played!”

Lexi picked up her hoodie, swung it jauntily over her shoulder, and sashayed back to the gaping Maddie and Ginger.

“Holy shit!” Maddie said, laughing.

“That was totally gross!” Ginger said, eyes wide with awe.

Maddie flopped back into her chair. “Did you really do that on purpose?” she asked.

A billion butterflies batted their wings against Lexi’s belly. She was light-headed.

“Hell yeah, I did.” Lexi said. There were moments in which one should tell the truth. This was not one of them. She was cool. She was in control. She turned to Maddie. “Now it’s my turn. I dare you to do that dance again on the chair.”

“
La
-ame,” Maddie sang.

Lexi dug into her brain—to what depths did one have to sink to impress someone like Maddie?

“Fine,” she said. “I dare you to streak the ice-skating rink.”

Maddie’s eyes sparkled. “You are on.”

They’d been at it all day, and Lexi was exhausted. Maddie had gotten a rash from falling butt-naked onto the ice, Ginger was wanted by the saleslady at Sephora for stealing lipsticks, and Lexi had slid on her stomach all the way down a bowling lane, knocking over the pins with her head (seven-ten split), and was now banned from playing there for life. They’d been at it all day, and Lexi was exhilarated.

After a dinner spent recounting the day’s insanity, they’d retired to Abercrombie, where the other resident teens had begun to gather.

Lexi turned to Maddie. “Truth: How many of these guys have you kissed?”

Maddie waved her hand around. “Truth sucks. Give me a dare.”

“Truth or dare,” a male voice cooed. “My kind of game.”

Three boys materialized out of the pheromone-laced shadows.

“Welcome to the naughty circle,” Maddie said, patting the floor beside her and batting her bedroom eyes.

The boys inserted themselves between Lexi and Maddie. One eyed Lexi’s chest, then looked her in the eye and gave her a chin jut of approval. Lexi’s skin crawled.

“I dare you,” Maddie said, pointing at one of the boys, “to take off your shirt.”

The guy smiled, checked in with his bros on either side, then lifted his tee, revealing abs the likes of which Lexi had only glimpsed on a screen.

More kids appeared. There was nothing like a sex game to lure in the masses.

“Me next,” a newcomer said. “I dare you”—he pointed to a blond girl in a tank—“to take off your clothes.”

She giggled, then began peeling off her top.

The room felt too dark. The racks of clothes pressed in on Lexi.

“Now me,” said the underwear-clad girl. “I dare you to kiss her.” She pointed at a brunette in a sweater who blushed, but leaned forward, eager.

Lexi did not want her first kiss to be the result of a dare. Some sloppy, slimy, droolfest across the wood floor of an Abercrombie.

The two kissed. Somewhere in the shadows, a kid coughed. The word
Ebola
flashed in neon behind Lexi’s eyes.

This was dangerous. There were germs, people. The two kissers separated. The girl licked her lips. The boy sneezed.

This game was like fucking Russian roulette.

Maddie was on the other side of the circle, but Ginger was still next to Lexi. She seemed to be intently watching the game, leaning forward after each dare like she was hoping some guy would notice her.

“We have to get out of here,” Lexi whispered into Ginger’s ear.

“Huh?” Ginger glanced at her. “Don’t worry,” she said. “If you don’t want to do it, just say ‘Pass.’”

“It’s not that,” Lexi said. “I mean, it is that, but it’s something more.”

Ginger looked at her. “Okay, what?”

From across the circle: “I dare those two to kiss.” He was pointing at Lexi and Ginger.

Ginger blanched.

Lexi grabbed Ginger’s arm, dragging her to her feet. “We pass.” She pulled Ginger into a pool of shadow. Hoots of disappointment burst from the circle.

“What are you doing?” Ginger said, wrenching her arm from Lexi’s grasp.

“Saving your life.” Lexi was trying to be vague. She wouldn’t be divulging any secrets so long as she was vague.

“What are you talking about?” Ginger asked. She was getting mad now. She glanced at the circle. Another couple was kissing.

“The security situation,” Lexi said. She instantly had Ginger’s attention.

“Did your mom tell you something?”

How to say as little as possible…

“The medical teams,” Lexi blurted. “They think there’s
something in the air, like we’re infected with something.”

Ginger’s eyes teared up. “Are we going to die?”

“No,” Lexi said, covering. “No, it’s just that you could get sick. I mean, they have cures for the stuff, but you don’t want to go through that.”

“Oh my god,” she said. She looked at the circle. “We should tell them, stop them.”

Lexi grabbed her arm before she could move. “No!” She scrambled for a reason. “No, I mean, my mom said that they were just going to cure everyone without saying anything, to avoid freaking people out. That—that’s actually what the testing is. But you still don’t want to get the illness. We should go.” Lexi began walking toward the exit.

Ginger followed. “I need to call my dad.”

“They shut down the phones and the Internet.”

“But your scanner,” Ginger said, pleading. “It’s like those things truckers have, right?”

“Your dad’s a lawyer, not a trucker.” They were in the well-lit hall now. Lexi’s breathing slowed. She felt calmer.
Why didn’t I think of using a CB before?

“But maybe we can reach a trucker, maybe they can call my dad.” Ginger grabbed her arm, pulled Lexi around to face her. “I need to talk to him.”

The girl was white as death. All Lexi had wanted was to get out of the store. She owed Ginger something. And didn’t Ginger’s dad deserve to know at least that Ginger was all right?

“I have a friend, Darren,” Lexi said. “He used to have a CB radio, built it from one of those kits. Maybe I can reach him, and he can call your dad.”

Ginger threw her arms around Lexi. “Thank you,” she
said, then she pulled away, blushing. “Sorry,” she said. “I guess we shouldn’t hug anymore.”

“No,” Lexi said. An oil slick of regret began to bubble in her gut.

Lexi bought a portable CB radio (Dad was going to blow a transistor when he got his credit card bill) and led Ginger to a quiet corner in the home section of the JCPenney (far from the Senator’s prying ears). They took some fake LED candles from a Halloween display to light the way. It wasn’t Lights Out yet, but the staff had switched off half the lights. Someone snored nearby.

Nestled in a pile of throw pillows, Lexi clicked to the channel she and Darren had used as kids. “DMaster?” she whispered into the mic. “You out there?”

“This feels like a séance,” Ginger said, slinking closer to Lexi.

“Darren?” she said again.

“Lexi?” He was there. He was waiting for her.

She felt a tear trickle down her cheek. “It’s me,” she said, smiling just to hear his voice.

“I left the radio on, in case you remembered. What’s going on in there?” he asked. “The news people are talking dirty bombs.”

“It’s not a dirty bomb,” Lexi said. Then instantly regretted it.

“Shit, you know what’s going on?”

Why didn’t he ask if she was okay? Shouldn’t that have been his first question?

“Look, everything’s going to be fine,” she said. “I need you to do me a favor.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said. “So what’s it like in there? Are people going crazy?”

For all their years of friendship, did he even know her? Did he even care?

“It’s totally normal,” Lexi said. “Like any other day at the mall.” She let go of the
TALK
button.

“Why are you lying to him?” Ginger said. “I thought he was your best friend.”

The CB crackled. “That sucks,” he said. “These past couple days, I had kinda wished I’d gone to the mall with you. It sounded like it might have been cool.”

“Being trapped in the CommerceDome is suddenly cool?” Lexi asked.

“At least it would be different.”

This was how shitty their lives had become. Exile in a mall was better than their daily existence on the outside.

“Ask him about my dad,” Ginger said, reminding Lexi of why they’d bothered contacting Darren.

Lexi clicked the
TALK
button. “I need you to call someone for me and say exactly what I tell you to, okay?”

“Can’t he go and get my dad?” Ginger said, tears beginning to form in her eyes. “Can’t I talk to him myself?”

“Would your dad really follow some random kid he doesn’t know home to use his CB?”

Ginger wilted. “I guess not.”

The CB squeaked. “Who am I calling?” Darren asked.

“My friend wants to talk to her dad,” Lexi answered.

Ginger said the number.

“It’s ringing,” Darren said.

When the line picked up, Ginger began dictating to Darren. There were several minutes of back and forth establishing
that this call was for real, and then Ginger sobbed to her parents about how she was fine and that they all couldn’t be trapped in here for much longer because the government people were curing everyone.

“Curing everyone?” Darren said.

“Yeah,” Ginger said. “Tell my dad the security situation is some disease, but they’re curing it and then we can all go free.”

The icy fingers of the oil slick strangled Lexi from within.