Pink & Green is the New Black (22 page)

“Why not?” Erica asks.

“That doesn't really matter now,” Sunny says. “But the costumes for the Pink Ladies are great. We'll obviously be very pink. And we can get fabulous fifties makeup to go along with it.”

“I like it,” Zoe says, looking to Erica for approval. I bet
every night, Zoe has to text Erica a picture of the outfit she plans to wear the next day. Or maybe they just video-chat the night before.

“It sounds okay,” Erica says. “Honestly, I don't really even care anymore. This whole thing has been exhausting.”

“So it's a yes?” I yelp. “Yay! This is gonna be awesome!”

We all ignore Erica's negative attitude and move forward with our plans. I bring up how we could shop for costumes online or at thrift stores, and then Zoe says, “No, no. no. My mom has, like, fifty closets full of clothes she's used for shoots and stuff. We'll look there. And if not, she can call one of her people. They'll hook us up.”

“That is so amazing,” Sunny says. “Thank you!”

“Yup. Trust me. We're gonna look fabulous.”

Erica groans, “Whatever,” and we all leave the bathroom.

We have about a week to get the costumes in order, but that seems like enough time. It's all coming together.

When I get home from school, Yamir is sitting on my front porch. At first I think my eyes are playing tricks on me. But no, he's really there. He's wearing his big navy winter coat. He has his hood up and his gloves on, but he still looks like he's freezing. Who knows how long he's been out here. Mom and Grandma are at the pharmacy late these days, taking care of
the new shipments and hiring a few backup pharmacists so they can take more time off.

“I thought you'd never come home,” he says as soon as he sees me.

I look at my watch. “School just got out twenty minutes ago. I got a ride home from Zoe's mom, so that's why I'm here so early.”

“Oh. I forgot. High school ends at 2:26.”

“That's a very exact time.” I sit down on the rocking chair next to him.

“Aren't you wondering why I'm here?” He looks at me, but I don't look at him. I can't, for some reason. Maybe it's because I still don't believe he's really here, sitting on my porch, sitting next to me.

I nod.

“What happened with us, Luce-Juice?” he asks in the softest, sweetest voice I've ever heard him use.

“You really need to ask that?” I finally look at him.

“Yeah.”

Are boys born with only half the brain that girls are born with? Does it grow over time? I don't understand how he doesn't get it.

“Yamir, you ignored me for weeks.”

“I was busy.”

“So then tell me you're busy,” I say, as matter-of-fact as can be. “Don't just ignore me.”

“It seems like the kind of thing you'd figure out. Like, why would I just ignore you for no reason?”

“I thought you didn't like me anymore.”

“Why would I just stop liking you?” he looks at me again and I look at him, and I think he has been genuinely confused this whole time. “You're Lucy.”

“I know who I am.” I didn't mean for that to come out rude, but I'm not sure what to say. He needs to know it's not cool to just ignore someone. And then it dawns on me. What if I'm doing that same exact thing with Travis? Ignoring him until he gets tired of it? I need to make sure I'm not.

“Well, I still think about you,” he says. “I mean, I've been sitting out here freezing for forty-five minutes.”

“Sorry about that,” I say.

“I still think about you a lot.” He inches his rocking chair closer to mine and nudges me with his shoulder.

“That's good to know. But I think I also deserve an apology.” He can't go around thinking he can behave any way he wants and that I'll always just be here waiting. I wouldn't be able to respect myself if I acted like that.

“I deserve an apology too,” he says. “You and that Travis kid? Come on.”

“What?”

“Oh, don't
what
me. You were totally spending time with him, when I thought we were still together.”

“How can we be together if we don't talk for weeks and weeks?” I huff. This is exhausting.

“We're going around in circles, Luce-Juice.” He smiles a little, but I don't. I don't find any of this funny.

“Well, we obviously disagree. So let's just talk about it another time.” I stand up. “You can come in if you need to warm up.”

“That's okay,” he says to my back. “I'll just see you around.”

I go inside and replay that conversation over and over in my head. It's good to know he thinks about me, but until he realizes what he did wrong, we can never work.

I used to think that Yamir could read my mind and know exactly how I was feeling. But maybe I shouldn't expect that. Clearly he's not getting it. Maybe one day he will. But for now, I need to accept that Lucy and Yamir are two individual people, doing our own things, apart from each other.

It doesn't matter what we used to be. We aren't that way anymore.

Lucy's tip for surviving eighth grade:

Be appreciative when others do for you.

With only two days to go
until the Masquerade, Sunny and I go to Zoe's house to try on our costumes. In a way it feels like I've been waiting forever for this, and in another way it feels like it just snuck up on me.

“So, you girls like the costumes?” Zoe's mom asks. She's wearing skinny jeans and a button-down shirt. I bet she was a model back in the day.

“Oh yeah. Amazing,” I answer. “How did you pull this off so quickly?”

“Let's just say I have connections.” She winks.

We all have the signature pink jackets with the words “Pink Ladies” written on the back. We'll wear black leggings underneath, with a black T-shirt, and we'll get our hair and makeup done to match the girls in
Grease
.

“We look so awesome,” Erica says. “I can't even believe it!”

“I can believe it!” I shriek. “We're hot.”

Everyone bursts out laughing, and it feels like we're in some kind of alternate universe. Sunny and I having fun with Erica Crane—how did we get here? I don't even know.

We're parading in front of Zoe's full-length mirror with our Pink Ladies jackets on when Zoe's phone starts ringing, to the melody of a Taylor Swift song.

“Who is it?” Erica asks. She always needs to know who's calling, even when it's not her phone. It's kind of an obsession.

“Gavin,” Zoe says. “Hey, Gav,” she says into the phone. “What's up?”

Gav?
Is she for real?

Erica huffs and walks into Zoe's bathroom and closes the door. I guess she's annoyed that Zoe has a boyfriend and she doesn't. Who knows. I can't dwell on it. We have the costumes we wanted, and we already agreed that no one is bringing a date. All I need is for things to go smoothly at the spa on the day of the event, and I'll be happy.

Well, as happy as I can be without Yamir.

“Just trying on our costumes,” Zoe says. “Me, Erica, Lucy, and Sunny.”

Zoe looks at me and then turns away. “Yeah, Lucy's here.”

Uh-oh. I don't even know what they're talking about, but I don't like the sound of it.

“Sure, yeah. Come over. We'll order pizza or something.”

Oh no. Now I know I don't like the sound of it.

“Yeah, bring Evan too.” She pauses. “He does? Oh, fab. She'll be so psyched.”

Zoe hangs up, and all I can think about is finding some kind of escape route out of here.

“Sunny,” I whisper while Zoe goes to get Erica out of her bathroom. “Do you know what's going on?”

“No. Evan said he had to help his mom clean out the basement.” She shrugs. “But don't worry. We'll just hang out in a group.”

Sunny's looking at her phone, not paying attention to me.

Erica and Zoe come out of the bathroom. Erica's been crying and she smells like Zoe's fancy perfume. I'm not sure the two things go together, but at least she smells nice.

“You're never going to believe this,” Erica says.

Sunny and I look up.

“Hunter Adelson is coming over here. Right now.”

“What?” I ask. Hunter's one of those boys in our grade who everyone has a secret crush on. He's always been nice and cute and smart. He's like the perfect boy, basically, but he never goes out with anyone. He just does his own thing.

“You heard me,” Erica says. “He's been hanging out with Gavin. And he's coming here now. Zoe says he likes me.”

“Really?” I ask, trying to hide the shock in my voice. Clearly this is bad news. Now is not the time for anyone to like Erica. She'll try to revoke our no-dates plan. And Hunter Adelson? He can't really like Erica. Has he lost his mind? I mean, she's nicer now, sure, but she's not that nice.

“Yup,” Zoe says. “Lucy, come into my bathroom. I need to show you this blush.”

Something seriously weird is going on, but I follow Zoe into the bathroom. She closes the door, and I feel bad that Sunny's left in Zoe's room alone with Erica.

“Okay, so Hunter doesn't really
like
like Erica. I mean, he doesn't dislike her. But the thing is, she's been so down. And all the other boys are coming over. You, me, and Sunny have boyfriends, and she doesn't. So Gavin said he'd bring Hunter, and I may have just told a white lie. But
shh
. We're all just gonna hang out together anyway. What difference does it make?”

We hear Sunny yell, “What's going on in there?” and I know that this day is going to deteriorate fast. First, I need to make sure Travis knows he's not my boyfriend. Second, I'm scared about what Erica's going to do to Hunter Adelson. Or to Zoe, when she figures out that Zoe made up the whole thing.

“Let's go,” I say.

“Do you understand?” Zoe puts her hands on my shoulders, looking serious and kind of scary. “Just go with it, okay?”

I almost tell her that I pretty much broke up with Travis the other day, but then Erica starts complaining about her outfit and how she needs to borrow a skirt of Zoe's, and Zoe gets all panicked and we leave the bathroom.

Things are going to be fine. I tell myself that over and over again. I wish all of this wasn't happening two days before the Masquerade, but it is, and I can deal with it.

Zoe's mom knocks on the door. “Zo, I have to run out and take care of a few things. You okay here? Dad should be home by seven.”

“Oh yeah.” Zoe smiles. “We're fine.” She doesn't mention the group of four boys that's on the way here right now. Does her mom know? For some reason this secrecy makes me even more nervous.

When her mom leaves, Zoe closes the door and whispers, “I'm so glad you didn't say anything about the boys. My mom's cool, but not about stuff like that. She'd freak out if she knew they were all coming over. But I knew she was going out. And my dad always gets home late.”

So clearly I had reason to be nervous.

Breathe, Lucy. Breathe. Travis was cool with everything. He didn't seem fazed or upset about it. So I have no idea why I'm freaking out right now.

Lucy's tip for surviving eighth grade:

Realize that even the worst times end eventually.

The boys arrive, and at first
everything is fine. We go into Zoe's den and put on some old cartoon, and we're all just sitting on the couches hanging out and talking. Zoe brings in some soda and pita chips and hummus, and I start to calm down.

Everything is going to be fine.

But then, things change.

Sunny and Evan decide to “go for a walk,” even though it's thirty degrees outside. Clearly they're not walking very far, probably just upstairs to the computer room to be alone. Sunny and Evan have been together so long that no one really pays attention to them. They're kind of like an old married couple, but a happy one.