What a Boy Needs (29 page)

Priscilla pulls open the sliding glass door and steps onto the balcony. It's a nice room. Way nicer than I could afford without them. My brain is yelling, screaming and cursing at me to tell her. To stop being such a pussy and tell this girl what I feel. What's in my
head.
Maybe she can block out Mike's voice. Hell, block out my own.

Pushing off the table, I follow her. My hands are sweating and I'm breathing hard, but when I try to speak, my voice hardly comes out. "How can you think that?"
How can you n not know you're more than enough? You're everything.

"How can I not?" She doesn't bother to turn around. She's looking out over the edge of the balcony. A wind slides over her, making her hair blow. "No matter what I do, it's never the right thing.
Never the right key to get inside you."

Suddenly, I'm angry. My fists tighten. My heart pounds harder. My head hurts. I'm pissed at Mike.
At Mom.
At
who
the hell ever my dad is. I'm pissed at me.

And when my mouth opens, I can't hold it back. I don't know if I want to stop all the words that start to pour out.

"What do you want me to tell you, Priscilla?
That my dad is an asshole who hates me?
That I've spent my whole life hearing how I'm a piece of shit? That I'll never amount to anything? That I'm not worth anything? That he calls me every name in the book?"

Her body freezes, but I just keep going.

"
M
y mom did nothing to stop it. My fucking
mom,
who is supposed to love me and take care of me, but
she loved him more!

"Do you want to hear about how his voice is always in my head? Always making sure I know my friends are better than me and he's better than me. That the whole damn world is better than me! No matter what I do, I can't stop hearing it!"

I feel like I'm going to burst out of my skin. My body is on fire. I'm burning from the inside out, but I just keep going. 

"I broke my hand on his face when he told me he isn't even my dad, did you know that? That some stranger has tortured me my whole life and my mom let him? That my real dad didn't give a shit about me either, but I still carry his fucking address in my pocket everywhere I go? What kind of man does that?"

At this she turns. Her eyes are red, swollen, as tears pour down her face. I want to kiss them away and be angry at her for them at the same time.

"Don't you do
that.
Don't look at me like you feel sorry for me. Not you, Priscilla. That's exactly what I don't want!"

I try to turn away, but she grabs my arm so tightly her nails dig into my bicep. "He's wrong! I don't care what he says, he's wrong about you, Jaden. How can you not see how incredible you are?"

Her words make me suck in a deep breath because I want them to be true. I want to use them to battle his, to break them down and stab them until only hers remain, but his have a harder punch. Yell louder.

"Do you not see how much Sebastian loves you? He's your best friend. It's killing him to think of you leaving.
And Aspen?
You stuck up for her when Bastian hurt her. You stood by her. How many guys would do that, Jay? How many would back up their best friend's ex, even if she was right?"

I shake my head. "Anyone would have! He hurt her and I knew he cared about her. That was nothing."

She takes a step toward me, still crying, but I can see her trying to be strong.

"It was something.
And Courtney?
She loves you like a son.
Roger, too."

"Not your parents."

Another step closer.

"That's their problem. Not yours. Jaden, you have such a huge heart. You—"

"They didn't want me," pulls out of my throat again. The words are broken and painful and I hate them, but they're true.

Another step.
I feel her and smell her.

"
I
want you. I need you to know that. Those other people—they don't know you. Or they won't see you.
I
see you. To me, you're everything."

Everything?
Something?
Anything?
All those words make me feel incredible. Make me wonder if she could be right. And she sees me? How many times have I thought that about her? "Why?
Why me?"

I don't even have to explain my question because she gets it.
Gets me.
"Because you're you.
Because you'd hurt yourself before you'd hurt someone else.
Because you're an awesome friend and an incredible son.
You fought for me, and took care of me."

"I hurt you."

"You hurt you more."

I manage to lift my hand to cup her cheek and brush away some of the tears there. There's nothing like it. Like being the one to wipe her tears. That alone makes me feel like something.

Priscilla covers my hand with hers. Heat fuses us together.

"Nothing's the same without you, Jay. Senior year wasn't the same. This trip wouldn't have been the same. New York won't be the same."

It's amazing—the thought that I can make a difference or people can care about me that much. I don't know if I believe it, but I know I want to. I want to more than anything.

I jump when a loud boom explodes and then reds and blues fill the sky. The fireworks from the Navy Pier light out over the water. Ignite the sky, the same way her words ignite inside me.

Priscilla turns around and leans into me, her head resting against my chest. My arms wrap around her, holding her as tight as I can.

And we watch.

I'm still confused.
Lost.
Mike's voice is still there and Pris' parents are still there and the paper in my pocket still haunts me, but somehow, I don't feel as empty inside. I don't feel quite as alone in it. My words connect us now and give me a strength I didn't know they would. Is it like that for everyone? Trusting in someone and letting them see the monsters inside you? I don't know. All I know is it is with her.

"It kind of feels like they're just for us," she says as more fireworks pop and crack and color the night.

I don't know how I'll feel tomorrow, or in an hour, or five minutes. I don't know if Mike's voice will flare up or if I'll freak out again, but right now, in this second, it feels like more than the fireworks are for us. It feels like everything is.

When they're over she turns in my arms, looking up at me. Not knowing what I should do, I try to step back. "No," she says. So I don't. I keep holding her and we stand there. "I love you, Jaden. Maybe that's the wrong thing to say, but I always have. I said you should trust me, so
I'm trusting
you and I'm telling you. I love you."

Before he fell for Aspen, Sebastian didn't believe in love. I always wanted to—I just didn't know if I was worthy of it. But when she says it? This girl who can do anything? It's like a law. If she can love me, I must be worth something, right?

It's probably the wrong thing to do, but I answer her by putting my mouth to hers. I kiss her slowly, trying to show her exactly what I can't manage to say.

Her mouth opens and I dip my tongue inside. Then she does the same thing. My hand buries in her hair and hers knots in my shirt and she whimpers like she needs more of me. That one kiss travels the length of my body. My body is on fire in a different way now.
A needy way.
Priscilla stokes the fire as her mouth moves down my neck, kissing me there. I do the same to her, give and take, her then me.
Her then me.

Stepping backward, I stumble into the room. We're still attached and still kissing. Right now, everything is silent. There's only her and me. This is different than any other time I've kissed her.
Any other time I've done anything with any other girl.

When I move her shirt to the side to press my lips to her shoulder, she pulls away. "I'm sorry." The last thing I want to do is push her. I'm happy doing this.

But she only smiles at me and then hooks her hand in the bottom of her shirt and pulls it over her head.

Not going to lie, my eyes probably bulge out of my head. My shorts feel way tighter behind the zipper than they ever have to see her like this.
Standing there in shorts and a purple bra against her skin.
That she wants me—Jaden Sinclair, the fuck up—to see her this way.

I'm frozen. It's embarrassing to admit I can hardly move as she lifts my shirt. I actually gasp when her hand brushes my skin, and then she pulls it over my head and tosses it to the floor. Open your mouth, Sinclair. Tell her this is a bad idea. Think with the right head. But it's so hard because she's so beautiful and this is the girl I've wanted forever. The girl I never thought could really, really want me
back .
"Priscilla, I don't know..." I want to shout the words and steal them back at the same time. Stab myself for taking the risk that she might agree, but proud of myself too.

"I do." And then she puts her hands behind her back to take off her bra.

My brain ceases to work. My body hums to life. A damn electrical storm is coming to life beneath my skin.

"I—"

She cuts me off. "I'm a big girl, Jaden. I know what I want." Her voice shakes a little, but in her eyes I can see she's serious.

I close my eyes. Right or wrong, there's no way I can walk away from this.
From her.

My hands find her arms and gently pull them away from her bra. I can tell she's about to argue with me, but stops when I reach around her and close the sliding glass door.

I step behind her, push her hair out of the way, and kiss her shoulder. Little bumps pop up all over her skin. I kiss her again as my hands start to work the clasp on her bra. As I open it, slide the straps down her arms.

I can't believe this is happening. That I'm here with her—like this.

I'm scared to death I won't be able to make it last.

When it drops to the floor, I step around her again. Look at her because there is absolutely nowhere else my eyes can be right now.

"
Dios
," Is the first word that comes out of my mouth, which is absolutely ridiculous. She's the one who talks Spanish, not me, but it's all I have.

She giggles nervously.

"You're beautiful," I tell her.

And then I lead her to the bed.

***

Priscilla's hand is on my bare chest, her head resting on my arm. We're laying here, quiet for what feels like ten years. I want to ask her if she's okay. If she regrets it, regrets me, but I'm too freaked out by what she might say, so I just hold her and stroke her and try not to concentrate on seeing her and what we did over and over in my head.

"Jaden?" she finally says after who knows how long.

"Yeah?"

"I...I want to tell you I'm sorry. All those times I call you names.
When I say stupid or idiot.
I didn't mean it. Not really. It's just—"

"Hey. No worries. It's cool. I like it when I make you all feisty like that."

She doesn't laugh like I want her to.

"It's not right. I shouldn't have said it because you're none of those things. It's wrong and I'm sorry."

The things this girl does to me. I'm on fire here. I actually think I want to cry. I don't remember the last time I did that, and I won't let myself now, but she's so freaking incredible.

"I'm sorry, too.
For almost kissing you at the party—actually, for not kissing you at the party.
For being so weak this whole year.
I should have trusted you. I do, I mean. It's just—"

"It's okay.
just
don't shut me out. No matter what, we're friends, Jay.
Always."

More time passes and we lay there. I think about her clothes on the floor and her bare body under the blanket. More than that I think about all the laughs we've had and the fun. All the years we've known each other and all the good things that have happened. Of the way I would do anything for her and the fact that I think she would do anything for me too.

"Can I tell you something?" It's easier that I'm not looking at her as I speak.

"You can tell me anything."

I know. "I want New York. I don't want to go to Texas. I mean...who's the voice of reason if I leave you guys?"
How can I leave you?

"Don't pretend to joke, Jay. Not now. And if you want New York, come with us. You deserve to have anything you want. We'll make it work if that's what you really want."

I do. But can I have it?

She takes a few breaths and I know she's working up to something. Priscilla rolls onto her stomach and looks at me. "You know...if you wanted to go see your real dad, I would go with you. It might help.
To talk to him."

I shake my head. "It won't." What I really mean is I can't. I can't risk seeing first hand that he doesn't want me either.