Interim (30 page)

Mrs. Walters narrowed her eyes and leveled her voice: “Go put the water on.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Regan mumbled, and headed for the kitchen.

Casey’s presence after months of separation was definitely perplexing. Regan wasn’t totally ignorant to her friend’s life, though. She still watched her at school, just like she promised herself she’d do, observing the animal antics of the high school jungle caste system. She noticed dissention brewing within the top tier. The big cats were becoming restless—little fights for dominance springing up here and there. Casey didn’t look restless. She looked lonely and maybe a little afraid. So it wasn’t the high life she thought it’d be, Regan thought, embracing the feeling of vindication, even as she felt mildly sorry for her ex-friend. It wasn’t time to pounce, though. It wasn’t time to pull her from the ledge. Casey had to want it, too, or Regan risked losing her forever to that catty world.

She greeted her mom and Casey as they entered the kitchen. Casey sat down at the island, and Mrs. Walters disappeared out the door after Regan nodded. Her mother knew everything—spent countless evenings holding Regan on the couch while she cried her frustrations and hurt over losing her friend. The severance of fierce friendships was a difficult thing for any teenage girl to deal with, no matter her tough, resilient nature. Mrs. Walters knew that Casey hurt, too—that she was searching for something, getting lost further inside the maze of complicated adolescence. The adults should be the goddamn guides, she thought angrily, before remembering that most adults were just as lost. In a different maze, yes, but lost just the same.

“You’re not gonna lose any of your extremities, are you?” Regan asked finally, sliding a steaming cup of tea toward Casey.

Casey shook her head.

“What the hell were you doing out there? You know how weird that was?”

“I was mustering the courage,” Casey replied, taking a tentative sip.

“I’m not scary,” Regan said.

“No, but I was scared,” Casey said quietly.

“Why? I’m me.”

“You know why.” Casey stared into her mug. “I was wrong.”

“Okay, then. You were wrong. I was wrong about a lot of things, too,” Regan said.

“Stop being pleasant about this. I completely dropped you as a friend, which is, like, the worst thing a person could do to someone they care about!”

Fresh tears sprang up in Casey’s eyes, and she watched them plop one by one into her tea.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Regan replied.

“I want you to call me names and scream at me to get the hell out of your house!” Casey cried.

“But I don’t want you to leave,” Regan said.

Casey cried in earnest now, pushing the mug away and watching as the brew sloshed back and forth, spilling over the sides and wetting the granite. She buried her face in her arms and sobbed.

“I’m an awful friend! I shouldn’t have listened to him! I should have stuck by you! I should have been better! I should have stayed myself! I should have tried harder! I should have forgiven my parents! I should have never cared what people thought of me! I should have been nice, like I used to be nice.” She lifted her tear-stained face to Regan’s. “Do you remember? Do you remember when I was nice? And I really was. I was a nice person, Regan! What’s happened to me?”

The fear permeated her words. She looked wildly about the kitchen, like she was searching for her goodness that hid away in cabinets or inside the stove.

Regan grew frightened. “It’s okay.”

Casey shook her head. “No, it’s not. It’s not okay,” she said frantically. “Who am I? What’s happened to me? How could he do that to me? Over and over and over and over . . .”

“Casey, stop,” Regan ordered, grabbing her friend’s hand. “Breathe.”

“He cheated on me all the time! You were right! He was a bad guy. He used me. I gave him my virginity! The guy who made fun of me all the time. My glasses. My nose. My stringy hair!!”

Regan squeezed her hand.

Casey’s eyes went wide, like revelation finally slapped her hard across the face.

“I deserved it,” she breathed. “All of it.”

“Don’t say that.”

Casey yanked her hand back. “No no, it’s true! I deserved to be treated like that. I
am
wicked. I wished for all sorts of horrible things to happen to my parents when they divorced.” Her mouth curled into a maniacal smile. “But the joke’s on me, see? The horrible things happened to me!”

“STOP IT!” Regan roared.

Casey flinched and jerked, knocking over the cup of tea. They sat in silence as Regan swiped the counter with paper towels then moved to the stove to reheat the water.

“How do I make it right?” Casey asked.

“I really don’t know,” Regan replied.

“Should I make a list of everyone I’ve hurt and apologize to them?”

“If you think that’s right,” Regan said.

Pause.

“Do you hate me, Regan? Leave our history out of it. Think about the last several months.” Casey paused. “Now, do you hate me?”

“I could never hate you,” Regan said. “You’re my best friend.”

Casey blinked. A single tear traversed her cheek.

“Still?”

“Still.”

They stared at one another until the kettle screamed. Regan poured Casey a fresh cup and handed it to her.

“Thank you,” Casey whispered.

Regan smiled. “Sugar?”

“No, I meant thank you for not hating me,” Casey said.

Regan thought a moment. “Did I really control our friendship?”

Casey shook her head.

“I feel like what you said was partially true—that I have a tendency to dictate.”

“You didn’t dictate my life. I chose to be your weird friend and have weird clubs with you and talk about weird shit all the time.”

Regan chuckled.

“And I loved it. I keep going over and over this in my brain. Why did I wake up one day in middle school longing to be part of the very group that picked on me so much? What was I looking for? I can’t blame it on feeling lost because of my parents. Yeah, they were fighting then, but there was no mention of divorce yet.”

Regan listened.

Casey chewed her nail. “I thought there would be opportunities. You know? Being able to have experiences I wouldn’t have had if I remained on the outside.”

Regan nodded.

“Is that how you felt?”

“No,” Regan said. “I was just tired of fighting. I gave up and gave in.”

“It wasn’t always so bad, though, right? I mean, did we completely ruin high school for ourselves?” Casey asked.

Regan shook her head. “No, but I do think it could have been a hell of a lot better.”

Casey considered this. “I wanna be better.”

Regan automatically thought of Hannah’s response to her same statement many months ago.

“Then just do it. Be better.”

Casey furrowed her brows, and then her face lit up. She nodded, and Regan watched her lips spread into a brilliant smile. It was a smile that said, “Today, I’m changed.”

“I’m not scared,” she said defiantly. “I’m not.”

“I believe you,” Regan replied.

“And I’m gonna make it right,” Casey went on. “I don’t know how, but I’m slated for Brown. I can figure this shit out.”

Regan laughed.

“Regan, it wasn’t even hard to break free—to let go. It wasn’t even hard. The moment you walked away, I wanted to walk away, too. I was too scared then. But once I made the decision on my own, it was so easy. It was like coming up for air.”

Regan lifted her palm. “Come on. Slap it.”

Casey laughed and smacked her hand.

Regan moved to the sink to wash the tea cups. Casey hopped up and grabbed a tea towel to dry.

“Wanna spend the night?”

“You want me to?” Casey asked.

“Well, don’t you think we’ve got a lot of catching up to do?”

Casey nodded. “Tons.”

Regan handed her a clean spoon to dry.

“I think it’s great you’re dating Jeremy,” Casey said, dumping the spoon in the appropriate drawer.

“You do?”

“Mmhmm. You’re both kind of weird. It fits. Plus, you seem to really make him happy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile at school until you started hanging out with him.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. What are these special Regan powers you have?” Casey asked.

Regan thought a moment then sang, “It’s the power of love.”

“Oh my God, you’re such a dork,” Casey said.

And then she flung her arms around her friend, nearly choking her with that power—the power of love. Regan hugged her back just as hard.

“Wanna watch
Back to the Future
?” Regan asked.

Casey released her and headed for the pantry. She rooted around until she found the box of popcorn, holding it up for Regan to see.

“One bag or two?”

***

“I love it,” Casey said, watching Regan twirl around.

“The leg warmers, too?”

Casey eyed Regan’s neon pink leg warmers and nodded. They were bunched around her calves, overlaying ankle boots and black tights. She paired the bottom half of her ensemble with a short, black sequins mini skirt and silver metallic bomber jacket.

“You look like a disco ball,” Casey said.

“Precisely what I was going for,” Regan replied.

Casey glanced at the bedroom door.

“Is he on his way?” she asked. She pulled nervously at a loose thread on Regan’s quilt.

“Relax,” Regan said.

“Ha! Relax. Yeah, um, okay,” Casey replied.

Just then a knock sounded on the door.

“Come in!” Regan called, and Jeremy opened the door, peeking his head inside.

He was smiling. And then he noticed Casey.

“I knew this was a really bad idea,” Casey mumbled.

“Nonsense,” Regan said, walking over to her and taking her hand. “Jeremy, you remember Casey.” What a ridiculous thing to say.

“Uh . . . yeah,” was his reply.

“And you remember how we were best friends before our falling out.”

He said nothing, eyeing the girls warily.

“What you don’t know is that we made up,” Regan went on.

“Why?” The word came out as an accusation.

“Because I apologized,” Casey said softly. “And meant it.”

Jeremy clenched his jaw.

“And I believe her,” Regan added. “We all make mistakes. I realized I made a ton of mistakes in our friendship.”

He stared, nonplussed.

“I’m not comparing our mistakes,” Regan explained. “I’m just saying that no one’s perfect.”

“She dropped you. She ignored your existence at school. She turned her back on you,” Jeremy spat, glaring at Regan in disbelief.

“I know that,” Regan replied, gripping Casey’s hand tighter.

“She tortured the hell out of Hannah!” Jeremy continued.

“I know,” Casey said.

“Don’t talk,” Jeremy barked. “Ever.”

“Jeremy,” Regan chided.

“I just don’t understand you, Regan. You finally made it out! What’s convinced you to go back? How did she convince you to go back? What did she say? What did she promise you?”

“Go back?” Regan asked, confused.

“Go back to them!” he roared.

Casey jumped up and thrust herself in front of Regan.

“Calm the fuck down,” she warned Jeremy.

“I thought I told you to never talk,” he said.

“Shut up,” Casey replied. “Shut your mouth and listen to me. I didn’t come over here to steal Regan away from you. I’m not trying to persuade her to go back to that group. I came to her to apologize for being the biggest asshole on the planet.”

Jeremy stood fuming, unable or unwilling to process Casey’s words.

“I left,” she went on. “I left them. It was a horrible bunch of people who turned me malicious and hateful, and I finally realized it. Okay? This has nothing to do with taking Regan back to the dark side. I’m here to give her advice on her outfit for your date, you jerk!”

He blinked.

“And to tell you I’m sorry for my dishonesty in seventh grade,” she added softly. “I should have given you the note.”

Regan peeked her head around Casey’s shoulder and glanced at Jeremy. His eyes asked her the unspoken question: “Is she for real?” Regan nodded and smiled.

He cleared his throat. “So you think two words are gonna make up for everything you’ve done?”

Casey drew in her breath. “Not even close. But it’s a start.”

Jeremy hesitated. “I can’t pretend not to know all the shit you’ve said to Hannah.”

“I know.”

“She was my only friend until Regan.”

“I figured.”

“I’m protective of her.”