Diving In (Open Door Love Story)
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Authors: Stacey Wallace Benefiel
Diving In
By
Stacey Wallace Benefiel
Published by Stacey Wallace Benefiel
Copyright 2014 by Stacey Wallace Benefiel
All rights reserved.
Cover design by Steven Novak
Table of Contents
For K.C.H.
It was easy
Three-ish years ago…
I take a deep, measured drag off the joint. The sounds of the paper burning and the seeds popping are exaggerated out here in the woods, on this dry, splintered dock, stretching out into the Chandlers’ man-made fishing pond.
I’m avoiding the Labor Day pool party back at the Chandler mansion. Mom made me come here – leave it to me to have the only parent that wants her kid to go to a kegger. Socializing is not my bag.
The whole scene is very John Hughes ’80s movie. A giggle bubbles up and out of my mouth.
Chet.
How much more awesome would life be if Travis Chandler was Chet Chandler? I’d wager that it would be the awesomest. The most rad and boss and cool thing evah. Travis even looks like a Chet – clean cut and blocky.
Okay, I’m baked enough for a swim.
I pinch out the end of the joint and stand up, pushing it into the corner of my shorts pocket. I kick my ratty white Old Navy flip flops off, so clean at the beginning of the summer, and now they’re disgusting. Good thing they cost two dollars. Light blue shorts, also Old Navy, removed and carefully folded as to avoid joint lossage, and finally I strip off my plain white Men’s Hanes t-shirt.
“Why do you have to dress like a lesbo, Brynn? Honestly, honey, you’re such a beautiful girl,” I mutter in my mother’s voice, rolling my eyes now, because I didn’t when she’d said it to me as she dropped me off at the party. I hadn’t done or said anything. It’s best to just block her nonsense out. Something my brother isn’t as good at doing, but he’ll be escaping her soon enough again, going back to Eugene and the U of O and his new life. One that’s his own.
Mom will focus on me now that she doesn’t have Liam to pick on. Now that we both know things about my brother … she’s going to want to make sure I turn out “right” more than ever.
I have a game plan, though. Phase one is complete. Freshman year, I made the swim team and did just well enough not to get kicked off, but not so great as to draw any attention to myself. As a sophomore, I’ll acquire a boyfriend. Someone long-term. Someone Mom will approve of. The male version of Liam’s girlfriend, Ari. A person that Mom can brag about to all of her friends and I can tolerate.
Once he’s returned to Eugene, out of the Boise bubble, will Liam still tolerate Ari? Does Liam realize he only tolerates her now?
Buzz kill. I run my hands down the smooth front of my swimsuit, a plain red Speedo, which I’ve worn in lieu of underwear most of the summer. I swim on the down low. I swim every chance I get. Because I secretly love it and I’m secretly really freaking good at it.
I look around for a tree to stash my clothes in, ’cause with my luck some rich asshole will think it’s hi-larious to take my shit. I spot an oak with a V I can reach and nestle my stuff in.
There’s a metal ladder attached to the side of the dock, but I forego it and cannonball in, noting that the water isn’t nearly as deep as I thought it was. I can easily push off the sandy bottom.
The water is pretty warm, owing to the heat wave we’ve been having. I swim out from the dock to the middle of the pond and roll over onto my back, floating there, ears under the water, my long brown hair medusaing out from my head, my eyes on the clear blue, mostly cloudless sky above me.
The world falls away and I’m weightless.
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I’m swimming back to the dock when Travis Chandler sets foot on the far end of it, holding up a very drunk Izzy Sundall. I’ve known her since kindergarten and I am not surprised either to see her with Travis or that she’s smashed. She’s one of those pretty blond girls that thinks being pretty and sexy is all they’ve got going for them. I remember she was great at drawing flowers – especially irises.
They stop in the middle of the dock and start kissing. He’s got his sausage-y hands all over her. They’re oblivious to me, but I still feel awkward popping out of the water and being all like, “Hey, don’t mind me,” so I grab hold of the ladder and hope they decide to find another place to do it or at the very least don’t make a bunch of gross noises I have to endure.
No such luck. Things continue on, weird moaning and Izzy slurring Travis’s name then giggling and trying to say it again.
“Shhhush,” he whines. “You’re deflating my boner.”
What a drunk jackhole. Should I help her out? Izzy’s not a horrible person, but she might get embarrassed that I heard Travis shush her and embarrassed people get weird sometimes. She could definitely ruin my plan to stay under the radar sophomore year. She could spread a rumor about me, thinking I would spread a rumor about her.
“Jesus, Travis,” says a voice I’d recognize anywhere. Gabe Riley. All the girls call him Gabe Fucking Riley, because he’s just … cool. He and Travis are about to be seniors and co-captains of the swim team. Gabe is a rock star talent who’s earned his place in Jefferson High School swim history. Travis is mediocre, but his dad paid for the locker room remodels.
“What?” Travis says with a laugh. “She’s consenting.”
The dock creaks and I peek over the edge of it as Gabe approaches Travis. “Bro, I’m not going to let you do this again. Remember how guilty you felt after that girl at Regionals last year? Get control of yourself. You’re better than this.” He reaches over to take Izzy’s arm, but Travis elbows her out of the way. Izzy falls on the dock and launches into a giggling fit.
Gabe glares at Travis, who’s got a satisfied smirk on his face, and kneels down next to Izzy. “Enough. I don’t even understand why you want to get with drunk girls anyway.”
Izzy bats Gabe’s offered hand away. “I’msnot druuunk,” Izzy slurs.
“And I don’t get why you think you’re God’s gift, factory trash.” Travis is just on the cusp of slurring his words too.
Gabe’s dad works for Travis’s at Chandler Chips – lots of my classmates’ parents do. Travis is pretty much the only person dumb enough to call someone factory trash. I mean, my family runs a chain of dry cleaners. No shame in working for a living.
Gabe ignores the burn and pulls a reluctant Izzy to her feet. He looks at her, concern flush on his face. “Travis will have sex with you and then freeze you out. You’re not getting keys to the castle here. He doesn’t like you or think you’re special. Don’t you have friends back at the party who are wondering where you are?”
Izzy seems to sober up a bit and sucks a gasp of a breath in. “Yesh.” She takes a step with Gabe and I’m so relieved that she’s going to get away and that I didn’t have to intervene, I miss Travis drawing back his fist and launching a punch at Gabe’s jaw.
It connects and makes a super gross crunching sound. Izzy yelps and drops Gabe’s hand as he falls sideways, cracking his neck on the edge of the dock.
He doesn’t move.
He doesn’t get up and fight back.
Izzy starts trying to run, stumbling forward, catching herself and then she’s off the dock and on the path back to Travis’s house.
Travis freaks and yells, “come back” after Izzy, but lets her go. When he gets down next to Gabe and feels for a pulse in his neck, I move as silently as I can from the ladder to the front of the dock, thankful I’m in the water, because I am pissing myself that Gabe is dead.
“Shiiiiiiiiiit,” Travis drawls, his voice panicked, and then I hear him grunting, moving what have to be Gabe’s legs across the dry splintered wood, the material from his cargo shorts scratching and catching on the splinters.
Travis is dragging Gabe somewhere? All the way back to the party? It’s killing me not to be able to see what’s going—
Gabe’s body rolls over my head and past my face into the pond. I back up under the dock, praying that Travis doesn’t wait forever to make sure Gabe is well and truly drowned.
He doesn’t. The instant I hear him retreating, I’m horking in a huge breath and ducking under the water, swimming toward Gabe.
It’s late afternoon and the sun isn’t directly overhead illuminating the cloudy pond water, but I can make Gabe out, already resting on the sandy bottom.
I’m an average sized fifteen-year-old girl and Gabe is already eighteen, a full-grown man. There’s no question, though, that I will be able to get him to the surface, because I have to. We’re both gonna survive this and we’re not going to resent the water – the only thing we both live for.
I feel for Gabe’s head, find it and loop my arm around his neck, grabbing hold of his armpit. His head rests against my chest at a weird angle, and I know what that means, but I’m not accepting that either. I take us up. I kick off the bottom and pull us through the water with my left arm.
We break the surface and I roll to my back, laying Gabe on my chest as I kick and fight my way to the shore. My feet find purchase and I dig my heels in, dragging our bodies backward through the mud. It takes years, decades, my whole life to get there, but then I feel the scratch of sandy crab grass against my ripped up palm and I know we’re going to be okay.
I collapse onto the ground and look up into Travis Chandler’s horrified face. “What’re you doing? Where were you … hiding under the dock, I guess?”
“You were gone,” I say, my voice trembling and sounding strange in my ears.
“No, I, I had to get closer to the house to get a cell signal. I had to call 9-1-1 and tell them that Gabe got drunk and dove into the pond and drowned.” Travis is pacing like mad and spitting when he talks.
I inch my fingertips up Gabe’s chest to his neck and feel for his pulse. It’s faint, but I can detect it. “He’s still alive.”
Travis’s face falls. “What? Oh, Jesus. No.” He reaches down and roughly shoves his hands under Gabe’s arms, yanking him off me and out of the water. He lays Gabe’s body down and I flip over and crawl to him, hovering instinctually.
Travis pushes me out of the way. “Get the hell out of here. You say anything to anyone about this…”
I can hear Travis threatening me, saying that he knows my brother’s secret, but I’m burying that deep inside. My gaze slips back to Gabe. I shouldn’t leave him here.
“The paramedics are coming!” Travis stands up, walking toward the house and the approaching sirens. “If you’re still here…”
I scramble to my feet, my legs wobbling like crazy, my breath choking down a sob, and then I think,
“This is traumatic. This is going to change my life.”
And I can’t tell anyone.
Running for the oak tree, I grab my stuff from the V and take off through the woods, away from the house, unsure of where I’m going.
