Kissed By Moonlight (15 page)

Today he wore a new shirt, I noticed. His leather jacket seemed stressed, too, a little bigger than it should be on him. It was also torn on the left shoulder. Were those scratch marks on it?

Vick seemed to realize that he was standing in a big room packed with people, and that even being in the school's only fraternity wouldn't be enough to get him out of it if he picked a fight right there and then.

He turned and put his hand on my shoulder. I wanted to shrug it off and take a step back, but his grip was too hard.

"Ask him about Jenn, about what he was doing last night. And then don't have anything to do with him ever again if you like being alive."

He shouldered past Adam and pushed his way through the crowd. We both watched him until he wrenched one of the exit doors open and disappeared outside.

So much strange stuff had been happening lately that I thought I should discount everything Vick just told me. But he did have a point about Adam. Both he and Jenn went missing last night around the same time. And now Adam was the only one of the two to return.

"What happened to you last night?" I asked.

Adam's cool demeanor vanished. He looked down at the floor, one hand on the back of his neck as his lank hair hung around his face.

Come on, I thought, just tell me you were allergic to one of the toppings on the burger or something. I'll buy it.

I wanted there to be some reasonable explanation. Adam was the first guy I'd really felt anything for in a long time. I just needed everything to work out right so badly. Vick's warning about him kept echoing through my thoughts.

"There's this thing, about me and my family..." he trailed off.

"What? Like a congenital heart defect or something?"

"Not exactly," he said, "Hey, what was that guy on about?"

"He really doesn't like you for some reason. He said you probably had something to do with Jenn disappearing."

His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened. He was shocked. I knew then that he hadn't been responsible for whatever had happened to Jenn. No one could be guilty of something like that and then make a face like he had. It had been instantaneous, too, so it wasn't like he had time to consider his reaction.

"Jenn?
She's the Goth girl that goes to Jim's parties, right? She's your friend, isn't she?"

"Yeah.
And she went missing last night. I can't get a hold of her at all. Her Facebook status said she was taking a walk last night, and she hasn't been online since."

"Oh, no..." Adam said.

He looked as though I'd just told him his whole family was killed in a terrible accident.

"So you're looking for her?" he said.

"Yeah. I just stopped here 'cause I haven't had anything to eat since those burgers last night. Hey, you didn't see Jenn last night when you ran off, did you?"

There were a million other questions I burned to ask him. What the hell his deal was, for one.
If he was okay, for another. Whether it was something I'd said or done that had driven him away. But I had to put my own curiosity and insecurity aside for now.

"No. I don't remember seeing her, anyway."

I nodded, expecting as much.

"Hey, don't you have class in, like, fifteen minutes?" Adam said, taking out his phone to glance at the time.

My breath caught as I hauled out my own phone. Crap, it really was about quarter to eleven. And I didn't even have my books! I'd have to race back to my dorm, then back to the Arnold building. If I left right then, I'd have just enough time, I knew.

But I couldn't.

"I do, but I can't stop looking for her..." even as I said it, I could see my scholarship disappearing out from under me, leaving me with nothing to get back home. I felt guilty for thinking about myself when she could be in trouble, but I tried to push past that.

"No, you need to go. Just think of what Jenn will say if she hears you cut class to go looking for her and you lost your scholarship. I don't have class for a few hours, yet. I'll keep looking. I know some people who might be able to help," he said.

An incredible cooling relief flushed through me. It really did feel good to have Adam around again. It felt good to have someone else come up with the answers for once, someone else to shoulder some of the responsibility.

"Are you sure?" I said, feeling guiltier than ever, "I mean, if we both looked..."

"Just go to class, okay? I'll meet you tonight, here, at six thirty. Got it?"

I felt like I was being ushered away as he stood aside to let me past. Time was ticking. I was already going to be late to lecture, but I could s
till make it without missing much.

"Thanks..." I said.

"No problem. Go, hurry! You're gonna be late!"

I was just about to go, but I had to be sure. I had to know. I turned back to him. I couldn't help seeing those scratches and that tear on his jacket, as though he'd been struggling.

"Adam, are you sure you didn't see her?" I said, looking right into those incredible turquoise eyes of his.

"No, I can't remember seeing Jenn last night," he said.

"Okay," I said, "Okay."

I rushed out of the cafeteria, an uneasy feeling permeating my entire body.

I couldn't tell whether Adam had just lied to me or not.

Chapter 21

In class, I forced myself to concentrate on the professor's words. As with many first year courses, this lecture took place in a large hall designed to seat a couple hundred restless students.

It was in the Arnold building, and as such had plenty of natural light coming in through the big windows at the back. By this point in the semester, everyone had "their" seat. Mine was three rows up and just off the middle, tending towards the left-side of the semi-circular room.

Jenn's was the seat on my left. It was empty today. I kept glancing at it, kept seeing her there out of the corner of my eye.

Before I knew it, the professor (a beak-nosed woman with streaks of grey through her black hair) announced the end of class.

The notepad I had open on my little desk had only about a page's worth of writing on it. Normally, in this class, I took two or three sheets worth of notes.

As everyone else got up to
go, the volume of conversation swelling as chairs and desks squeaked, I grabbed my phone. No messages from Adam or Jenn. It was a few minutes shy of one in the afternoon, and outside the sun had managed to burn away the last few shreds of that earlier fog.

My breath misted in front of me as the cool air prickled in my lungs. The dead grass crunched beneath my feet, and I wondered if it was going to snow soon.

I went down the stairs to the main walk. As it was between classes, hordes of students brushed past me. A few grumbled as I stopped and looked out across the fields at the campus.

The coolness of the air seemed to make everything sharp and still. I imagined for a moment that I could see everything with perfect clarity. But I still couldn't find Jenn.

The quickest way back to my dorm was to cut across the field on the other side of the street. I started to look both ways (more often than not, there was an expensive BMW or Mercedes rolling through) and even put one foot down on the road.

A second later I pulled it back. It was still more than five hours until I met up with Adam. Normally I spent this time doing my assigned readings or outlining a paper. Scholarships don't maintain themselves, as I knew all too well.

But I had gone to class. That counted for something, right? I decided on a compromise. I'd attended class, now I was going to spend some time continuing the search.

So I rejoined the flow of students on the sidewalk. People sniffled or coughed or talked loudly as we all went down this main artery, students splitting off at this intersection or that.

I followed a group of three laughing girls into Jenn's dorm. There was such a difference in the air just stepping through the door. It got really cold up in Massachusetts, as I was finding out. I hoped it was this toasty in my building.

As I went up the stairs, I pulled out my phone and
dialed Jenn. The robo-voice of her voicemail answered once more, so I hung up and shoved the phone back into my pocket with a sigh.

Her room was still dark and empty, and neither Straight Hair nor Curly Hair (still sitting in their room wearing their laundry day clothes, did they have anything else?) had seen her come back.

Then I remembered that I, too, was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Walking and moving and sweating had worked some of the wrinkles out, but they still made me uncomfortable in my own skin.

"Okay," I said, once more back outside on the walk in the chilly pre-winter air, "Go home and change, you can spare that much time."

A guy wearing a green hunting jacket shot me a funny look for talking to myself as he walked by. My cheeks heated and I stared at the pockmarked sidewalk in front of my feet the rest of the way to my dorm.

It was just that I had to say that
out loud. The guilt within me was too much to overpower by thought alone. This all still felt like my fault. Vick was right in that I hadn't kidnapped Jenn. But if I'd just chosen her over Adam, we'd have stayed at her place and she'd have been sitting beside me today in lecture.

That change of clothes back at my dorm turned into a shower (a nice hot one with clouds of steam rolling out over the bathroom) spending some more time choosing a new getup than I'd originally thought, as well as grabbing lunch at the tiny cafe in the basement of my dorm (grilled cheese with bacon, nice and hot).

Back up in my room, I sat cross-legged on my bed, staring out at the blue sky. A few tree branches reached towards my window, waving a little in the breeze. Just looking out there sent a shiver down my back, and I resisted climbing back under my warm covers.

Adam didn't say anything about not calling him. I was stuck in my own rudimentary search. The frustration of it boiled inside me, changing the pleasantly full sensation from my grilled cheese to a queasy one.

Aside from waiting a few more hours to call the cops, I was at the end of my rope. Adam was from here, from a rich family. The resources he had access to counted for something, didn't they?

Vick's warning came to mind, then. I also thought of how I'd been unable to tell if Adam was lying to me.

I called him. It was nice to actually hear a line ring a few times, instead of once and then to voicemail.

"Hey," he said. His voice sounded a little different over the phone, more distant somehow, more hollow.

"Hi... It's me, Steph. Any news?"

Anticipation built inside me as I asked a question, like I was in a rollercoaster being winched to the top of that first drop.

Adam sighed, "Nothing yet. But I'm looking. Don't worry; as soon as I learn anything, I'll let you know. Okay?"

I started nodding and then stopped when I realized how stupid it was. I was on the phone with him, how could he see me do that?

"Yeah, okay. Just... As soon as you know anything. Like, that very second, you'll call, right?"

"Right.
Just be cool. Everything will work out. Don't forget: cafeteria, six thirty."

"Got it," I said.

He hung up. I looked at the phone. The conversation lasted barely over a minute. One minute down, a few hours to go before I could meet him.

I thought about grabbing one of my books. The last quarter of
Jane Eyre
beckoned to me, as well as a chapter out of my history book on America post-Revolution. But it would be just like in my lecture. My body would be there, but the rest of me would be wondering if Adam had found Jenn, or if she'd be knocking at my door any second to make a dinner date.

Was this how a smoker felt when they went cold turkey? Just sitting there, unable to think of anything else, yet unable to actually satisfy their urges?

Smoking made me think of being sick, which made me think of cancer, which brought my mom back to the front of my thoughts.

When was the last time I called her? God, it had to be like two weeks ago. Things were really changing with me. When I first got to Redeemer, she was all I could think about. How she was doing, whether they were treating her well, hoping she was able to cope without me, wondering how I could possibly cope without her.

The number for the research center was programmed into my phone. I hit the "Call" button, then punched in the extension when the female robot voice asked for it.

It was late afternoon here in
Massachusetts. That meant it was around lunch back home. The phone rang once, twice. Would she be busy eating, still? Maybe she wasn't in her room.

In the middle of the third ring, she picked up.

"Hello?" she sounded good, if a little tired.

"Mom?"

"Steph!" her tone shifted, her excitement palpable, "How are you? How's school? Are you doing well?"

I smiled even as I felt the pressure build behind my eyes. It really was good to hear her again. Just listening to her voice made
me want to pack everything up and run away.