One Past Midnight (20 page)

“What's wrong with you?” Lucas asked, noticing my agitation.

“I'm supposed to be at Mixons already.”

“Let me guess: Dex?” His tone dripped with judgment.

I wasn't up for defending myself to Lucas. “Yep,” I replied, not bothering to look at him.

He turned off the engine and settled back in his seat. “Go get changed, or whatever you need to do. I'll drop you at Mixons.”

I looked at him, wide-eyed.

He just raised his eyebrows as if to say,
Hurry up before I change my mind.

I raced up to my room and quickly changed into a little white dress that was perfect for the warm evening and pulled my hair into a high ponytail to accentuate my cheekbones. After a quick touch-up of mascara and lip gloss, I transferred a few things from my bag to a small caramel clutch and was back in Lucas's car within ten minutes. Even he seemed impressed.

“Thanks,” I said, when we arrived at Mixons after another almost-silent trip.

“No problem. I'll let you know when your car's ready.”

I smiled. “Sure, thanks again.”

He shrugged.

Inside, everyone was crowded around our usual booths at the back of the diner. I paused to check my reflection in the window, making sure everything was where it should be, before making my entrance.

“Sabine!” Miriam yelled from the far side of the diner, causing all eyes to turn to me.

I put my shoulders back, smiled coyly, and strutted over to the booths.

Miriam and Lucy had changed outfits too. But tonight it was Lucy who had gone all out, sporting a daringly short bright-red dress. She looked amazing.

I saw her anxiously waiting for my approval as I made
my way through our group of friends, saying hi and kissing cheeks.

“Lucy, if that doesn't get you on the ark, nothing

will, babe,” I whispered with a wink. “Where is the hand-some Noah?”

Lucy blushed as red as her dress while pointing discreetly to her left and mouthing, “
Shhh!
” Noah was a few feet away and looking in our direction, his trademark golden curls flopping over his face. He lifted a hand to wave at me. I returned the gesture with a knowing smile that made him quirk an eyebrow.

“Have you spoken to him yet?” I asked, turning my attention back to Lucy.

She twisted her mouth.

“Sabine!” Dex called out from the next booth. He had considerately saved the seat beside him for me. Before heading over, I threw a parting comment to Lucy. “Remember, you promised. And I have every intention of holding you to it.”

“I know, I know,” she whispered frantically, shooing me away.

I put my clutch on the table and settled into place beside Dex, reminding myself this was where I was supposed to be. I fit into this world, I had a future in this world, I could make something of myself here. I could matter.

Everyone was hyped-up, excited that it was the final week of school. I went with the flow, letting Dex pull me
onto his lap when Miriam squeezed in to sit beside me. As she did, she knocked my clutch off the table, sending its contents spilling onto her lap, which prompted Brett and Dex to give her a round of applause. Obviously Miriam had already had a few sneaky drinks, courtesy of the hip flasks I could see circulating. In fact, when I looked around, I noticed that most of the guys and a few of the girls were also glassy-eyed.

I glanced at Dex. He was staring right at me with a penetrating expression I hadn't seen on him before. I adjusted my position on his lap, embarrassed I'd caught him looking at me like that. But he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he kept watching me with the same intensity.

Dex wasn't the least bit glassy-eyed. He never drank. Not since the time he and some of the guys sneaked a bottle of vodka out of his parents' liquor cabinet in junior year. I'd never heard the full story; it was the one thing Dex didn't like talking about. All I knew was that some out-of-town kid ended up in the hospital that night. As far as I was aware, Dex hadn't touched alcohol since.

I leaned over to take a sip of the drink he'd brought for me and almost choked. Just because Dex didn't drink, didn't mean he wasn't willing to ply me with rocket fuel.

“God, what is that?”

“Rum and Coke,” he said with a shrug, pulling me back against his chest.

“That is definitely not nice,” I said, even as I took another sip.

“Sabine, what's this?” Miriam asked.

“What?” I spun around to her and froze. She was holding Ethan's list. “Oh, um . . .” I licked my lips.

Shit.

But then I remembered where I was—
who
I was. I sat up a little straighter. “They're just some stupid questions from a quiz my brother was doing today,” I said, keeping my tone nonchalant. “I wrote them down and said I'd try to find the answers on the net tonight.” My long history of deception ensured the lie came easily.

“Ooh, cool,” Miriam said, now studying the list. “Ha! I know this one!” She jumped up. “I read an article about it the other day. The compound in chocolate that lowers the risk of cardiovascular disease is called . . .” She looked to the ceiling, bouncing up and down. “What is it? What is it?” Then a lightbulb obviously went off. “Flavonoids! That's it. Also found in such great things as berries and red wine.”

She curtsied.

“Flavonoids?” I repeated, unable to hide my excitement. Miriam nodded.

“Does anyone have a pen?” I asked urgently. As I looked around, I caught Dex staring at me strangely.

“Here you go,” Miriam said.

I turned back to her and wrote down my answer.

“Hey, Dex, is that Latin?” Miriam asked, grabbing the paper from under me and passing it to him.

I went pale. “No, it's okay. Everyone doesn't need to help me. It's just a stupid quiz.”

I don't know why, but all of a sudden I was terrified about the group trying to decipher whatever Ethan had written in another language. What if it was something that would give me away? Or, I don't know . . . something else . . . private.

Pulse racing, I reached for the list, but Dex got there first. “I know some Latin.”

“It's probably not even Latin,” I suggested, holding out my hand for the sheet of paper and trying to ignore my rising blush.

He took no notice and studied the list intently. When he paused and looked up at me, I was sure he knew what it said and that it was something terrible.

Shit.

Eventually he cleared his throat. I stopped breathing.

“Well, you're in luck,” he said. “It's Latin, for sure.
Thesaurum
is ‘treasure,'
omnis
means ‘every' or ‘all,' and
vitae
is ‘life.' Pretty basic really.” He held out the list and I had to force myself not to snatch it. “So what's the quiz for?”

I took another sip of my drink and shook my head. Ethan must've thought his message was hilarious. My anger flared. Who was
he
to start spouting that kind of crap to me? At least it hadn't given me away to Dex.

“Sabine?” Dex prompted, beginning to look annoyed.

“Oh, sorry. I, um . . . I don't know. Lucas didn't say. Are you sure that's the translation?”

“Yes.”

I started to write it down.

“If it's just a quiz, why are you so upset?”

Only then did I realize I was still shaking my head. I stopped. “It's just stupid. My brother can be such a weirdo,” I said, trying to recover.

Dex knew how fragile my relationship was with Lucas. I hoped he'd buy my excuse as I pulled myself together. To my relief, he nodded. “It's nice that you're trying to do something for him. He's not so bad, just the quiet type.”

I smiled and stroked his face. “Thanks.” I gave him a brief kiss and we relaxed back into the night, sharing a plate of nachos and then disappearing into a corner to share a number of sub-ten-second kisses. I guessed if you added them all together, I was improving.

It was Lucy who interrupted us, pulling me away from a somewhat frustrated Dex.

“So, I haven't asked Noah to the graduation dinner yet,” she told me and Miriam as we perched by the jukebox.

“Why are you grinning from ear to ear then?” I asked.

She squealed. “Because he asked
me
!”

If ever there was a moment for a group hug, this was it.

Miriam settled us down. “Look how perfect everything is.
Me and Brett, Sabine and Dex, and now you and Noah. What were the chances of us all turning up to graduation dinner with our dream guys?”

“Totally! I can't believe it!” Lucy exclaimed.

I couldn't quite muster the same enthusiasm, but I put on a good show for Lucy's sake until I noticed the wall clock.

“Oh, guys, I've got to go. I didn't realize how late it was.”

My stomach turned over. How could I not have seen the time? It was already 11:00 p.m. and it was at least fifteen minutes home by car.

“Is anyone driving?” I asked, panicking when I remem-bered I didn't have a ride home.

“Sorry, Sabine. I came with Brett and we gave Lucy, Josh, and Ollie a lift. It's a full car. What about Dex?”

An arm snaked around my belly from behind. “What about Dex?” he whispered in my ear.

“She needs a lift home,” Miriam said brightly. “You wouldn't mind, would you?”

“Of course not.” He squeezed me a little tighter and I forced myself not to squirm.

“Okay, well, that's all decided then.” Miriam threw me a coy look. “No all-night partying again tonight, Sabine. You need your beauty sleep.” She winked suggestively before spinning on her heel with Lucy in tow.

Dex's grip around my waist tightened to uncomfortable as we walked to his car.

“What was Miriam talking about?” His voice was rough. “Did you go out last night?”

“No, no!” I said quickly. “She was just teasing me because I looked so tired this morning. I didn't go out, Dex.”

His grip loosened and I stepped away from him.

“Are you sure nothing else is going on? You seem . . . different lately.”

Shit.

I needed to fix this. Now.

I smiled sweetly. “Different good, or different bad?” And before he had a chance to answer, I stepped into his arms and kissed him like I'd never kissed him before. For the first time ever, Dex was the one to pull away, breathing heavily.

“Promise me you aren't seeing someone else,” he demanded.

My hesitation only lasted a split second. “I'm not.”

Dex cupped the side of my face in his hand. “Kiss me again, Sabine. Like you did just then.” Something about his tone made it seem as if he was daring me to refuse.

I didn't.

I did everything necessary to assure both of us that Dex
was
the guy for me. The seconds went by; I tried not to count until he finally pulled back, satisfied with my response. As I opened my eyes, I was shocked by my feeling of disappointment—I'd been wishing to see someone else's face.

Was it possible? Was that irritating, game-playing,
cynical guy getting under my skin? Was that why it was so important that he know the truth?

“Oh God, Sabine. I can't wait for Monday night.” Dex traced a line from my brow down to my bottom lip.

I forced thoughts of Ethan aside and fixed a sultry smile on my face.

“Me either.”

I was as ready as I'd ever been. Midnight was minutes away and I was sitting cross-legged and calm on my bedroom floor, surrounded by pillows. For some reason I didn't want to be in my bed. Usually any deviation in routine upset me, but tonight I felt strangely empowered by the change.

When I shifted, my composure came with me; it only took a few seconds to adjust to being in my Roxbury body. As the adrenalin faded, I just caught the end of the sentence Ethan had started before my last Shift.

“. . . so sorry.”

I kept my eyes closed until I was ready, then I lifted my head and opened my eyes, taking slow, steadying breaths. The only way to manage this situation was to stay in control.

Everything was exactly as it had been when I left. I was in
the hospital. It was midnight. The clock lying on the bed now read 12:10 a.m. And Ethan sat wide-eyed and frozen.

I felt a stab of annoyance and narrowed my eyes, taking him in. His eyes were more shadowed than I remembered. He looked exhausted. His front teeth were firmly embedded in his bottom lip, moments from drawing blood. I glanced down at his hand, still holding his watch in midair. Was it trembling? He looked tired and worried, but it was more than that. He looked . . . sorry.

And he was beautiful.

I stared at him, his dark hair a messy bird's nest, his full lips teasing me, his eyes showing a depth of soul I'd never seen in another person. Like he knew something the rest of us didn't. A part of me began to ache.

As I watched, he glanced down at his hand, which was still shaking slightly. He lowered it to his lap. “Sabine,” he whispered.