Significance (6 page)

A boy that apparently now belonged to me.

I woke the next morning and felt terrible, like I had the flu or something. I rolled over in my bed and clutched my queasy stomach, feeling a pounding in my head and chest. The pound coincided with my heartbeat.

I sat up and saw stars. That had never happened before. At first I was alarmed. Maybe it was something worse than the flu. I stood and went to the mirror. I looked haggard.

Kyle had brought me home right after the movie last night. It wasn’t that late when I got home but dad was no where to be seen. As usual. I went straight to bed, feeling more exhausted than I had in long time.

And now, I could see my face was dark with fatigue. My eyes were dull and shaded. What in the world? I lifted my arm to push my hair back to check the little gash on my forehead and froze. There was a black handprint burned into my skin, black and grayish like it was charred, right by my elbow on my right arm. What the-

Then I remembered. My arm burned hot when that Marcus guy grabbed me yesterday. And now, I had a strange black grip burned into my skin. What was going on here?

I heard the phone ring but didn’t answer it. It was probably Chad, looking for answers, though he had no right to any claim over me anymore. So I went to take a shower instead.

That was one of the best showers I’d ever had. I still felt bad but better, the hot water did wonders for my skin color. My face seemed back to normal and my eyes were brighter. But, I still needed some serious makeup. Then I remembered. Caleb. He said he was coming to get me today.

I scrambled to my room and pulled some clothes out. I actually thought about what I was putting on. I had jitters. I was freaking out. I slipped on my blue chiffon peasant blouse over my black cami and some jeans with some silver hoop earrings then I went to fix my hair and slick on some make-up.

All the while, I felt a bubble of anxiety and nerves. What had happened last night? I couldn’t believe I saved some guys life. I couldn’t believe I was bound to him in some, twisted soul mate thing. I couldn’t believe Kyle had a crush on me. I couldn’t believe I was so crazy about some guy I barely knew. I couldn’t believe they weren’t human.

I started to have a mini-panic attack, swallowing down the lump in my throat. Then it began to escalate to full blown.

What if Caleb didn’t come today? Why did I need him to so badly? What was going to happen to me? Would I just marry some freak guy and live in their cultish community forever? Could I run away before he got here? Did I really want to? No, I didn’t and if he asked me to marry him right now I’m not sure I could say no. What was going to happen to me now?

My breathing was crazy out of control and I grabbed the sink to hold myself up. I felt all wrong and my muscles twisted in my body as I kept Caleb in my thoughts. I was just about to really worry, maybe call somebody, though I didn’t know who, when I felt arms around me. Turning me and pulling me to them.

“I’m sorry.” He pulled me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me and whispering in my ear as his hand ran up and down my arm. “I got here as fast as I could.”

Caleb.

I sighed in relief as I felt a release of all the tension, the queasiness, the aching muscles, the painful breaths, everything, as I settled my arms around his waist. I felt brand new, like he was a drug and I’d just gotten a hit.

I pulled back to look at him slightly and was wowed. He was even better looking in the daylight. I blinked up at him and he looked back down at me. I could see into his mind as if it was made of glass. He had felt me begin to panic he was already half way here. He ran. He knew I’d be upset when reality crashed down on me this morning. He was feeling withdrawals for me too and pestered Kyle for over an hour before he got out of bed to give him my address, though once the panic attack hit he didn’t need it. He could find me anywhere. He also loved my freckles and thought I looked gorgeous in blue.

I smiled and bit into my bottom lip at his thoughts.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” he said smiling widely, his arms still around my back. “Are you ok now?” He reached up and brushed my hair back from my forehead. “How’s the head?”

“It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Did you sleep ok?”

“Yeah, I slept great, actually.” We both seemed to realize the awkwardness of it all and stepped back to give a little space. “And I was fine, I mean I felt a little weird, like I had the flu,” he nodded to confirm, “but it wasn’t until I started to think about things- um, you, that I freaked.”

“I know. It happens, especially the first few days after an imprinting.”

“Why?”

He shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter I’m here now. And I have no intentions of going very far.”

“Good,” was all I could say.

He seemed to like my answer.

“Did you have fun with Kyle last night? I didn’t have a chance to talk to him much. I waited up for him last night but he went straight to bed. I’m sure he would have told me if something had happened.”

“Yeah, we had an ok time, mostly.”

“Why mostly?” he said suddenly concerned. “What-”

He saw my arm and his eyes went wide. I’d forgotten, the angry black burned hand print. His face twisted in anger.

“What happened? I can’t believe Kyle didn’t tell me about this. Who did this to you?”

“Some guy called Marcus,” I rubbed it like it could come off.

He pushed my fingers away gently to run his thumb across it, almost reverently.

“Marcus touched you?” he said softly and I knew not to mistake the softness for anything but fighting for control.

“He grabbed me when we tried to walk away. But as soon as he knew that I- you- we...”

“That we imprinted.”

“Yes. He left. I didn’t see this until this morning.”

“It’s what happens to warn them that you don’t belong to them.”

“I know, I felt it but, why didn’t it do that when Kyle touched me?”

“Kyle touched you?” he said with a slight edge.

“He held my hand a couple times,” I explained truthfully. “Mostly to make me keep up with him but, it never did that with him.”

“It only happens if the person’s actions aren’t of pure intention. Your body can sense it when someone means you harm.”

“So, that Marcus guy wanted to hurt me?” I said breathlessly at the prospect.

“Don’t worry about that just yet.” His big hand came up to my cheek, making me want to shudder. “One thing at a time. I’ll explain it all to you but, right now, I need to get you over to Kyle’s. The family is all there, waiting for us.”
“Eh,” I cringed. “I don’t like crowds.”

“You’ll like this crowd. There were so happy last night when I told them what happened. They can’t wait to meet you.”

“Caleb,” I said and he sighed, closing his eyes like he was in ecstasy at the sound of his name from my mouth. “I have no idea what’s going on. I mean, what does all this mean? Why am I meeting your family after only knowing you for one day?”
“Well,” he looked slightly unsure. “I, uh...you’re my significant. I mean, I would never force you to do anything but, this means something to us, to my family. You are so important and the sooner you learn all about what’s going on, the sooner you can make a decision if you want anything to do with it or not.”

“I thought I didn’t have a choice.”

“Kyle and his big mouth,” he muttered. “There are so many things you don’t know. So many things that I need to tell you and explain. But if after you hear everything today you want nothing to do with any of it, or with me, I won’t stop you from leaving if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Ok. I’m ready to go.” I nodded. “I need to tell my dad where I’m going.”

“Alright. Should I go wait outside since I burst into your house without knocking,” he said with a cocky grin. “I’m sure your pops would love that.”

“It’s fine,” I said laughing slightly. “He won’t know whether anyone’s been up here or not.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah come on.”

“I guess it’s only fair if you’re meeting my family that I meet yours too, right?”

“I don’t think the word ‘family’ constitutes as one person.”

“Sure it does.” He stopped in the hall at a family picture of us four in front of the Christmas tree from two years ago. Bish had his arm around me and I was poking his stomach, making him laugh. “Is that your brother?” I nodded. “Wow. You really look like your mom.”

“Yeah, everyone has always said that.”

“What happened to her?”

“She left,” I said, shrugging before heading downstairs.

“I’m sorry. That sucks.”

“Yeah,” I agreed and then called to dad before we went into the den. Just in case he was in his underwear: “Dad?”

I heard him grunt and felt a grip on my hand tighten. I didn’t realize we were holding hands. Caleb smiled at me and I tried to think of how in the world to explain him to my father.

“What, Maggie?”

“Uh, dad, I’ll be leaving for a while. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone. I just wanted to let you know.”

“Fine, as long as you don’t miss work.”

“I’m off today, dad.”

“Fine.”

“Dad. This is my...friend, Caleb.”

I glanced up at him and he was fighting a smile, the twinkling of amusement in his eyes giving him away. My dad barely glanced at him, looking right back at the television and scratching behind his ear.

“Uhuh.”

“Dad,” I said more pointedly.

He looked up again. I really regretted not letting Caleb wait outside. Dad was sitting on our couch in the den, his boxers and a white t-shirt, with white socks up to his mid calves, watching the Today Show of all things.

“Oh, yeah. Hi, Calvin, nice to meet you,” he muttered and returned to his show.

“Caleb, dad.”

“It’s fine, Maggie,” Caleb assured me with a squeeze of my fingers. “Nice to meet you too, sir, I won’t keep her out too long.”

“Mmhmm. Fine.”

As we made our way out into the hall, I remembered when my father always used to joke about how when I finally started dating he’d be all mister-shotgun-on-the-porch about it. He sure gave Chad a hard time, though most of it was in jest. It’s like an alien took over his body or something. He’s not even my dad anymore. And the only reason the house is clean right now, is because I cleaned it before leaving for graduation yesterday. I can’t remember a time I’ve been more embarrassed.

Caleb was apparently tapped into my thoughts again.

“Hey.” He bumped my shoulder as we walked. “Don’t sweat it. Your dad is apparently going through something. He’ll come around one day. You don’t ever have to be embarrassed with me, ever about anything.”

“Caleb, I barely know you. Why do I feel so...ok with everything? This is all so strange-”

“I know and I’m not gonna rush you to understand everything. But other people don’t get to decide who you are to me, not even your parents. Just know, you can’t ever say or do anything to make me not want you anymore.”

I sighed, wanting to sag in relief, because that’s exactly what I always wanted someone to tell me, that they wanted me for me, no matter what.

“Thank you, Caleb.”

“You’re welcome,” he said sincerely. “Do you need to grab anything before we leave for Kyle’s?”

“Uh. My phone. It’s in my jacket pocket upstairs. Be right back.”

I ran up to get it and ran back down. He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me with a smile. He didn’t take my hand this time, just opened the door for me and we walked slowly, side by side but not touching all six blocks to Kyle’s house.

I was thinking and listening. Listening and absorbing his feelings as he worked through what we were about to do. He was scared. Scared that I was not gonna be able to accept what his family would tell me. Scared that I was gonna hate him, blame him and want nothing to do with him for taking my choices for a different life with someone else.

This confused me because yesterday, he seemed so sure that I would take everything fine. Accept it and want it. Now he wasn’t so certain. I wondered what I had said or done since then to make him change his mind about me.

We reached Kyle’s front yard and I stopped, taking a deep breath. Caleb saw me and came back to stand in front of me.

“I’m a freak, aren’t I?” I asked.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“You said this doesn’t happen to humans.”

“I said it’s rare.”

“What if they don’t like me?” I spouted quickly and shot my gaze to the grass, my insecurity raring its ugly head.

“What’s not to like?” he said sweetly.

“What if they think your imprint made a mistake? What if they think I’m too naïve and young? What if they think that you’re definitely gonna have your work cut out for you with me? I’m scared of walking through that door and hearing what they might say. I’m nobody, mediocre, I’m not special, I’m not rich. I’m boring, I’m shy and I’m only seventeen.”