The Athena Effect (22 page)

He took her into his arms and pulled her close, shuddering with relief.

“What are we going to do?” Calvin asked.

“I have to go,” she said sadly.

He jumped back like he’d just been punched, surprising her with his extreme reaction. He took hold of her by the shoulders, panic in his eyes, “Are you kidding? You can’t go with him! Don’t you see? There’s something really bad going on!”

“I know… I know,” she tried to calm him. “But I have to leave. I can’t stay here anymore,” she said.

“Why not?” he looked agonized. All of his worst fears were coming true.

“I have no choice. My aunt has made him my guardian.”

“Why would she do that?” he asked in horror.

She looked up at him with sorrow in her beautiful mis-matched eyes, “He gave her money, but she didn’t want me around anyway. They wanted me to go with him today, but I told him that I wanted to stay for the graduation. I have to run away now… before he comes back for me.”

“No!” he said harshly. He pulled her close again, seized by a fierce protective instinct that he didn’t even know existed. “Please don’t go,” he pleaded. “Come stay here with me.”

She stiffened, suspicious, “Here?”

He nodded vehemently, pulling back to look into her eyes, “Yes! Why don’t you move in with me?”

He held his breath, watching her eyes darting around like she was considering it.

“Please?” he asked.

“What about Jarod? What will he say?”

“He won’t care… He likes you. Besides, if he knew what was going on…”

Caledonia thought about what Hillary had said and winced. She didn’t want pity, especially not from Calvin.

When she looked back at him her eyes brimmed with tears, and her lower lip trembled, “I don’t know…”

“There’s no way you can leave,” he said, brushing a stray curl back from her cheek.

“Why not?” she choked out.

He pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes burning bright, “Because I love you.”

Their lips met, and his emotion came through them so clear and true that it overpowered all of her doubts. He threaded his fingers in her hair and kissed her tenderly, and then fiercely, like he wanted to consume her. There was no denying anything now, and she succumbed, engulfed in his intense fiery colors. He laid her back down onto the bed and she returned his kiss, floating away on a sweet honeyed cloud of emotion.

“Please stay with me,” he whispered in her ear, sending shockwaves down the entire length of her body. He kissed her again, and by the time their lips parted, she would have said yes to anything.

“Okay,” she whispered, “I will.”

She could feel a relieved joy wash over him, sweetening his next kiss even more than she ever dreamed possible. Now he was aflame with color that she could sense even with her eyes closed; a lusty, passionate red, brightened by pulses of vivid pink and purple.

“I know what you’re doing,” she gasped.

“Yeah?” he breathed into her ear. “What?”

“Oxytocin.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a hormone. You’re making me produce it.”

“Oh really,” he chuckled, moving his lips along her jawline. “What does it do?”

“It makes you fall in love,” she said.

“Good,” he smiled, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him. She pressed into the length of his hard lean frame as he trailed his fingers up and down her back. She didn’t know what to make of the unfamiliar sensation, gasping again from his gentle touch.

There was a knock on the door, and a second later Jarod burst in and saw the two of them tangled up on the bed.

“Oh… Hi Cali,” he grinned at her.

She sat up, dizzy with desire. “Hi,” she squeaked, smoothing her clothes self-consciously.

Jarod leaned against the door frame, “You guys hungry? Me and Crystal are gonna call out for some pizza.”

“Yeah,” Calvin answered in a strangled voice, sitting up himself.

“Pepperoni okay?” Jarod asked, clearly amused at the state they were in.

Calvin turned to Caledonia, “What do you like on your pizza?” She shrugged, uncertain.

“Don’t tell me, you never had pizza before?” he asked incredulously.

“I had it at school once,” she said.

He groaned, “That crap isn’t even
close
to real pizza!” He turned to Jarod, “Get one with everything.”

“Sure thing,” Jarod said, turning to go.

“Hey Jarod?” Calvin called after him.

“Yeah?” he ducked his head back in.

“Cali needs a place to stay… Is it alright with you if she crashes here for awhile?”

Jarod didn’t hesitate, “No problem.” He turned to leave, stopping and spinning back around. “Hey Cali…”

“Yes?” she asked.

“Do you know how to cook?”

“I’m good with eggs,” she offered.

He smiled, “Awesome. You can be in charge of breakfast then.”

Soon the four of them were gathered around a delivery box on the coffee table, Calvin’s leg pressed close to Caledonia’s. He watched her avidly, seemingly unable to take his eyes or hands away from her. Jarod and Crystal exchanged a look, smiling wryly.

“So… how do you like pizza?” Calvin asked her.

“I think it’s the best thing I ever ate,” she said solemnly.

Jarod and Crystal laughed, but Calvin knew that she was completely serious, and it made him love her even more.

Crystal was delighted with the news of Cali moving in, seeing it as one more step towards the domestication of Jarod. She pulled Caledonia aside in the kitchen, “I hope you’re being careful… You know, using protection.”

“Protection?”

“You
know
,” she leaned in, “When you get it on.”

She was met with a blank stare. “Get what on?” Caledonia asked.

Crystal rolled her eyes, “Have sex!”

“I…I… I don’t know that much about all that.” Her face flushed hot.

Crystal adopted a sisterly tone, “Listen Cali, Cal’s a good guy, but you can’t always leave everything up to the dude, if you know what I mean.”

“No,” said Caledonia, “What do you mean?”

Crystal exhaled hard, reaching for her purse on the kitchen counter. She rummaged through it, pulling out a handful of little packages and presenting them to Caledonia. She shook her head at the confused look on her face, “Here’s some rubbers.
Just take them!
Don’t get all stressed out, it’s just something us girls gotta deal with.”

Caledonia put them into her back pocket uncertainly, “Uhm… Thanks.”

“Oh… and now that you’re gonna be staying here, you should get these guys to spring for a new couch.”

Calvin came in and noticed how flustered Caledonia looked; her face was as red as if she’d just been slapped. He took her by the hand, leading her out of the kitchen and back down the hall to his room.

When they sat down on his bed he eyed her suspiciously, “What did she say to you?” Caledonia flushed pink again, looking down nervously, worrying him. The last time Crystal had gotten hold of her there was trouble. “Tell me!”

“She was asking me about sex.”

“What?” his eyes flew open in shock. “What did she say?”

She reached in her pocket, handing him the packages, “She gave me these.”

He looked angry, confusing Caledonia even more. “That’s not why I asked you to stay!” he protested, rushing to explain. “I don’t expect… I mean, I really just want you here…. Please don’t think I’m only trying to get you to do something!”

“Why would I think that?” she asked.

“Uh… She gave you condoms…” he said.

“Oh!” It was her turn to be shocked, “So
that’s
what they are!”

When their eyes met again they started laughing, finally falling back onto the bed. He reached over and took her hand, looking at her with soft eyes, “I was afraid you were going to get all upset at me… I want you to trust me. I’ll never push you into anything.”

“I know,” she said.

“I’ll give you my room tonight and go sleep on the couch.”

“Why? Don’t you want to stay with me?”

“Of course I do. It’s just…It might be better if I didn’t stay in here.”

“Why?” she asked innocently.

He shrugged, smiling sheepishly, “Because I can’t keep my hands off you.”

She met his gaze, thinking how beautiful his dark gypsy eyes were, “I don’t mind.”

“You know, when I first saw you I thought you were a ghost,” he whispered.

“When I first saw you I thought you were an idiot,” she replied, sending them both into spasms of laughter.

They lay there for a long time, talking about everything and nothing at all. She speculated on what kind of job she should try and get, making him realize just how aimless he’d become. When she asked him about his plans after graduation, he admitted to having none, not really. Her direct questions about the future dredged up old abandoned dreams that seemed like they belonged to an entirely different person.

“I used to want to move to the city and go to art school,” he admitted.

“But you don’t anymore?” she asked.

He sighed, “I don’t know. It just seems… stupid… now.”

“Because of what happened to your mom?” she asked.

He looked into her eyes, still taken aback by how well she could see straight through him.

“So, what did you think about the city?” he asked her.

She smiled, remembering their perfect day at the museum. “It’s big. There was a lot of stuff to see... And so many people.”

“Do you think you could ever live there?” he asked.

She shrugged, thinking about the tall crowded buildings in the city. She knit her brows together, “I was wondering…”

“What?” he asked, imagining what it would be like to wake up with her every morning.

“Why do they call them apartments when they’re all stuck together?”

He laughed, lifting her hand to his lips to kiss it, “I have no idea.”

“Tomorrow is your graduation rehearsal,” she said. She had been planning to go and watch, but she started thinking about the hostile girls that were sure to be lying in wait for her. “I think I’ll skip it if you don’t mind. I can go pick up my stuff after my aunt leaves for work tomorrow.”

“I’ll stay home and help you move in,” he said, trailing the back of his hand down her cheek.

She shook her head firmly, “No. Remember your promise? You should go. Jarod wants to see you get your diploma.” She yawned, drained from all the stress of the day.

He got up and hunted through a laundry basket for a clean T-shirt and pair of sweatpants. “Here, you can sleep in these tonight.” He left her alone to change, and when he made his way back to his room he found her sitting up in bed, her arms wrapped around her knees.

He stripped off his shirt while she watched, admiring his muscled shoulders and arms, noticing the thin line of fine hair that trailed down his muscled stomach, disappearing into his faded jeans.

“You look like the Vitruvian Man,” she said.

“The what man?”

 
“Vitruvian. It’s a drawing,” she said. “By Leonardo. It’s all about… proportion.”

“Leonardo Da Vinci?”

“Yes,” she nodded, looking down when he unzipped, changing into a soft pair of drawstring pants.

“Then I’ll take it as a compliment,” he smiled, sitting next to her on the bed.

She blushed, focusing on his tattoo. He held his arm out for her to inspect it in its entirety, watching her peek around the sides to see the parts that were previously hidden from view. She looked up to meet his warm gaze and could feel her pulse hammering in her ears. He slipped his arm around her, and she froze, nervous.

“Relax,” he kissed her ear, “I’ll let you sleep tonight.” She wasn’t too sure that was what she wanted to hear, but she nodded anyway.

Calvin looked into her anxious eyes and reminded himself to be patient. Just a few hours ago he thought he might lose her forever, and now that he had her in his bed he didn’t want to do anything to scare her back out of it. He pulled the covers down and climbed under them, patting the mattress next to him. She sighed, lying down with her head on his shoulder, feeling his heart beat through her cheek.

He had been with plenty of girls, but Caledonia made him more nervous than he’d ever been before. He never really cared what other girls were thinking, as long as they let him do what he pleased; what she felt mattered to him far more than his own desire. No, he wasn’t going to blow it by moving too fast.

He kissed the top of her head and stroked her hair, feeling her relax and melt into him. She yawned, and he pulled her a little closer, unable to resist nuzzling the side of her cheek, feeling her skin, silky smooth under his lips. Stillness washed over them both, and Calvin found himself feeling calm and peaceful inside.

“Calvin?” she asked.

“Hmm,” he rumbled.