The Second Virginity of Suzy Green (17 page)

“Sorry to keep
you waiting,” I say, opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat.

“Mom wasn’t impressed
with me asking you to leave and told me so.”

Ryan chuckles.
“Don’t worry about it.”

I sense his eyes
on me as I straighten my skirt out from where it’s got all caught and wriggle
around to make myself a bit more comfortable. I meant what I said about not
caring about cars, but next time I’m in here I might just bring a cushion—if
there is a next time, which I doubt.

“Well it’s good
to see you haven’t totally changed beyond all recognition,” Ryan says, grinning
at me.

“Excuse me?” I
scowl at him. His lopsided grin might have made me go all silly once but it
doesn’t work now. And if he’s going to insult me the whole day then I’m going
back home. Screw him. I know who Lori and others will believe if he tries to
say anything about me.

“Hey. Calm down.
I only meant since meeting again this is the first time you’ve looked remotely
like the old Suzy. You know. With your clothes and that.”

Well, how was I
to know that’s what he meant?

“That’s okay
then.” I turn away, to hide the flush that I can feel creeping up my face, and
stare out of the window. “Between you and me,” I say after a few moments, “it
feels good to be like this. Not that it changes things.” I thump the car seat
and a puff of dust shoots up. Gross. He could have vacuumed the car before coming
around. Then again, why should he? He’s not making an effort either. “I have my
goal for the year and if it means making some sacrifices then that’s fine with
me.”

“Amen,” Ryan
says.

“Okay so I do
sound a bit preachy. I admit it.”

“A bit. That’s
an understatement. Anyway, before we go anywhere I want you to know your
secret, or should I say our secret is safe. I don’t want you worrying about it
all day long and not enjoying yourself.”

“It is?” What a
guy.  Don’t you just love him? In the platonic sense I mean.

“Yep. So, lets
go.”

I pretend to be
concentrating on the road ahead while Ryan starts the car and drives away from
my house, but really I’m giving him the once over through my peripheral vision.
You know, this whole going-out that’s not a going-out thing would be a lot
easier if he still wasn’t so hot.

And why did he
have to wear that blue polo shirt with his jeans. He knows I think he looks
good in blue. I remember when we were strolling through the park at camp we had
this long conversation about colors and which ones he should wear. Not that
he’ll remember. Why should he? Color is such a girly thing.

Suzy, enough
already.

I’m right, this
has got to stop. We’re a couple of friends out on a day trip. And if I start to
go down the reminiscing road one more time I’ll—um—I’ll—

“Is that a yes
or no?” Ryan’s question pulls me back from threatening myself.

“Sorry?”

“I thought you
weren’t listening. You had that faraway look in your eyes.”

“You shouldn’t
be studying my eyes, you should be concentrating on the road.” Help, I’m being
visited by my mother.

“Yes, Mom.” See,
even Ryan felt it.

He takes hold of
the steering wheel with both hands and keeping his arms straight he leans
forward and peers ahead—trying to look serious except he keeps smirking.

“Okay, okay,” I
say giggling. “Normal service will resume shortly. Parental invasion
intercepted and dealt with. Now what was the question?”

“The tickets
allow us into the stands, which means we can sit down, or would you rather hang
by the trackside? It makes a difference to which car-park I go into.”

“Up to you.
They’re your tickets.” Choose the trackside. Please choose the trackside. I’ve
never been that close before. Though I guess it could be dangerous if one of
them crashes.

“Our tickets.”
Aw, he’s so sweet. “I fancy the trackside, but if you’d rather be a bit further
away that’s fine. It’s quite noisy when you’re that close.”

“Are you
kidding? I’d love to be that close. It’s so exiting.” I jump around in my seat
like a small kid going to a party, then realize he must think me stupid and
immature so quickly freeze and jam my waving hands under my legs to keep them
still.

The rest of the
journey goes in a flash, we either talk about nothing much or sit in silence.
But not awkward silence, it’s easy and enjoyable. As we get closer to the venue
the traffic becomes heavier and it takes an age to go just a few miles.
Eventually we park the car and begin to walk across the fields to the track.

“Wow,” I shout
to Ryan as we get close to where some trucks are already revving up for one of
the races and exhaust fumes are billowing everywhere. “This is awesome.”

He says
something in reply but I can’t hear him and shrug. He grabs my hand and leads
me toward a place just behind the starting post. I’m not even thinking about
the beating of my heart because I know it’s excitement from the race that’s
causing it to hammer against my ribcage so erratically.

From our
excellent vantage point we can see these huge trucks vying for position as they
start. The speed they fly around the track is nothing short of breathtaking.
All I can say is it’s a good job they don’t drive like that when they’re on the
road. Ooops, sorry. Mom sneaking out here again.

We watch three
races, the third of which has my heart in my mouth as two trucks come charging around
the bend and one accidentally (well, I hope it was) catches the wheel of the
other one on the side bit of its bumper (no idea what the technical term is)
and huge sparks shoot out of them.

“Lunch?” Ryan
yells after the first four trucks finish.

I nod my head in
agreement. It’s seems ages since breakfast and I’m starving.

I follow him
away from the track to where the food vans are parked and we both get burger
and fries.

“Thanks for
bringing me,” I say once we’ve found a patch of grass to sit on that’s far
enough away from the action to hear each other. “I just love it.” I unwrap my
burger and take a huge bite. Yum. Mustard and ketchup mixed together oozes out
and I manage to stop it from dripping with my tongue. Crap. What must he think
of my manners?

“I hoped you
might. I knew old Suzy would. But wasn’t sure about new one.” I wish he’d stop
going on about old and new Suzy. It makes me feel so superficial.

“What’s not to
like?”

“Not all girls
share your passion for truck racing. It’s hardly glamorous.”

“I suppose.
Maddie does. But Rosie definitely didn’t. When Maddie and I went last time
Rosie thought it so funny. Called us Truckies. She should have tried it though,
I think she’d have enjoyed it.” I put my burger in the wrapper and sit back on
the grass, leaning on my elbows. I watch as Ryan takes two fries from his box
and eats them.

“So, tell me how
come you ended up around here then?” I ask before he could ask me anything
about Rosie. Not that I know for sure he was planning to, but I just have this
funny feeling he might and it’s not the time.

“Dad lost his
job and his family come from here so he decided we’d move.” A frown crosses his
face. “It would’ve been nice to have been consulted though.” He strums his
fingers on his thigh. Not the best of places for my eyes to be drawn.

“You didn’t want
to move?’ Takes me back to when Mom and Dad said we were moving. Although Dad’s
secondment is only for a year. And it’s not like he had a choice if he wanted
to hang onto his job. And they did ask what I thought. But I suspect it was a
fait accompli, they’d already decided. Not that I minded. I was glad to get
away. Apart from leaving Maddie.

Ryan stops
strumming and leans forward wrapping his arms around his long legs. He fixes me
with a bewildered stare.

“Are you
kidding? Why would I want to leave my friends and school and job to come to
here?”

“Do you keep in
touch with any of your old friends?” What I really want to know is did he leave
behind a girlfriend. Not for any reason other than general nosiness, of course,
plus it’s the first thing Maddie will ask when we speak.

“Some of them.
But I’m going back as soon as school’s over to enroll in a design course at
college.”

“That’s cool. I
remember the things you made at camp. I’ve still got that wooden box with
shells on you gave me.”

His eyebrows
shoot up in surprise. And I metaphorically slap myself on the head—am I a dick,
or what?

“You have?”

“Yeah. Not sure
where exactly. Probably in my summer camp box. I always keep things from places
I visit. I’m such a hoarder.” His face drops. Crap. Now I feel mean. “Sorry.”

“Forget it. I
didn’t think you were going to keep everything I gave you under your pillow or
anything.” He turns his head but not before I see the flush creeping up his
face.

We sit in
silence for a while and finish our lunch. After, Ryan grabs our trash and
screws it up into a tight ball. There’s clearly something on his mind, judging
by the frown on his face.

“Why didn’t
you—um didn’t you—I mean after everything we did—why didn’t—”

“I couldn’t,” I
interrupt. “I,—well—I sort of—” Oh what the hell, I might as well get it over
with. “I threw the paper with your number on it out the bus window.”

“Why?”

“Someone told me
something and I believed them. I did it in temper. It wasn’t until a couple of
weeks later that I found out the truth. And it was too late.” I shake my head.
I sound like the most stupid girl on the planet.

“Who told you
what?”

“On the bus
Mandy Johnson told me you kissed her.” Oh God. I can’t believe I’m telling him
this. It’s the most embarrassing thing ever.

“And you
believed her?” There’s no mistaking the disbelieving tone in his voice.

“At the time,
yes. Anyone would, she was so convincing. Told me where it happened and
everything and I knew that I wasn’t with you then. So it had to be true.”

“Suzy, you know
I wouldn’t have done that to you. After all we shared.” He shakes his head
slowly. “I thought you knew me better than that.”

“I’m sorry. But
at the time—And when I found out she’d lied I thought about trying to find you.
Maddie and I talked about nothing else. Planning what we were going to do. Then
Rosie had her accident and—well, you know the rest.” Most of the rest, I should
say.

“If you’d have
given me your number none of this would’ve happened. I could’ve phoned and put
you straight.” Rub it in, why don’t you. At the time Mom and Dad, in an attempt
to try and curb my behavior, were on their you’re-too-young-to-have-a-boyfriend
kick so I couldn’t risk someone else answering the phone if I wasn’t there or
them checking my cell if I left it lying around.

“I know that
now.”

“As it happens I
did phone you.”

My eyebrows
shoot up in surprise.

“You what?”

“I managed to
get your details. Took a bit of doing, but I did. I phoned about three weeks
after camp. Spoke to your dad. I take it he didn’t tell you.”

What? This is so
crazy.

“That was when
Rosie had the accident. Dad must forgotten all about it. I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t beat
yourself up about it. These things happen.”

“You say that
now. But if I’d trusted you in the first place none of this would have
happened. You know, I did some stupid things when I was younger, but I guess
this rates up there as one of the stupidest.” But I have to try and forget it.
It’s history. I’ve more important things to worry about now.

“You can say
that again.”

“I did some
stupid things when I was younger, but I guess this rates—Ouch,” I cry as the
ball of trash Ryan throws hits my face. “Right. You asked for it.”

I pick up my
drink, finished apart from the ice, take off the lid and throw the ice at him.
Sensing my days are numbered, I take off as fast as I can from where we’re
sitting.

After a few
seconds I glance over my shoulder. Crap. He’s gaining on me and I’m fast
running out of breath. In front of me is the ladies bathroom, if I can get
there I’ll be safe. And I’m almost there when-

“Gotya,” Ryan’s
voice echoes in my ear.

He spins me around by the shoulders and
before I have chance to scream, run or do anything he kisses me squarely on the
lips.

“Holy crap, Suzy.
After all you said about keeping your distance and being just friends.” Don’t
you just love Maddie? She instinctively knows which buttons to press for
maximum effect.

“I know. I know.
But in my defense let me say it was an in-the-moment-once-only kiss. It won’t
happen again. It can’t happen again. I’m going out with Guy now. Ryan’s
history.”