David raised an eyebrow. “Unprofessional?”
“Yes,” Tamani replied.
David snickered, coughed, then laughed full-out. “Unprofessional,” he muttered.
Humans have the strangest sense of humor.
“Well, I’m not sorry,” David said, but his grin was good-natured. “I wanted to hit you, you wanted me to hit you — I’d say we both got what we wanted.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
The two sat looking at each other for a few seconds before they both started laughing.
“Look at us,” said David. “We’re so pathetic. Our lives revolve around her. I—” He paused and looked down at the floor, obviously a little embarrassed. “I thought I was going to die when she broke up with me.”
Sincerely, Tamani nodded. “I know the feeling.”
“Thing is, even when you were gone, you were never really gone,” David said. “She missed you, all the time. Sometimes I’d catch her staring off into space and ask her what she was thinking about, and she would smile and say ‘nothing,’ but I knew she was thinking about you.” He leaned forward. “When you showed up in September, I think I hated you more at that moment than anything in my whole life.”
“A bit of your own medicine, if you ask me,” Tamani said, trying not to show just how pleased he was. “Laurel carried a picture of you in her pocket — she had it when I saw her in Avalon two summers back. And I hated that even those few times when I had her to myself — completely to myself — you were there too.”
“Do you think she knows we know?”
“If she didn’t before, she does now,” Tamani said, the melancholy slipping in again. “That’s why she’s not with either of us. I’ve wondered if it’s as much to keep the peace between us as to give her the space she needs.” Tamani hesitated then added, “You should go make up with her.”
“Are you serious?”
“I said make up, not get back together,” Tamani said, working to keep the edge from his voice. “She would be happy if the two of you were friends again. I want her to be happy. I’m going out tracking with Shar after school and into the night — I’ll stay away; you go make nice.”
David was silent for a minute. “What do you get out of this?”
“I want you to tell her I sent you.”
“Ah, so Laurel is happy and you get brownie points for making peace.”
“You’re pretty sharp. For a human,” Tamani said, not hiding his grin.
David just shook his head. “You know what I hate almost as much as the thought of losing Laurel to you?” David asked.
“What?” Tamani braced himself for whatever David had to say.
“That this lame-ass work-your-problems-out thing actually worked.”
Tamani chuckled as the final bell rang. “I wouldn’t go that far, mate,” he said. “I still don’t like you.” But he couldn’t help but smile as he said it.
Laurel cautiously opened the front door to find David with a single zinnia in his hand.
“Hi,” he said awkwardly. Then he thrust the flower in her direction. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I was a jerk, and I really let my temper run away with me and it was so completely inappropriate and I would break up with me too.”
Laurel stood there staring at the proffered flower for a long moment before taking it with a sigh. “I’m sorry too,” she said softly.
“You? What do you have to be sorry for?” David asked.
“I should have listened to Chelsea. She told me you were having a hard time with Tamani and I just figured you would get over it. I should have taken her seriously. Taken you seriously. I’m sorry I let it get this far.”
David rubbed at the back of his neck. “It was never that big of a deal. Chelsea lets me vent to her. And that’s what it was, most of the time. Venting.”
“Yeah, but you should have been able to vent to me. I totally cut off any kind of negative talk and I should have asked you how you really felt and then listened. That’s what a good girlfriend does.” Laurel looked down at her feet. “Forget girlfriend, that’s what a good friend does.”
“I don’t think you owe me an apology, but I appreciate it anyway,” David said. “And, well, I hope that we can get past this and put it behind us.” He hesitated. “Together.”
“David,” Laurel said, and she saw from the crestfallen expression on his face that he knew what she was going to say. “I don’t think I’m ready to be ‘us’ again.”
“Are you with Tamani, then?” David asked, eyes downcast.
“I’m not with anyone,” Laurel said, shaking her head. “We’re seventeen, David. I like you, and I like Tamani, and I think maybe I need to stop worrying about ‘forever’ for a little while. I’m having a hard enough time deciding if I’m going to go to college next year, never mind who I should be with for the rest of my life.”
David had a strange look on his face, but Laurel rushed on.
“Between Yuki and Klea and trolls and finals and colleges and—” She groaned. “I just can’t do it right now.”
“It sounds like you need a friend,” David murmured, his eyes fixed on the doormat.
Laurel was surprised by the relief that surged through her. The tears were on her cheeks before she even realized it. “Oh, man,” she said, trying to wipe them away subtly, “I need a friend so badly right now.”
David stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him, his cheek pressed against the top of her head. Laurel felt every worry of the day seep away as she absorbed the warmth from his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, scared now at how close she had come to losing his friendship. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“I want you to know that I have every intention of convincing you to be my girlfriend again,” David said, releasing her and taking a step back. “I’m trying to be honest, you know.”
Laurel rolled her eyes and laughed.
“But until then,” he said, more serious now, “I’ll be your friend, and I’ll wait.”
“I was beginning to think you would never speak to me again.” She watched, confused, as David’s face flushed red.
“I… had some encouragement. Tamani sent me,” he finally said.
“Tamani?” Laurel asked, certain she hadn’t heard right.
“We actually had a good talk today and he said he’d stay away so I could come apologize.”
Laurel contemplated this. “Why would he do that?”
“Why else? To score points with you,” David said with a snort.
Laurel shook her head, but she had to give him credit; it had worked. “I called you the other day,” Laurel admitted.
“I saw that. You didn’t leave a message.”
“I got mad at your voice mail.”
David chuckled.
“I got my SAT scores.”
He nodded shortly. This was almost as important to him as it was to her. “Me too. I still didn’t beat Chelsea, though. How about you?”
Laurel smiled as she told him about her vastly improved scores and the possibilities they brought with them. And for a few moments, it was like nothing had changed — because, Laurel realized, David had always been her friend first. And maybe that was the biggest difference between him and Tamani. With David the friendship had come first — with Tamani, it had always been the heat. She wasn’t sure she could imagine life without either extreme. Did choosing between them mean leaving one of those behind forever? It wasn’t a thought that made her happy, so for the moment she pushed it to the side and enjoyed the one she had here in front of her.
“You want to come in?”
Chapter Twenty-Seven