He turns his head, still sitting in that relaxed position and looks at me. I shiver. He’s so beautiful. I shouldn’t think that, but I do.
“But you’re still here?” There’s so much behind his question that I don’t understand, but hear it all the same.
“I’m still here.” My reply matches the question in his.
A car pulls up in the lot behind us. Just a second later a bike zips by. People are starting to show up and I hadn’t noticed. Tegan stands. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk.” He holds out his hand which is all sorts of strange. I mean, sweet, but strange. I’ve never had a boy do that before. It reminds me of a movie or something, but I push those thoughts away and let him help me up. When he lets go, I miss his touch.
After we walk a little way, he says, “You also never apologized.”
I’m at a loss on what I’m supposed to be apologizing for. Apparently he reads my confusion because he says, “Because I have a handicapped brother. I can’t tell
you how many times people meet Timmy and then tell me they’re sorry.”
“It sucks, don’t get me wrong, but he seems happy. Well-adjusted and all that.”
Tegan huffs which isn’t the reply I expect. “He is. Timmy’s such a kickass kid. That’s what makes it all even worse.”
“Yeah—”
Tegan cuts me off before I can finish. “Listen, I just want to apologize again for not showing the other day. Mom needed help with something and I didn’t want to say anything because…I guess I’m just fucking sick of it being an excuse for everything, good or bad. People get all weird when it comes to Timmy. They either pity us and walk on eggshells or they don’t know how to deal with it at all, so they don’t.”
It’s a link between us I never would have expected. Each of his words spark something inside my heart because I feel the same way. I hate pity. I think about the way he refused my help that first day, the look he gave. “That first day—when I helped—I didn’t mean for you to think—“
“No, no.” He stops me with his hand. “Okay, maybe kind of, but that was different. The way you just jumped in like that,” he shrugs. “It was kind of cool. There
wasn’t that awkwardness, ya know? Like you felt obligated to help, but then like you thought his paralysis might be contagious at the same time. I hate that.”
We start walking again. “Wow, people really act like that?” It’s not like he’s a leper or something.
“I don’t know. Seems like it. Maybe it’s just me and I’m too damn sensitive about it.” He chuckles.
The urge to admit something to him too plays hide and seek inside me. I want to, but don’t know if I can.
“So yeah… thanks. For all of it. The help that day, hanging out with them because you wanted to…And now I’m done. That’s about enough of my sob story to
last a lifetime.”
I take some of his bravery, amazed by how protective he is of his family. “It’s not a sob story. I get it…I mean, not in the same way.” I study the ground as we
walk. “But the pity thing—I get it.”
“Who?” he asks.
“Everyone?” My laughter isn’t real.
“Who?” he asks again.
How does he know? Maybe the bigger question is can I tell him? “I thought we were done with sob stories?”
“Nope.” He shakes his head. “You’re not getting out of this. Just this one thing and then we’re done.” He nudges my arm with his and yes, it makes me a little
giddy.
Giddiness had power, because I say, “Two people mostly. A guy from school and—and my mom.”
Tegan curses under his breath, but there’s no apology. No pity.
“So… how did you end up becoming a trainer?” I’ll do anything to change the subject. Plus, there are so many things I still want to know about him. Why does he
work so hard? What happened to Tim? Who left them that makes him doubt people want to stick around?
“Timmy. It all leads back to him, doesn’t it?” His voice sounds sad. “I just kind of became obsessed with the human body. It really can do amazing, things,
Annabel Lee.”
There’s the name again. I wonder where it comes from.
“It’s the only thing to do, and I have to do something, ya know? He’s my brother—my family.” Tegan picks his cuticle like he’s almost nervous. I’ve never seen
him nervous before. “It’s my job to take care of him, both of them, but him especially. When I get my degree, I’m going to do whatever it takes to help him walk
again.”
Something inside me almost…shifts. It’s like my eyes have been pried open and I see him. I’m really seeing him for the first time. Not the gorgeous boy, the flirty boy, the one who has girls checking him out left and right at the gym. Not the guy who refuses help or gets edgy when it comes to his brother or his condition. No, I’m seeing the guy who didn’t flinch when he saw my weight. Who boxed with me and laughed when I hit him. The guy who would do anything to help people. People
like me or people like Tim.
The scary part? The one that makes me want to turn around and jog my big butt to my car and never look back is I realize how much I really like what I see. And
that can’t be good for me. “Degree?” My voice cracks.
“Physical therapist. College soon. I’m bored of talking about me though. Tell me something about the determined boxing queen that I don’t know.”
I struggle not to trip. “Ummm. There’s not much to tell.”
“What? Girls love to talk about themselves, don’t they? I’m giving you the prime opportunity.” He nudges me again. “I’m good at this, huh?”
Laughter falls out of my mouth. “No, actually, I think you need to be seen by a doctor because there’s something wrong with you. Didn’t you just tell me the other day you don’t understand girls?”
“Damn, I forgot all that honestly from earlier. Now it’s screwin’ with my game.”
My feet glue to the concrete, keeping me from moving. Tegan stops too, giving me one of his confused looks, his eyes searching me, trying to see everything
inside me.
“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” He pushes at that same wayward lock of hair that always falls down in his face.
“The hot stuff at the gym. Say things are messing with your game.” As soon as the words come out I pray for the ability to snatch them back, but inside they
repeat in my head. Could I say anything lamer? But the fact is, I really need to know.
“I don’t know… It’s called flirting, I guess. Maybe you’ve heard of it. It’s when a girl or a guy—”
His words give me a rush stronger than our jog just did. My skin burns with heat. Tegan just admitted to flirting with me! “You know what I mean.” Despite my
shock, I figure I need to push something out of my mouth.
“Actually I don’t.” He crosses his arms. Frustrated? It almost looks it.
“Tegan…”
Instead of a reply, he glances down at his watch. “I gotta bail. I have to be to work soon. We better head back.”
“Are you always working?”
“Eh,” he says, but I know the answer is really yes. How many times have I heard about extra shifts?
The walk back to his car is quiet. The drive to the gym, quieter. I hug my backpack, a little bummed that I didn’t need the clothes inside. When we get back to
Let’s Get Physical, he kills the engine. “So, back to our schedule? You’re not going to ditch me, right?”
His questions make me smile. I’m actually looking forward to it. “Nope, I’m not going anywhere. Sometimes it might take me a while, but when I decide I’m
doing something, I’m doing it.”
“I knew that about you. From the beginning I could tell.”
Tegan gets out of the car and grabs a gym bag, so I get out too.
“Good job today, Annabel Lee. See you soon.” He starts to walk away, but stops. “You’re different, you know that? And by the way, I like your eyes.” Tegan
winks and walks away while I struggle to hide the totally goofy grin plastered to my face. And as much as I’m really craving a celebratory milkshake or even a Berry Berry Blast smoothie, I head home instead.