Night Below The Surface
The usual amount of school-assembly chaos greeted Emma as she walked into the auditorium for last period. All the students, as well as the whole faculty and most of the staff, were packed into the room, and everyone seemed be taking full advantage of the minutes before the program started—something about a new eco-friendly initiative Downtown Day was launching—to socialize at top volume.
Two days had passed since Paige had asked Allegra for clothes for the photo shoot, and Emma still hadn’t come up with any fabulous fashion-forward ideas. Not even any semi-fabulous ones.
Emma scanned the crowd looking for Holly. Holly had texted her that morning, saying Emma should sit with her—not us. Emma wondered if that was her way of apologizing for the Bloomingdale’s Incident. She hoped so. She could use some friendship repair time, just her and Holly.
She spotted the back of Holly’s head about halfway down the aisle and hurried toward her. She stopped when she saw Ivana’s trademark red hair. Holly sat next to Ivana. And Lexie, Shannon, and Kayla. Unreal, Emma thought, trying to figure out what Holly was up to. There was no seat for her.
Why did Holly bother asking me to sit next to her if she was just going to sit with them? Emma wondered. She shifted on her feet, not knowing where to go. Somehow she was the only one standing in the aisle. Everyone else was already slumped in a seat.
Emma felt her confusion harden, tighten into anger.
“Holly,” she called through gritted teeth. “Holly!”
Holly finally turned and waved. As if nothing was wrong. Emma tried to call up the nerve to just walk away. To leave Holly. Instead, she stood, frozen in the aisle, completely awkward, as she waited for Holly to scurry across the row.
“Sorry, Em. The seat thing kind of just…happened,” Holly whispered, anxiously glancing over toward Ivana and the ’Bees to see if they were watching her.
She’s actually nervous to be seen talking to me? The sitting-together thing was her idea. And now there’s nowhere for me to sit at all. Emma wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. Mean-girl comebacks weren’t her thing. She could never achieve the right withering tone and stance. But she either had to let Holly have it or walk away or—
“Oops! I left my bag over there by mistake,” Holly said strangely loudly as she walked a few rows back. She reached across a couple of seats and plucked her bag off an empty chair. Then she motioned Emma. “Em, you should sit here.”
Emma so wanted to tell Holly where she should sit. Then Emma saw the seat Holly was pointing to. It was right next to Jackson.
“Two-minute warning, people!” Vice Principal Manning’s voice boomed over the loudspeakers. “Please start settling down. We’re going to start as soon as we get our video equipment running.”
Emma glanced around quickly. Every seat in this part of the auditorium was taken. Except that one. Jackson was too busy reading a book to notice that she and Holly were even standing there. What if Jackson is saving this seat for someone else…like Lexie? But no, Lexie was in her rightful place on the other side of Ivana.
Holly nudged her with her foot and nodded, then hurried back to her own spot.
Emma felt her feet carrying her toward Jackson before her brain could formulate a plan. She gingerly slid into the maroon fabric seat next to him. Had Holly been planning for Emma to sit next to Jackson all along? Was this Holly’s wacky way of making up? Emma considered the possibilities as the vice principal and some other staff members huddled around the tech table. They didn’t seem to be making much progress.
She finally let herself glance quickly to the left. That’s not the inside of a biology book, Emma thought. She craned her neck to get a better peek. Now she could see exactly what he was so interested in. A comic book hidden inside the textbook. A second later, Clayton Vanderbeck, one of the guys on the soccer team, reached across Emma from behind and snatched the comic out of Jackson’s hands.
“Hey, give it back, Vanderbeck!” Jackson demanded.
“No way, dude!” Clayton replied.
Emma noticed Lexie twisting around to see what was going on behind her. She watched as Lexie’s eyes shifted from Jackson to Emma sitting beside him and back to Jackson again. She whipped around to whisper something to Ivana. Then the two of them turned to look. Emma slid down in her seat to avoid two sets of icy stares. Will they please start the stupid assembly already?
“Come on, Clay,” Jackson said. “You can have it when I’m done.”
“No, you can have it when I’m done,” Clayton quipped, settling himself comfortably in his chair and opening the stolen book to the first page.
Jackson grumbled something under his breath. His leg bounced up and down as he patted his thigh with his hand. Emma didn’t dare look over, but she bet he was biting his lip. Without warning, Jackson lunged across Emma to grab his book back from Clayton.
The edge of his forest-green shirt brushed her cheek, and she got a faint whiff of something that smelled unfamiliar yet pleasant. It took her a second to realize that the scent came from Jackson. The part of Emma’s face where his shirt had touched suddenly tingled. Now she had another Real Jackson detail to add to her slowly growing inventory: Jackson smelled awesome!
“Sorry ’bout that,” Jackson said.
Shocked by the sound of his voice, Emma glanced at him. He wasn’t looking at her, so she wasn’t one hundred percent sure he was even speaking to her.
“No worries,” she croaked.
“Did you finish your world history paper yet?” he asked, his face buried in his comic book.
“Sort of,” she said. Then she panicked. That sounded like she was ending the conversation. That was the last thing she wanted. So she quickly added, “I’m probably about halfway through. I need to finish it tonight since it’s due tomorrow.”
“Yeah, me, too.”
Now what? Emma wondered. She focused her eyes on the comic book. “What are you reading, I mean, instead of studying for bio?”
Jackson finally looked at her with his sky-blue eyes, sending an electric current through Emma. He reached across with his left hand to rake his brown wavy hair away from his face, but it just flopped forward again, covering his right eye.
“It’s a graphic novel called Night below the Surface.” Despite the ruckus of the auditorium, his voice was soft and low, as if he were sharing a very special secret only with Emma. “It’s kind of a series. I’m pretty into it. This is the second one—it just came out.”
Emma could hardly believe she was having a real live conversation with Jackson. She had to keep it going as long as possible. Who knew when an opportunity like this would come up again?
“Sounds interesting. Can I see?”
“Sure.” He handed it to her. “You into graphic novels?”
“No—well, not yet.” Emma flipped through the pages. The illustrations were in black, white, and charcoal gray with touches of various shades of blue and yellow here and there… they were dark and dramatic but beautiful. “What’s it about?”
Jackson shifted around to lean forward on the armrest between them to get a better view of the pages. They weren’t touching, but they were close enough—the closest she had ever been to him—to make Emma’s heart start pounding wildly, maybe even loudly enough for him to hear. Luckily, the noise level in the auditorium was still pretty high.
“It’s about this group of teens who were the only survivors of the apocalypse,” he explained. “They started their own society, but they have to live underground in this urban jungle to stay hidden away from the forces of evil roaming the surface.
“See those two? They’re the main characters—a brother and a sister. They’re kind of the leaders. His best friend also survived, but we’re not sure yet if he’s still a good guy or if he became a bad guy in the last book. But he’s definitely hiding something—we just don’t know what yet.”