Free Take Me On by Katie McGarry Page B

saw you at a party a year ago, but by the time I get there, you’re usually a little far gone.”
    Thank you, Jesus, for saving me from the why-didn’t-you-call guilt trip.
    Our teacher calls the class to order and I open my lone notebook. With twenty bucks in cash to my name, I bought this and a pen, then spent the remainder on gas. Food wasn’t on the priority list this morning, and as my stomach growls, I’m beginning to regret the decision. I haven’t had a decent meal since Thursday night.
    I’m terrified to use my credit card and learn it’s been denied. There’s a limit to what my mental stability can handle.
    A few tables up, Haley sits curtain-rod straight.
Come on, give me something. Anything.
I got the hell beaten out of me over her, plus I saw the attraction stirring in her eyes in the stairwell. Hell, the girl flushed the moment I stepped into the room.
Look at me. Just look at me.
    My pen knocks against the table as it bounces in my hand, then freezes the moment Haley glances over her shoulder. In rabbit-fast movements, she switches her gaze back to the front, but it won’t erase the fact she looked.
    Why it’s important to me, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because everything in my life is screwed up and I need to know at least one person cares. Maybe...but who knows? Right now today almost feels doable.
    “You know Haley?” The lines cluttering Jessica’s forehead spell jealousy.
    What were Haley’s words to me? To stay away? Not happening. “Yeah, do you?”
    “She’s a friend of mine.”
    Our teacher passes out an outline for an upcoming project and mumbles something about having to leave for a moment to help a class across the hall but being able to see us from there, and that he expects us to watch the documentary he cues up on the SMART Board. With the lights off and the door behind him clicking shut, the class loosens up with low buzzing conversations.
    Jessica faces me, props her elbow on the table and rests her head on her hand. “How do you know Haley? From the fights?”
    The fights? “Yeah.”
    A relieved grin eases onto her face. If I play this right, maybe I can figure Haley out.
    “That’s what I thought,” she says. “After she and Matt broke up last summer, she swore she was done with that tough man stuff, but I knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out. Haley’s been a tomboy since kindergarten.”
    A tomboy? Are we admiring the same person? Haley’s all curves. She may be in high school, but she’s miles from that in-between stage.
    Jessica’s seat scrapes against the floor, creating an earsplitting squeak as she slides closer to me. A chorus of
damns
fills the room. Most everyone looks back, including Haley. Fuck me. Another girl up in my business is not what I want Haley to see.
    “So tell me,” Jessica says in a way that indicates we share secrets. “Is she fighting again? I won’t tell anyone, I swear.” Meaning she won’t tell anyone until she leaves class.
    With her head lying on an outstretched arm on the table, Haley’s pen moves in circles. She’s a doodler, like my brother Ethan. When he’s trying to clear his head, to think things through, he scratches away on any paper he can find.
    Haley’s shorter than me. Tall for a girl, yet not. And very, very feminine. Jessica has to be joking. There’s no way Haley’s a fighter. “I haven’t seen her fight.”
    “Oh. Well. Then you must have seen her cousin and brother fight, I guess.”
    “Yeah.” Haley and her family are fighters. I roll the words around in my head as if taste-testing them. It feels off, but then I think of how she challenged me the other night when I almost hit her with my car.
    Haley’s a fighter. Interesting. Like the info on the flowers, it’s duly noted and filed away for future use.
What other secrets are you hiding, Haley?
“Who’s this Matt guy you mentioned earlier?”
    “That is Matt.” Jessica points to the large son of a bitch at the table behind Haley. His dark