Free The Chaos of Stars by [email protected] Page B

weird for me. We took the occasional trip to Cairo and other cities around Egypt, but for the most part my childhood was practically sequestered. It’s like they were grooming me to be a shut-in or something.
    I’m looking forward to when my mom’s shipment of stuff gets here. It was held up in customs, so I’ve been doing regular museum work. At least when all of her crap arrives, I’ll be able to organize and arrange it instead of checking IDs or standing in the Egyptian room and trying to look so aloof and intimidating that people won’t ask me questions and local college guys will quit trying to pick me up.
    I rub my eyes, unused to the brightness after being inside for several hours. But then it hits me—the sunshine! The clouds burned off early today! I tip my head back and close my eyes, luxuriating in the sensation of the sun on my skin.
    “There they are,” Tyler says, pulling my arm. I turn and see Scott, lounging on the steps to the side of the museum, talking animatedly with . . . Ry. Who is nodding and smiling but still scribbling in his notebook. I haven’t seen him since that ridiculous encounter at the smoothie place.
    “You guys!” Tyler points one long arm straight up. “The sun !”
    “Is that what the strange ball of brilliant light and heat in the place of my beloved clouds is?” Scott asks, scratching his head.
    “And do you know what that means?” Tyler prods.
    “The crops will grow, the children will sing, and the land will rejoice?” I offer.
    “Yes! Also, my skin will burn. Burn, burn, burn. And if I’m going to get a sunburn, I’m going to do it at the beach. Let’s go.”
    I’d planned on hanging out in the park for a couple of hours before Sirus picks me up. I’m in a black faux-leather pencil skirt and a cerulean-blue tank blouse. And my gladiator sandals? Not exactly beachwear.
    “I’ve got clothes in Scott’s car. You can borrow some of my stuff,” Tyler says, reading my mind.
    “I don’t know; I was going to hang out here.” I wonder if Ry is going. And if he is, whether that makes me want to more, or less. Probably less. He still hasn’t looked up from his scribbling.
    “Oh, come on!” Tyler throws her arm around me. “Have you even been to the beach yet?”
    “I rode past it a couple of times, and—”
    “Ha! No! You are still an ocean virgin, and today you lose your virginity!”
    “I have the weirdest girlfriend alive,” Scott muses, staring up at the sky.
    Tyler’s arm locks me into place. “No arguments. You’ve been here two weeks, and all you ever do is work and go home. Come to the beach with us! We’ll get pizza, and play Mock the Worst-Fitting Swimwear, and we can watch the sunset. The sunsets are amazing, and the stars over the ocean—”
    “Stars?” I perk up. She’s right! If the clouds burned off this early, maybe the stars will be out tonight.
    “Yes! Oh, good. I’m so glad you’re coming!” She steers me down the stairs and through a geometric garden, all shaped planters and yellow-and-blue-tiled fountains, to the parking lot. She takes a deep breath and spews out a series of sentences so fast it’s only after she’s in a car with the door locked that I realize she said, “There’s not enough room in Scotty’s car for all of us, so you’ll ride with Ry, okay? See you there!” Scott’s in, too, and they pull out like they’re fleeing the law.
    I turn to see Ry standing right next to me, smiling. “Riding with me then? Great!”
    Floods. Did Tyler just set me up ?
    If only his truck weren’t so beautiful. I lean my head back and close my eyes, letting the breeze from the open window play across my face. Amun-Re, I love this truck.
    “So, how do you like San Diego?” he asks, more or less, since he says it in fluent Arabic, complete with Egyptian accent. He’s tapping on the steering wheel, eyes straight ahead on the road, but a dimple hints that he wants to smile that stupid smile and it’s all he can do not