percent possible.â He stops. âWhat about you? What would you rename yourself if you could?â
I sigh. âRight now, anything but Ellison.â
âWhatâs wrong with Ellison?â
âEllison is the girl who gets dumped by Tristan Wheeler at the town carnival.â
âYou think he dumped you because of your name?â
âNo. I think he dumped me because Iâm me.â
And just like that, the misery washes back over me and I collapse onto my pillows, staring at the ceiling. The tears well up and run down the sides of my cheeks. I donât even attempt to brush them away. Owen has seen me cry a thousand times. Whatâs one more?
Heâs fallen silent beside me. I know heâs trying to find a way to cheer me up. Like he always does. But itâs not that simple this time. Iâm beyond cheering up. Beyond fixing.
âI have a secret to tell you,â he says after a long while. His voice isnât light and playful like it usually is when heâs on one of his âCheer Up Ellisonâ missions. Itâs quiet and serious. Almost hesitant. The shift snags my attention and I sit up.
âWhat?â There are traces of concern in my voice. Owen and I donât keep secrets from each other. We never have. So what has he been hiding from me?
He sighs and stares down at my comforter. âI wasnât going to tell you because, well, itâs kind of humiliating.â
I swallow. âNow you have to tell me.â
âBlimey, okay. You have to swear you wonât laugh.â
I laugh at this. He shoots me a look. I settle down.
âSeriously,â I tell him. âWhy would I laugh?â
âLike I said, itâs embarrassing.â
âI wonât laugh,â I swear, keeping my voice steady and sincere.
He exhales loudly and hugs Hippo tighter, like heâs trying to pull strength from the inanimate object. âOkay, here it goes.â
Iâm not sure why, but suddenly I feel like the air has been sucked out of the room. My stomach clenches in anticipation. Am I actually nervous? Why would I be nervous? Maybe because Iâve never heard Owenâs voice quite so grave before. What if itâs bad? Iâm not sure I can handle any more bad news today.
âLast night I dreamed I went skinny-dipping in the school pool with Principal Yates.â
I stare at him openmouthed for a long time and then burst into uncontrollable giggles.
Owen huffs indignantly. âYou said you wouldnât laugh.â
I laugh harder. âHow can I not? Are you kidding?â
He flinches. âNo. See? This is why I didnât want to tell you!â
âIâm sorry,â I say, trying to regain control. âBut why did you tell me if you knew I would laugh?â
As soon as the question is out of my mouth, the answer is obvious to me.
He knew I would laugh. Thatâs why he told me. Another mission accomplished. Owen managed to momentarily make me forget about the worst night (correction, day ) of my life.
âI swear though,â Owen warns, âif you tell a living soul, I will murder you in your sleep and make it look like a mafia hit.â
âSoâ¦â I say, nudging his shoulder. âHow was she? Was she good? Did she have a rockinâ bod?â I crack up again.
Owen shudders. âEew! Bugger off! I really donât want to talk about this. I shouldnât have told you.â
I shake my head. âNo, youâre right. You shouldnât have. Because Iâm going to hold this against you for the rest of your life.â
9:12 p.m.
Owen leaves a half hour later. I swallow an ibuprofen to help with the massive headache Iâm surely going to have in the morning, turn off the light, and climb under the covers. In the darkness, everything about my day becomes magnified. Like my agony feeds off the shadows and grows darker and more sinister in my head. Then the questions start. The