girls.”
“ Maybe he’s a prostitute,” she offered.
“ Maybe he’s a Russian spy,” I said, my eyes growing wide with wonder.
“ Maybe he’s a neo-Nazi,” she replied with a grin.
“ Oh! Maybe he’s the Zodiac killer,” I said, thinking I’d most likely nailed it.
She laughed and tipped back a sip of her hot chocolate. “I thought they caught that guy in like the 80’s.”
“ No. The person they suspected it to be passed away and then the strange calls and killings stopped happening, so they just figured it was him.”
“ I doubt Hot Guy is a crazy person. You should have faith in people.”
I rolled my eyes and shot her a you-know-better-than-that stare. “You sound like him.”
“ Huh,” she smirked. “I like him already.”
“ I’m thinking about letting him come on the road trip with me…” I all but whispered, scared of what her reaction would be. Ninety-nine percent of me assumed she would throw the rest of her donut at my head as an attempt to knock some sense into me.
“ You should. If I weren’t about to freaking DIE, I would go on a road trip with a random hot guy. What do you possibly have to lose?”
I flashed her a pointed stare. “Uh, my life...my virginity…my freedom…my parent’s trust.”
“ So nothing of importance?” she laughed, smoothing her hair back into a ponytail. Her arms were so small, skin and bone, if that.
I smiled at her and shook my head.
“ It doesn’t matter. I’m not sure I should go at all anymore,” I muttered.
“ Why!?”
I didn’t answer because the reason was staring me in the face and she wouldn’t take too kindly to my response.
“ It better not be because of me!” she bellowed with a hard stare.
I blanched. “I can go on a road trip anytime. You’re really sick, Caroline.”
I thought I could see black plumes of smoke shooting out of her ears in that moment. “Abby. If you do not go on that road trip in a few days, I’ll forbid the hospital from letting you in. I’ll tell them that you mentioned bringing a bomb in and I’ll make them put you on their watch list.”
“ Wow,” I mouthed, trying to hold back my laughter. Caroline was so ridiculous, but I half believed her.
“ Yeah, I’m that serious.”
“ Okay, psychopath. Jeez, I can’t imagine what you would be like if you weren’t strapped down by ten machines right now.”
“ A real force of nature,” she replied proudly.
“ Exactly.”
“ So you’ll go?” she asked, hope dancing in her hollowed eyes.
“ Yes,” I answered, even though the guilt was hard to push through.
“ With him?”
“ We’ll see…”
CHAPTER FIVE
On Thursday morning I headed to the drug store to fill my prescriptions and pick up a few travel-sized essentials. My original plan was to leave for the road trip the next day, but I hadn’t talked to Beck since earlier in the week. Was twenty-four hours enough notice? Was I really going to be insane enough to bring him along with me? I knew that any normal person wouldn’t even consider it, but I just need you to be on my side. When that career counselor asked me to tell her about myself, I drew a giant BLANK. There was nothing— I had no reckless nights of sneaking out or drinking, going to parties, or any other normal teenage mischief. I needed something, at least one or two shenanigans, to cling onto when I was ninety. I could look back and shake my head at how careless I had been.
Just. This. Once.
So I did it. I was in that drug store, deciding between getting one or two mini-toothpastes, when I called Beck.
He picked up on the third ring. “Abby Mae.”
I don’t know if he was surprised to hear from me or if he always greeted people with a hint of cheerfulness.
“ Good morning, Beck. It has come to my attention that I have an additional seat available for my road trip, which leaves tomorrow at eleven am sharp.” I cut right to the chase.
“ Which one?”
“ Which one, what?” I asked, picking