“It wasn’t supposed to rain tonight,” Adam said quickly.
Mr. Vader nodded. “The storm popped up.”
Adam backed off a millimeter. “Well. Since you were paying attention, thanks for coming to our rescue.”
“I knew you were okay. I watched you.” Mr. Vader took a pair of folding binoculars out of his pocket.
“That’s creepy,” Adam said.
“You know what’s creepy?” Mr. Vader asked. “Two kids who are supposedly dating spray-paint their names on the bridge like they’re in love. ey get caught under a bridge during an electrical storm. And they don’t fool around. They just sit there.”
I’d planned to stay quiet and let Adam handle his dad. I didn’t want to get him in more trouble. But this was too much. “Adam’s right,” I piped up. “That’s creep—”
“Can you believe this?” Adam interrupted me. He didn’t care I was trying to back him up. He wasn’t even listening. He turned to me and said, “You’re a witness to this.
It’s probably the only time this has happened in the history of the United States. I’m in trouble for not doing you.” Mr. Vader took his hands off his hips and pointed at Adam’s chest. “I won’t have you talking like that in front of Lori. Or in front of me, for that matter.” Which was ludicrous, because the boys had learned all their best figures of speech from Mr. Vader. So had I.
“Why not?” Adam’s voice rose. “at’s what you’re talking about, right? And now you don’t want to talk about it? Maybe you’re sorry you brought it up. Maybe you see now that it’s none of your business.”
“It’s my business when it’s part of this stupid game between you and Sean.”
“Which one?” I asked.
As if I hadn’t spoken, Mr. Vader said to Adam, “Your mother was right. You and Lori aren’t really dating. You’re trying to make Rachel jealous and get her away from Sean.”
Sean made Adam angry. I could only imagine what it was doing to Adam to find out his dad bought Sean’s act. Adam was going to explode at his dad. He would be grounded. We wouldn’t get to make Sean and Rachel jealous tonight. I put my arm around him and told Mr. Vader, “Maybe he’s more of a gentleman than you think.” Adam gave me a look of utter disbelief. Despite how serious the situation was, I almost laughed.
He didn’t explode, but his chest did expand, until I lost my hold around him. He turned back to Mr. Vader, held out his fingers, and touched the first one. “Sean.” He touched his second finger and said, “Stole.” He tapped his third finger vigorously. “My.” He touched his pinky. “Girlfriend.” Mr. Vader hmphed and half-turned away, finished with us. “It’s obvious Sean has something good going on, as usual, and you’re trying to ruin it. Sean bought Rachel a wakeboard. He gave it to her at dinner, in front of your mother and Cameron and me. You don’t mess with something special like that.” He stalked down the pier, toward the party.
Adam and I looked at each other. Sean had been saving the money he earned at the marina to buy a Byerly for himself. He’d bragged about it every day in the boat, like all he needed was this new trick wakeboard and he’d be numero uno again. We were talking hundreds of dollars.
He’d spent that money on Rachel instead?
Adam jogged down the pier and stepped in front of Mr. Vader, blocking his way. “What about bindings?”
“Bindings too,” Mr. Vader said. “They’re on order.”
It didn’t make sense for Mr. Vader to be proud of Sean buying his new girlfriend a wakeboard instead of buying one for himself. It was a frivolous purchase made way too soon in their relationship. Right? What Adam and I knew, and what Mr. Vader knew too but clearly wasn’t admitting to himself, was that this was the first time Sean had ever done something selfless.
Or so it seemed. But he’d given it to her in front of his mom and dad, like he’d wanted to impress them more than her. e ew factor was off the charts. Parents were bad enough. You didn’t go out of your way to involve them.
Adam was thinking the same thing. “Her birthday isn’t until March. Why’d he make this big presentation at the dinner table?”
“Because he values her,” Mr. Vader said haughtily, “and he wanted to show us how much he values her.”
“Couldn’t he value her out in the Volvo?” Adam hollered. “Jesus!”
Mr. Vader pushed past Adam and resumed his walk up the pier. Partygoers in his yard stepped out of his way. I watched him carve a swath through the crowd until he disappeared inside the house. I couldn’t hear over the music, but I could tell from the way people near the house jerked their heads in that direction that Mr. Vader slammed the door.
Adam pinched his own arm thoughtfully. He reached over and pinched my arm.
“Ow!” I squeaked.
He took me by the shoulders and shook me gently. “He gave her a wakeboard.”
“I know.”
“In front of my parents. Because he values her.” He imitated his dad’s tone, heavy with gravity.
“You could have valued her,” I pointed out. “You could have given her something that meant a lot to you.” I nodded toward his neck.
His eyes flew wide open. He gripped the skull-and-crossbones pendant protectively. “You gave this to me.” We pinned each other with a long look, and I wished for the millionth time in the past week that I could read his mind. He was upset all over again about losing Rachel.
He was mad at Sean about Rachel. He was outraged that his parents believed Sean over him about Rachel. But the pendant was more important to him than Rachel? Because I’d given it to him?
e boys with bottle rockets had noticed us and shouted to us. ey were shooting bottle rockets near us in the water. Sooner or later they would set a boat on fire. Yet I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Adam’s blue eyes so bright in the gray mist. He must have seen something in my eyes, too.
“I’d better go change,” I said slowly. “For the party.”
“Right,” Adam said, still holding my gaze.
“So.” I laughed nervously. Dork. “I’ll meet you back here in a while. Beauty takes patience. Ha ha ha ha.” He shook his head. “We should go to the party like this.”
“Like this? My hair is full of lake.”
“You look great in a bikini. As you know.”
I was glad the dusk hid my blushing face. Or maybe it made my blushing face stand out like it made other colors pop, because I was that fortunate. “What do you mean, as I know? I don’t know.”
“If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t be wearing a bikini to get Sean’s attention.”
“Yeah. Fat lot of good it’s done me.”
“You wouldn’t be flaunting it.”
“Flaunting it! Are you sure? I have no idea what that would look like.”
“Come flaunt it up at the house.”
I wasn’t sure why this irked me. He’d told me I looked good. He’d told me I would look good to Sean. is is what we wanted. Anyway, I couldn’t stand out here and flaunt it for anyone in my bikini. I knew the night was hot and steamy, but the rain had done me in. I was freezing.
“Cold again?” he asked me, stepping closer.
I shivered some more. My stupid body had a mind of its own. “Toasty.”
“Hold on.” He took the extra key to the warehouse from the ledge above the door and stepped inside. He came back out with his zip-up sweatshirt printed with the name of our football team on the front and his number on the back. He held it up like an old man holding up an old lady’s coat for her. I slipped my arms into the sleeves.
Then he turned me around toward him. He pulled the hood up over my hair. Put the hood back down. Kissed me on the tip of my nose.
Foop! A bottle rocket exploded in the water just below us, illuminating a blob of bryozoa clinging to the wharf.
Adam took my hand, whispering, “We’ve got them right where we want them. Trust me.”
He led me through the crowd in the yard, up the deck stairs, into his shadowy living room pulsing with music. Sean was surrounded by a group of people listening with open mouths to his puffed-up story of how he gave Rachel a wake-board. Even Holly and Beige exclaimed like they were happy for Rachel instead of grumbling internally that Rachel was another in a long line and Sean was just showing off. Two feet away, Rachel was surrounded by hoydens screeching about how lucky she was to have a boyfriend like Sean.