"You’re the first girl I’ve met around here who’s real, and who cares about things and likes to do things. But half the time, you decide the conversation’s over in mid-sentence and take off. Or you ignore me when we’re at school and other people are around, and you tell your cousin that there’s nothing going on between us and that you’re not interested me at all."
"Me? What about you?"
"What about me?"
"You’re the master of saying one word and disappearing. And you have all these things that you care about, like Bea and Oliver and surfing and acting, but most people would never know that. Your father thinks you can’t wait to be a banker and all your friends think you don’t care about anything. And meanwhile you’ve gone from a person who acted like he cared about me to a professional bodyguard doing a favor for my aunt. I mean, what is the whole Secret Service act about?”
His jaw was clenched. “I don’t want anything to you.”
“Nothing’s happened to me.”
“Oh, like when you got hit by a car?”
“It didn’t hit me.”
“But I should have been there. I got caught up, talking to Mr. Dudley, and I was late, and I let you stand out there all alone.”
“Quinn, that makes no sense.”
“I just don’t want it to happen again.”
“What don’t you want to happen?”
“I don’t want anyone I care about to get hurt on my watch.”
That shut us both up. We were silent for a while, each looking out our respective windows as we sped along the highway. And then I figured it out. “This is about your mom, isn’t it?”
He just sort of shrugged. And then he said, “Probably.”
I moved closer and leaned into him. After a moment he put his arm around my shoulder. And we just stayed like that, not talking, the rest of the way to the airport.
— Jennifer Sturman
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