Inheritance

CHAPTER 25

Walking into Kennedy High School on Monday morning felt like walking into a pit of vipers. Reese had already gone through the gauntlet of photographers outside on the sidewalk, shouting questions at her about her relationship with Amber, and that was bad enough. Going inside meant facing people who knew her—or thought they had known her—as well as their judgment.

The normal hum of conversation faded quickly as she came through the door. After her lessons with Eres, Reese could now sense much more clearly where the emotions fell around her. There was a lot of curiosity—which still felt like dozens of fingers jabbing at her—but layered over that was an amalgamation of distrust and, in some cases, disgust. That feeling in particular emanated from a group of kids standing by the trophy cases. David’s friends. Of course his friends would hate her. The pictures made it look like she had cheated on him. She didn’t see David, though, and she wasn’t sure if she was glad about that or not.

He had been brief with her on the phone. She couldn’t tell if he was angry with her when she explained, haltingly, that she and Amber had been photographed together. “We didn’t do anything,” she told him. “I left right after they took those photos.” There had been a long silence afterward. So long that she began to fear that he had hung up on her. “Are you still there? Do you want me to come over?”

“No,” he said. “I’ll call you.”

She had kept her phone with her for the rest of the weekend, but he didn’t call. Julian did, and so did Madison, but Reese didn’t answer. She stayed in her room with the computer off and replayed her conversation with David on the ferry over and over in her mind, picking out every instance when she could have told him about what had happened with Amber, but chose not to. As the hours passed, dread built up inside her, layer upon layer. This was it, she thought. She had messed things up with David, just like she had feared she would, and now it was over.

As she crossed the school lobby on Monday morning, her face burned with shame. Whispers passed through the students: Cheating little dyke. What a freak.

At her locker, she fumbled through the combination, opening the door clumsily and nearly banging her face into it. She cursed under her breath and unloaded her backpack. She should get to class. Ignore all of these people. When she closed the locker she started at the sight of Julian, Madison, Bri, and Robbie standing right there. “Crap, you scared me,” Reese mumbled. They all had extremely sober expressions on their faces.

“Come on,” Julian said. “We’ll walk you to class.”

A wave of gratitude swept through Reese. “You don’t have to do that.”

Robbie shrugged. “You hooked up with some hot alien chick. Other people are just jealous.”

“I didn’t hook up with her,” Reese said. “At least, not last weekend.”

Madison’s eyebrows shot up. “When did you hook up with her?”

Reese reddened. “Those photos are totally misleading. I would never cheat on David.” It was important that her friends understood that, and she said the words loud enough that several other students stopped to stare at her. “I didn’t,” she insisted, looking at her friends.

Julian gave her a sympathetic look and put an arm around her, ushering her down the hall as the others fell in beside them. “Think of it this way: Now it’s all out in the open. You have nothing to fear anymore.”

“Also,” Bri put in, “you are totally coming back to the GSA.”

Reese only glimpsed David from afar at lunch, and he was surrounded by his friends, who kept shooting dark glances at her, so she didn’t approach him. Her friends tried to cheer her up, but she could only manage a wan smile at their bad jokes. She couldn’t avoid hearing the whispers in the hallways or feeling the waves of emotion that passed through other students when she walked past. Nobody believed that she hadn’t cheated on David. The pictures were too damning. By the end of the day she had withdrawn into herself, blocking everything off so that she was enclosed in her own mental space. It wasn’t comforting, though, because in her head she kept remonstrating herself for not telling David everything right away. Maybe if she had, he wouldn’t have reacted this way.

During Principles of Democracy, Mr. Hernandez once again told her and David to wait after class. David wouldn’t look at her the whole period, and even when the room cleared out—with a few students casting curious glances their way—he continued to sit in his seat, facing forward. David? she thought, but he only shook his head without answering her. She hunched over in her seat and wished she could be someplace else.

Mr. Hernandez closed the door. His shoes clicked across the floor as he pulled one of the desks out to face the two of them. She heard the beep as he turned on the audio recorder. “All right,” he said. “What happened on Saturday?”

“Dr. Brand officially invited us to go to the UN with them,” David answered.

“Interesting. What did you tell her?”

“That I’d think about it.”

“I assume you’re not going.”

“Of course not.” David’s voice was clipped.

Have you already decided? Reese asked him silently. His answer came back shortly: No.

“Reese, what about you?”

“Yeah,” she agreed, still gazing down at the desk. Someone had carved RIP MR. C into the upper right corner. “I’m not going.” She waited for David to ask if she was lying, but he didn’t.

“What about the adaptation chamber? Did you get photos?”

“Not yet,” David said. “But I asked about it.”

Reese lifted her head now and looked at him. He hadn’t told her that, and she wondered if he was fabricating this for Mr. Hernandez’s benefit.

“It’s on the ship,” David said. “There was no time for us to look at it, but when we go back on Saturday—”

“The General Debate begins on Monday. We need that info before then.” Mr. Hernandez did not look happy.

“I know,” David said. “You’ll have it on Saturday, I promise.”

Mr. Hernandez considered David for a long moment. “You seem to have turned a corner, David. I can see that you’re now fully on our side.”

“I was always on your side. On our side.”

Reese felt like she was going to be sick. What are you doing? she thought at David. He didn’t answer her. Mr. Hernandez went to his desk, where he took a large envelope out of his briefcase. He removed several glossy photos and returned to lay them on the desks in front of Reese and David. As Reese looked at the images, she began to sweat.

“As you can see, it is not only the paparazzi who are capable of photographing private moments,” Mr. Hernandez said.

One of the photos showed Reese’s mom at home in the kitchen. The picture had been taken through the back window. There was another photo of her dad at a restaurant. It must have been at lunch, because he was seated at a table near a window and daylight was pouring over the place setting. Her mom was seated across from him. They were holding hands.

“Saturday night, I will meet the two of you here at school,” Mr. Hernandez said. “The front doors will be unlocked at six PM to let people in for a theatrical production. You will bring me the photos of the adaptation chamber at six fifteen. Is that clear?”

Reese looked at Mr. Hernandez and made herself swallow the rage that burned in her throat. “It’s clear,” she said. She couldn’t see the photos on David’s desk but from the set of his shoulders, she guessed he had gotten the message too. If they didn’t bring CASS what they wanted, their families would be in danger.

“Yes,” David said. “We’ll have the photos.”

Mr. Hernandez nodded. “Good. Then I’ll see you tomorrow in class.”

They were dismissed. Reese stood up and saw one of the pictures in front of David before he swept them into a pile: his younger sister, Chloe, laughing. He put the photos in his backpack and headed out of the classroom. Reese turned to grab the pictures of her parents before following David into the hall.

“David!” she called. He couldn’t ignore her if she spoke out loud.

He was already fifteen feet ahead of her, but he slowed, turning. “I have to go to practice.”

“Can I talk to you?” she pleaded, hating how desperate she sounded.

“I have to go to practice,” he said again, beginning to walk backward. “I’ll call you tonight.” And then he left her standing there, the photos of her parents clutched in her hands.

Reese went to the school library, alone, to do her homework and wait for her mom to pick her up. After those pictures of her and Amber had been posted online, the paparazzi had swarmed Reese’s street with their long-range cameras, and leaving the house that morning had involved Reese ducking down in the passenger seat of the car while her mom honked the horn and screamed at the photographers.

“Don’t go outside until I call you,” her mom had told her right before dropping her off at school. “I can’t get there till after five but you’ll just have to wait. Your dad has a meeting in Palo Alto.”

Reese had no intention of stepping outside the school’s front doors until she knew her mom had arrived, but she was restless and couldn’t concentrate on her homework. She thought about those pictures of her parents, together. She thought about the photos of her and Amber. Students came in and out of the library, passing her and whispering behind their hands. They didn’t bother to keep their voices down, and she had to put in her earbuds so that she didn’t hear them judge her. She pulled out her phone, but there were no messages. She wondered if David really was going to call her after soccer practice. With a sinking feeling, she realized she didn’t believe he would.

She stared down at her physics textbook, the words blurring as her eyes grew hot. She blinked furiously. Not here, she told herself. If David wasn’t going to call her, she would have to put herself in a place where he couldn’t ignore her. They had to talk. This was all a misunderstanding. She could show him her memories of what had happened, and he would understand. He had to understand.

She glanced at the clock. It was still early, but that was good. She wouldn’t miss him. She loaded up her backpack and left the library, heading downstairs toward the gym. The hallway outside the boys’ locker room was empty, smelling faintly of cleaning fumes. She dropped her backpack on the floor and slid down the wall to the linoleum, drawing her knees up. She’d wait for him.

She heard the boys’ soccer team approaching before she saw them. They were loud and boisterous, cracking jokes about the school they were going to play tomorrow. The double doors in the distance banged shut and then the team rounded the corner, the dozen or so boys dressed identically in maroon shorts, dirty shin guards, and gray KENNEDY SOCCER tees. They reminded her of a pack of puppies, rowdy and joyful, but as soon as they saw her their energy changed completely. They focused, becoming a coordinated group of muscle with their attention fixed on her, and in the center of them was David.

She suddenly realized this might have been a very bad idea. How could he listen to her when he was surrounded by his teammates? She pushed herself to her feet as the boys approached. David separated himself from the others and came toward her. His shirt was smeared with grass stains, his hair was damp with sweat, and his face was grimy, but the sight of him awoke a fierce ache inside her. She had never seen him this way: as someone she was on the verge of losing.

“Hey,” he said, his face expressionless.

“Hey,” she answered.

Some of his teammates continued toward the locker room, but a few hung back until David said, “I’ll be there in a minute.” They nodded to him—brief, masculine nods that made Reese aware of exactly how far outside of his world she was at that moment—and left them alone in the hallway.

She plunged ahead before she could lose her nerve. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you what happened from the beginning. I should have. It just freaked me out so much and I couldn’t deal with it right then. I can show you what happened. Will you let me?” She held out her hand and he looked at it as if it contained a weapon. Her face burned, but she kept her hand out, her fingers curled up from her palm.

Just when she thought he was never going to accept her offer, he stepped forward. He took her hand.

She showed him everything. She made sure she left nothing out, and she was more open with him than she ever had been. In a way she felt as if she was stripping off all her clothes in the middle of the school hallway, and even though she was afraid he would hate what he saw, she did it anyway. Through his hand she sensed his emotions changing as she took him through her memories. At first he was tense and defensive, but gradually the tension was replaced with sadness. When it was over he let go of her and she whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he said in a low voice. “I’m not angry that you didn’t tell me. Not anymore.”

“Really?” she said hopefully. “Then we’re okay?”

He sighed. “No.”

Her heart seemed to stop. “What? What do you mean?”

He wouldn’t meet her gaze. His eyes seemed fixed on some point over her left shoulder. “I can’t do this. I can’t deal with the way people talk about us. About me.”

“You mean the assholes on the Internet? You can’t listen to them. You told me that yourself.”

He shook his head. “Not only them. People at school. Everywhere.” He finally looked at her, and he was wrecked. There was pain in his eyes, desperation in the set of his mouth. He took a step closer, lowering his voice into an intense whisper. “Those photos made you look like a cheater, but they made me look like an idiot. And I know you have feelings for her. Even if you didn’t kiss her last Saturday, you kissed her before. I remember how you felt about kissing her. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?”

She flinched. “I’m sorry,” she said again, and it sounded ridiculously inadequate—like attempting to apply a Band-Aid over a chest wound.

“I can’t compete with her.” David rubbed a hand over his face and pushed his damp hair back. “I don’t want to. I shouldn’t have to.”

“You’re not competing with her,” she insisted. It came out sounding like a shriek. She moderated her voice. “I want to be with you.”

“Yeah, you keep saying that, but you have feelings for her too.” His jaw clenched.

Heat flushed her body, and suddenly she was angry—angry at herself, angry at David, angry at Amber. “Why can’t you hear me? I have feelings for you. I may be the most inarticulate person on the planet when it comes to telling you how I feel, but I don’t have to tell you. You know. I showed you everything, and you know that I want to be with you—not with her. I don’t trust her. I trust you. I’m in—” She stumbled over the words and tried again. “I’m in love with you.”

David’s cheeks darkened. “Reese…”

“Shouldn’t the way I feel about you be more important than what other people think?” She reached for his hands. He was a mess of conflicting emotions: anguish and hope and brittle self-doubt. She had never felt him like that before, his conscious self sharp as crystal. David, she thought. I’m in love with you.

I know, he told her.

Isn’t that enough?

“You’re in love with her too,” he said softly. “It’s not okay with me.”

She felt like she was about to fall off a tightrope. “Are you breaking up with me?” she asked in a small voice.

He looked somewhat startled. “Yeah. I guess I am.”

She pulled away from him, backing up until she hit the wall, the cinder blocks cool against her sweaty palms. She was dizzy. Everything felt unreal: the glare of the fluorescent overhead lights, the shadows they cast over David’s face, the dark doorway to the boys’ locker room down the hall.

His cleats clicked on the floor as he shifted in place. “It’s not like I don’t ever want to see you again. We have to do this—this thing on Saturday. We have to talk about all that. But maybe we should take a couple of days to think about how to handle it. Okay?”

The idea of having to continue their charade with Mr. Hernandez, of taking more lessons with Eres Tilhar, of being with David when she wasn’t with him at all—it made panic explode inside her. She couldn’t do it.

“I know we can still be friends,” he was saying. “Can’t we go back to that?”

She was about to start crying at any second. “Yeah,” she choked out. “Of course.” And then she turned so he wouldn’t see the tears spill from her eyes, and picked up her backpack and slung it awkwardly over one shoulder. She tried not to stumble as she walked away. He didn’t call her back.

She pushed through the front doors of the school half-blinded by tears. She was assaulted by flashbulbs as the door slammed shut behind her.

She recoiled in shock, having forgotten that the photographers would be out there. But there were more than photographers; there were protesters. They shouted at her, their voices rising in a barrage of demands, and she remembered at that instant that she was supposed to wait inside the school for her mom’s phone call. She backed away and reached for the door handle, but it wouldn’t open. She tugged at it, but it didn’t budge. She turned her back to the crowd and tried the other door. It was locked too.

Of course. The school doors were locked after 5:00 PM. She banged on the door frantically as the shouts of the protesters rose, but nobody came. Could they not hear her?

She turned around slowly. Down on the sidewalk, police barricades kept the people back on two sides. Paparazzi were jammed in at the front. On the right were demonstrators she vaguely recognized from the pier: men and women holding signs about the new world order. New signs had been added too, and as she read the words her stomach seemed to shrink into a tight fist.

TRAITOR.

HUMAN RACE NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?

HOMOSEXUALS ARE POSSESSED BY ALIENS!

GOD HATES FAGS. FAGS = IMRIA. GOD HATES IMRIA.

On the left side were the Imria supporters with their WELCOME TO EARTH signs, but a new group had joined them. They waved rainbow flags and carried signs that declared GAY RIGHTS DON’T STOP WITH HUMANITY. One was done up with glitter and neon paint and stated ALIENS ARE FABULOUS!

Reese’s phone rang, and she pulled it out of her pocket in relief. “Mom, are you here?”

“I’m across the street by the café. I can’t turn. There’s too much police presence. Where are you?”

“I’m on the school steps. I’ll come to you.” She hung up and repocketed her phone before heading down the steps. As she approached the two mobs of demonstrators their chants grew louder, but she kept her gaze straight ahead, not looking directly at anyone. She focused on herself, pushing back the waves of ferocity on the right and the pressure of curiosity on the left. She was on the sidewalk now. She only had to cross the street, passing the police who were watching her with expressionless eyes. Her mom was barely a block away, but getting to the Prius felt like navigating through a mile-long obstacle course. By the time she reached the car and slid inside, she was wired and breathless.

“Are you okay?” her mom asked, pulling the car around the corner onto Eighteenth Street.

“Yeah,” she said, still clutching her backpack. “Some of those people are crazy.”

“You can’t pay any attention to what those homophobes are saying,” her mom said grimly. “There’s nothing wrong with you. Nothing.”

Reese glanced at her mom in surprise. When they had parted that morning, they hadn’t been on the best of terms; Reese knew her mom was still mad at her about the argument she’d had with her dad. Her mom’s apparent change of heart startled a question out of her that she hadn’t even known she wanted to ask. “You don’t think I’m a freak for dating an alien?”

Her mom shook her head decisively. “No, honey. I don’t.” Her mom pulled the car to a stop at the red light and turned to her, squeezing her knee. “You’re not a freak. You’re my daughter and I love you.”

Reese hugged her backpack closer, trying to swallow the tears that kept pricking at her eyes. “Thanks, Mom.”

Her mom sighed and turned back to the street. “But you’re still grounded for what you said to your dad.”