Non Pratt - Trouble

“Did you have fun with Katie and the others when you went out last night?”

I told him I stayed at home with Lola, which is true. When I last called Katie she said she’d let me know if anything exciting came up, which totally opened it out for a joke about her and Rex. After end of term at the park they went back to hers, but she’d just started her period so nothing happened. On the plus side, it finally pushed Rex into manning up and actually asking her out. Katie’s enjoyed making me eat my words — going on about dates at the cinema and dinner at Nando’s. I’m pleased for her. Really. And it makes a nice change from hearing her boast how fast her Katie Coleman Special works, not that she’s had much chance to try it out with her brothers crowding out her house and Rex’s parents being more than a bit weird about him having girls over. Ten weeks. That’s got to be a personal best for Katie — I’m surprised it hasn’t grown over.

When I didn’t hear from her I assumed she’d had the chance to celebrate New Year with a different kind of bang.

But Katie didn’t stay in with Rex. They went out, Aaron said. With the others.

So the question is, why didn’t Katie ask me along too?

I watch Neville slide his present onto his bookshelf amongst the history books I used to think were for show. When he limps over to the wardrobe I think about asking how his leg is — it looks stiffer than it did two weeks ago — but he’s riffling amongst his clothes, muttering to himself, then he’s grumbling at the hanger he’s trying to get hold of, until he finally pulls something out.

“Try this.”

“What is it?”

“What does it look like? It’s a leather jacket.” Neville shakes the garment at me. The dark leather is soft as I take it and look at it, running a thumb over the sleeve. I’ve always liked the smell of leather, there’s something warm and organic about it, appetizing for senses other than taste; for touch and smell. I pull it on and shrug my shoulders into it, reaching out to see where the cuffs fall on my wrists.

It’s a perfect fit.

Neville makes a “turn around” gesture and when I turn back to face him, he’s nodding. “Thought so.”

I don’t want to assume anything — it seems impudent to think Neville is going to let me borrow a jacket that makes me feel much cooler than I really am.

“Merry Christmas,” Neville says with a nod. “It’s yours if you like it.”

“What?” I look up from posing in the mirror. “Mine? I thought maybe you’d let me borrow it…”

“Nah. It’s a gift. I bought that jacket when I was your age. Wore it all the time, even after I settled down to be a lecturer and I was supposed to be dressing respectable. My wife liked me in it.”

Wife? I look up sharply, but that’s not where this conversation is going.

“Neville…”

“It looks good on you, kid.” He gives me a wicked smile. “And, to be honest, you could do with a few fashion tips.”

On the way home I check every folder I’ve got in my phone, trying to convince myself that Aaron’s got it wrong, or that somehow I missed a message. Who am I kidding? It was New Year. My phone was on all night — there’s no way I missed anything.

The scrape of the handbrake nudges me out of my head and back to reality. It’s starting to snow and once I’m standing on the drive I stick out my tongue to see if I can catch a falling flake, promising myself a wish the way I did when I was little. Back then I wished for my parents to stop arguing, for a new bike with pink handlebars and white tyres, for a rabbit or a hamster or even a goldfish to care for.

These days I’m the one causing the arguments, I couldn’t ride a bike even if I had one and my sister’s the one with the rabbit.

“Hannah?” Mum’s standing by the front door. “Come on, it’s freezing.”

Robert’s in the sitting room with his laptop and Lola’s sprawled on the floor concentrating on copying a rabbit from her How To Draw Animals book. I mean, I say “rabbit” but, to be honest, what she’s drawing looks more like a donkey.

“Did you speak to him?” Mum asks, but Robert shakes his head. “For goodness’ sake, Robert, you’ve got to tell him sooner or later.”

“Don’t tell me what to do with my own son, Paula.”

For a second I think she’s going to say something, but Mum just turns and walks out. As she passes me in the doorway I can see she’s crying.

“Mum—”

“Don’t, Hannah. Just… don’t.”

My family is falling to pieces. It’ll take more than a snowflake wish to put it back together.

Rex and Katie are official. This means that instead of reserving their lust for the privacy of their houses or the dark of the park on a Friday, they’re comfortable with multiple very public displays of affection. It’s against school rules, but anyone doing it out of view of the staffroom gets away with it.

“Gross.”

Someone verbalizes my thoughts. I turn to see Anj next to me, looking, yet trying not to, at Katie and Rex. She bites her lips together when she realizes I’ve caught her out.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

“You only said what we’re all thinking,” I say, as I notice someone standing in the doorway. It’s Hannah. She’s glancing at the happy couple over her shoulder as if there’s somewhere she’s meant to be. Presumably with Katie.

Anj asks if I’d like to sit with her in Maths.

“Can I do that?”

She shrugs. “New term, new desk buddies.”

“Choose wisely, Miss Ojo,” I say with a smile. “You may live to regret your decision.”

“No more than I regret the one I made at the start of last term.” She rolls her eyes. “Seriously. The girl I sit with at the moment keeps copying my answers, without even hiding it.”

“I promise you won’t know I’m copying.” As I grab my bag, I see Katie walking on ahead of us. She’s talking to Marcy and one of her friends — Nicole — and the three of them start laughing about something as they walk through the door. Right past Hannah.

I stay in the toilets. No one’ll notice I’m missing. I’ve skipped lessons before and only once have I got into proper trouble.

No one’ll notice.

Not even my best friend.

The way she looked at me…

Like I wasn’t even there.

Like I’m not the person who’s held her hair while she’s puked up in my bathroom. Like I’m not the person who lied to her parents when she was out all night with some guy she met at a club so that I got into trouble instead. Like I’m not the person who’s shared her secrets and my secrets until they became our secrets. Like I’m not the person who’s always there when she needs me.

I think about the fight we had on the phone at the weekend. The one where I found out that she’d gone out with Rex and his friends — and his friends’ girlfriends.

“You mean Marcy was there?”

Silence.

“You went out with Marcy without telling me?”

“Because I’d knew you’d be like this about it.”

“Only because she’s such a bitch!”

“Come on, Han. It’s not like you haven’t given her a reason…”

My turn to be silent. I couldn’t believe she’d said that. It doesn’t matter what excuse your worst enemy has to hate you, your best mate should always take your side. Shouldn’t she?

My mascara’s all over the place and I have to dab at my eyes with toilet paper to try and sort it out. I don’t want Katie to know I’ve been crying because she’ll know why. I don’t want to be the weak one. The bell goes for the end of first period and I hear a group come in. If I was in a movie this would be the point that I’d hear them bitching about me across the cubicles without realizing I was here. I hold my breath and listen, but my life isn’t a movie and they’re not talking about me. They’re talking about boys. As if they’d be talking about anything else.

Katie avoids me during morning break, arriving late for Citizenship stinking so strongly of smoke that I can still smell it, even once she’s shuffled to the far corner of the table. I try to catch her after, but I get picked on to collect the stupid textbooks and by the time I’m back at our form room, Katie’s gone. Determined to be strong, I refuse to ring her to find out where she’s gone and head to the canteen instead.

I hardly ever come here so I have no one to eat with. I think about chickening out, but I’m starving and at least the food is hot and cheap. I get a tray load of chicken, “chipped potatoes” and beans, then look for a seat.

There’s an empty table at the back that I practically sprint for. I slam my tray down at exactly the same time as some half-height kid in the year below.

“Hey! I got here first,” he says, annoyed at me as I sit down.

“And? There’s five other seats.” I sweep my fork around at them.

“Billy no mates, are you?” he sneers. “I’m here with FIVE friends, so we need your seat.”

“You’re not getting it,” I say, taking my anger out on a piece of chicken. He opens his mouth to say something else when someone slides into the seat opposite me. I look up to see Gideon, who gives me a wink. Anj and Aaron slide in from the other side and the kid looks like he’s about to have a fit.

“Hey, gorgeous. You joining us for lunch?” Gideon says in the campest voice I’ve ever heard him use and the kid makes a bolt for it.

Aaron looks over at me and smiles, just a tug on the corners of his mouth, as Gideon starts quizzing me about a PSHE project I didn’t know I was supposed to have done. When I look back at Aaron, he’s still looking at me. He’s noticed, hasn’t he? I wish he hadn’t.

The day passes slowly, silently, since the person I usually talk to is ignoring me. The theme continues when I come home to an empty house. Mum’s at work and Robert and Lola are at his parents’. It’s too long to wait to dinner so I head straight to the kitchen for a glass of milk and some biscuits and crisps. It’s only once I’ve put the milk back in the fridge that I notice the Post-it note that’s fallen off the door:

I spoke to Jay.

Please call him — he’d like to hear from you.

R

I fold the note carefully in half once, twice, and put the square of paper in the bin.

Not tonight.

Katie and I still aren’t talking and it’s killing me. Not that she’d know. I’ve had plenty of practice hiding my feelings recently.

Only maybe, just maybe, I shouldn’t have hidden them from my best mate. That was what kept me awake last night and I realized that the reason I’m so angry with Katie for going off with Marcy is because I’m finally ready to tell her the truth.

Yesterday I found out that she’d gone with Marcy to Nicole’s the night before to dye her hair. It looks good. Red suits Katie better than the blonde she’s always been, but it hurt to be seeing it for the first time at registration when I should have been the one rinsing the dye out of her hair and screaming in excitement once it was dry. Not Nicole. Certainly not Marcy. There’s a bitter little part of me that wonders whether Marcy’s making a move on Katie as payback for what she suspects went down with me and her boyfriend. And then I swallow that pill, because I need to face up to the fact that, like Tyrone, Katie is happy to be tempted.

It’s time I let her know how important she is to me.

I catch her during the last part of the basketball game that’s on after school. She’s sitting on the bench just outside the fire exit and I sit down as she lights up, so she can’t make an excuse and walk off the way she’s been doing all week.

My hands are shaking and I jam them into my pockets.

So I do it. I tell her.

“Four months?”

“Thereabouts.”

Katie takes a drag of her cigarette and I see that she’s upset with me. But then, “You’ve still got time to get rid of it.” She blows smoke out of the side of her mouth and away from my face. “I’ll come with, if you want.”