Avalon High by Meg Cabot

Author:Meg Cabot [Meg Cabot]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2006-10-13T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

And moving thro’ a mirror clear

That hangs before her all the year,

Shadows of the world appear.

There she sees the highway near

Winding down to Camelot:

This wasn’t the clear, still water of my pool back home.

This was deep, opaque seawater, choppy with waves. There were probably sharks down there. And riptides. As Will’s head disappeared beneath the dark surface, I sucked in my breath, wondering if he’d ever resurface.

I wasn’t the only one, apparently, with this concern. Lance, scanning the waves for some sign of Will, growled at Marco, as menacingly as Cavalier had the night before.

“If anything happens to him,” Lance snarled, “you’re a dead man.”

“If anything happens to him, your life’ll get a whole lot easier,” Marco said evenly. “Won’t it?”

I saw Lance’s face flush darkly, then noticed him exchange glances with Jennifer. On her pretty face was an expression of naked fear—but was it fear for Will? Or fear for herself, over what Marco had said?

A second later, Will’s dark head popped up from the waves. Then he began swimming, with long, hard strokes, toward the spot where Crew-cut Kid had disappeared.

“Turn us around,” Jennifer commanded Marco, in a sharp voice I couldn’t help but admire. She, at least, wasn’t taking any guff from this guy.

“Fine,” Marco said, his jaw tightening, twisting the Pride Winn’s wheel. Then, noticing that I was staring at him, he grinned. “I don’t get what the big deal is. They’re just a bunch of tourists.”

Then, when I just glared at him, he said, “Joke! I’m joking. God, nobody around here can take a joke. Remember that, new girl.”

“Maybe it’s just your jokes,” I said. “They aren’t really very funny.”

The motorboat’s driver had cut his engines, and now he, as well as most of his passengers, were clinging to the side of the craft, scanning the water for some sign of the missing boy. Will, reaching the spot where Crew-cut Kid had gone under, disappeared once more beneath the waves.

“Where are they?” Jennifer, standing beside me, reached out and took my arm and squeezed, staring tensely at the water. “Where is he?”

And I felt a surge of guilt for every mean thought I’d ever had about her. Because her anxiety was real. No one is that good of an actress. Yeah, she was in love with Lance. But I got the feeling that a part of her—a big part—still loved Will as well…and would probably always love Will, no matter what ended up happening between them….

…or what ended up happening now.

I’d been looking at Jennifer—at her pretty face transfixed with anxiety, her blue-eyed gaze scanning the water. Suddenly, I saw her expression change. She smiled and flushed with relief.

I glanced back at the water to see that Will was towing Crew-cut Kid—sputtering seawater—back toward the motorboat.

“Thank God,” Jennifer said, and seemed to sag against me. Lance had gone visibly pale beneath his dark tan. Marco, for his part, yawned and went to open a new can of Coke for himself.

We sat in tense silence until Will returned.

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