Nantucket Blue by Leila Howland

Author:Leila Howland [Howland, Leila]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction - Young Adult
Publisher: Disney-Hyperion
Published: 2013-05-06T22:00:00+00:00

Twenty-one

Zack: Happy 4th!

Me: You too.

Zack: Where r u?

Me: I don’t know!!! Not Nobadeer. Some other beach. Cops at Nobadeer.

Zack: 40th Pole?

Me: Let me ask.

Me: Tom Nevers.

Zack: K. Want me to come get u?

Me: OMG. Yes pls.

Zack: See you in 20. Meet me at shuttle stop.

“I think I’m going to leave,” I said to Liz, who was downing her fourth beer in less than an hour. My first beer was still almost full and had grown warm in my hand. We hadn’t even tried to go to Nobadeer, because the cops had found out about that one. This was supposedly the secret, small, underground one. And yet, it was the biggest party I’d ever been to, even though Shane said it was lame compared to 2010, where there were almost three thousand partiers.

I couldn’t tell how many were here now, but there were at least a hundred Jeeps parked on the beach, all of them filled with people in their bathing suits, all of the people getting shitfaced, blasting loud music, and peeing in plain sight. Shit, I thought when I accidentally turned my head and saw a gross, chinless guy whip it out to take a leak in the dunes.

“But you can’t leave yet,” Liz said. “I haven’t introduced you to Colin! Where is that wanker? He said he’d be here by now.” She checked her phone for messages. “You shouldn’t go yet. You should stay and experience this bacchanalia. This is just the type of atmosphere you need to loosen you up—literally!” She laughed.

“Ha-ha,” I said. Nearby, a guy in stars-and-stripes swimming trunks threw up in the dunes, and he looked like a real adult, with a bald spot and everything. He wiped strings of vomit from his mouth with the back of his hand. “I really have to go, Liz.”

“Suit yourself,” she said under her breath. “But you need to relax if you ever want to—” She made a circle with one hand and drove her index finger through it with the other.

“That’s gross,” I said.

“Wimp,” she said as I walked away.

“Tart,” I called back, laughing.

“I take that as a compliment!”

I hadn’t seen Zack since our meeting at Steps. I closed my eyes as I waited for him at the shuttle stop, remembering how good it had felt to float around with him in the shallow water, how funny it was when he pretended to be the lifeguard, how strong he was when he picked me up and then flipped me in the deeper water, how it had finally, finally started to feel like summer.

When I saw Zack coming toward me in the land yacht, I felt a happy relief at feeling known, recognized, understood, familiar, the same feeling I used to get at the sight of Jules in the cafeteria when we hadn’t seen each other all morning. He pulled up next to me, pretended that he didn’t know me, and asked me if I needed a ride. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. The feeling changed. It

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