Souvenir by Therese Fowler

Author:Therese Fowler
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780345504623
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2008-02-12T05:00:00+00:00

Thirty-one

FOR HER FIRST IN-PERSON DATE WITH KYLE, SAVANNAH WORE HER GENUINE “Carson @ Johnny’s” tee, as Carson had written over the front left shoulder. Then he’d signed his name, big and obvious, on the left sleeve. Rachel, who was riding with her and Angela to the hotel where Angela would drop Savannah off, wore her T-shirt too. “I love love love it,” Rachel was saying from the front seat, “but aren’t you worried Kyle will get, like, possessive or jealous?”

“He’s not like that,” Savannah said, picking at a third broken fingernail. “He’s not the jealous type.” As if she knew for sure. She wasn’t worried about it anyway; mostly she just wanted Rachel to shut up.

“Have you told him about Monday?”

“I left him a message about it, but he never got it.”

“If he, like, gets really mad, just call us, okay? I mean it. We’ll come get you, won’t we, Angela?”

Angela shrugged. “Sure, whatever.”

“He won’t be mad,” Savannah said. “He’s really sweet and, you know, understanding.” As far as she knew. What if he wasn’t? What did she really know about him? If she got there and saw he wasn’t who he was supposed to be—if he was, like, forty and fat, or worse, she wouldn’t bother to call Rachel. She’d just bail right there on the spot, just call a cab or something.

Angela drove up into the hotel’s circle drive. “Have fun,” she said. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“Which leaves, like, nothing,” Rachel said, turning around to face the backseat. Savannah reached for the door latch, but Rachel grabbed her arm. “Do you want me to come in and wait with you?”

“No—I’m good.”

“Be careful, then, okay? I mean, like, use protection and all that. God! I can’t believe you’re going to, you know, do all this stuff before me! I never would’ve believed it.”

“It’s fate I guess,” Savannah said, sounding braver than she felt as she opened the door. “Don’t worry, you’ll find the right guy soon.”

She got out and shut the door. Rachel leaned out the window. “Call me tomorrow, you swear?”

“I will. And remember: if my mom calls your mom for any reason, I just left your house and am walking home—and then you call me that second, no matter what time it is.”

Rachel nodded dutifully. “You can count on me. On us.”

“But don’t call otherwise. Okay—see you. Thanks, Angela.” Now that they’d helped her scam her parents, they’d protect her—or it would be their asses too.

She turned and walked inside with faked confidence, inhabiting twenty as best she could in case Kyle was there already, watching for her. The walk was unnecessary, though; she knew the moment the doors slid closed behind her that the guy standing at the check-in desk was him. His back was to her, but she knew. Something about his clothes—a rumpled white T-shirt and caramel cargo shorts, black flip-flops—and the canvas bag dropped at his feet, along with his mop of curly black hair, assured her this was the guy she’d been growing to know—maybe even to love?—these past few weeks.

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