Teen Spirit by Francesca Lia Block

Author:Francesca Lia Block [Block, Francesca Lia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-02-08T16:00:00+00:00

“Wait,” I snapped. There was no way I was stopping then. “Not yet.”

“Do you want to get arrested?”

Damn. “Okay, okay.” I got up, too, suddenly realizing Clark was probably right about coming here, flashing on a dream I’d had—had I dreamed this?—of being at this house, of red lights and sirens and danger. Grant’s idea could have gotten us in jail. Grant, I thought. What if he took over Clark entirely? Where would Clark be then? The police weren’t all I was afraid of.

CLARK AND I DIDN’T mention the Ouija board or Grant or my grandmother again for a few days. I think we just needed a rest from the whole thing. Grant didn’t show up. I had the bizarre, and palpably chilly sensation that he, too, was resting, or just laying low, trying to make us miss him, like a girl playing hard to get when she was afraid of being dumped. If we missed him enough, we wouldn’t want to send him away.

I did miss him, if I was honest, the urgent way he had looked at me as if I alone had the power to bring him back to life. The way I felt less—but also more—alive when I was with him, like I was escaping all the worries and fears and floating in a dream. But he scared me, too. I tried not to think about any of it.

My birthday was the next week, and my mom took Clark and me out for frozen yogurt, and we rented Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, our mutual favorite of the series. I got a cerise wool beret from Clark and a card from my mother.

Birthdays at the old house, when my grandmother was alive, were big deals, with elaborate three-course meals on china and homemade cakes covered in fresh roses and sparkling lemonade in champagne glasses with gold rims and twinkle lights in the trees and lots of presents that my grandmother wrapped in rose-covered paper and tied with raffia and pink satin. I thanked my mother as graciously as I could for the card and the movie and dessert, but inside I felt a little anger demon jumping up and down on one foot and shaking his fist at her, reminding me, once again, how much everything had changed.

SOMETHING ELSE HAD CHANGED. After Clark left that night, my mom told me that she and Luke would be going up north together for Thanksgiving in a few days and that I could come along.

“What the hell?” I said. “You’re acting like you’re engaged. You just met him two months ago.”

She ignored me. “I thought it would be a nice change. We need to get away. There’s a cute bed-and-breakfast Luke knows about.”

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