That 18th Summer by Raine O'Tierney

Author:Raine O'Tierney [O’Tierney, Raine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beaten Track via Indie Author Project
Published: 2015-10-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

My family is…managing.

Mom’s less of a Susie Psycho Homemaker, and when Dad’s in the yard he’s tending rather than destroying. Then there’s me. I’m still figuring things out.

It’s funny that this summer is the one that’s flown by faster than any other. You’d think every moment would drag. I can still remember when I went from fifth grade to sixth grade and had to change schools. I was so nervous that summer, I wasted a lot of time worrying when normally I’d be playing video games or hanging out with Nick.

It didn’t help that Benjam told me horror stories about what middle school was going to be like.

“You aren’t going to have enough time to change classes,” he said. “No matter what, there’s always one class that’s at the very front of the school and then the next one is way out in the portables. And the teachers don’t give a shit about your excuses.”

He told me I’d have to take P.E. and shower with all the guys, that Principal Harding probably already hated me since I was Benjam’s brother, and I should start trying to bulk up because there’d be bullies. Lots of bullies.

How the hell was I supposed to focus on my first ever PlayStation when I had bullies and public showers and angry principals to worry about?

I was relieved and pissed off when middle school was nothing like Benjam warned. I made friends easily and I had a good time. None of my classes were in the portables, I took Band instead of P.E., and Principal Harding never even knew who I was. For a long time I thought Benjam was just being a dick telling me all those things, but now I wonder… Was that what school was like for him? Was he warning me because he didn’t want me to suffer?

I close my eyes and try to visualize Benjam’s face, what it looked like back then or when he was home over Christmas. Hell, even at the funeral. But it’s getting the tiniest bit murky around the edges and that freaks me the fuck out. I remember his face better as separately defined features rather than one whole.

But I don’t want to lose the whole.

There’s a lot of things I don’t want.

***

I bought my first cell phone two weeks ago. I can now call anyone I want in the nation after nine p.m. and it doesn’t cost me anything. If I want to call during the day, I have 750 minutes of air time, which—why would I use it during the day when I’ve got my landline?

I should have bought a phone with a camera but I didn’t think about it until I was talking to Luca, and he asked if I would send him a pic.

“Oh, you wanna see me?” I teased.

“You know I do.”

Jesus, I could get off to the sound of his voice. I have gotten off to the sound of his voice. We did phone sex one night that went on for like an hour.

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