Filed to story: The One That Got Away
“Guess who broke up.”
I’ve moved on to a mod pink colour that looks like Wite-Out with a drop of red in it. “Who?”
“Vivian and Kavinsky! She dumped his ass.”
My eyes go huge. “Whoa! Why?”
“Apparently, she met some UVA guy at that hostessing job she had. I guarantee you she was cheating on Kavinsky the whole summer.” A guy calls Chris’s name, and Chris says, “I gotta go. It’s my turn at bocce.” Chris hangs up without saying goodbye, which is her way.
I actually met Chris through Genevivian. They’re cousins: their moms are sisters. Chris used to come over sometimes when we were little, but she and Vivian didn’t get along even back then. They’d argue over whose Barbie had dibs on Ken, because there was only one Ken. I didn’t even try to fight for Ken, even though he was technically mine. Well, Alice’s. At school some people don’t even know Vivian and Chris are cousins. They don’t look alike, like, at all: Vivian is petite with fit arms and sunny blond hair the colour of margarine. Chris is blond too, but peroxide blond, and she’s taller and has broad swimmer’s shoulders. Still, there is a sameness to them.
Chris was pretty wild our freshman year. She went to every party, got drunk, hooked up with older boys. That year a junior guy from the lacrosse team told everyone that Chris had sex with him in the boys’ locker room, and it wasn’t even true. Genevivian made Louis threaten to kick his ass if he didn’t tell everybody the truth. I thought it was a really nice thing Genevivian did for Chris, but Chris insisted that Vivian had only done it so people wouldn’t think she was related to a slut. After that Chris stopped hanging out and pretty much did her own thing, with people from another school.
She still has that freshman-year reputation though. She acts like she doesn’t care, but I know she does, at least a little.
On Sunday, Daddy makes lasagna. He does that thing where he puts black-bean salsa in it to jazz it up, and it sounds gross but it’s actually good and you don’t notice the beans. Josh comes over too, and he has three helpings, which Daddy loves. When Alice’s name comes up over dinner, I look over at Josh and see how stiff he gets, and I feel sorry for him. Kitty must notice too, because she changes the subject over to dessert, which is a batch of peanut-butter brownies I baked earlier in the afternoon.
Since Daddy cooked, us kids have kitchen duty. He uses every pot in the kitchen when he makes lasagna, so it’s the worst clean-up, but worth it.
After, the three of us are relaxing in the TV room. It’s Sunday night, but there’s not that Sunday night feeling in the air, because tomorrow is Labor Day and we have one last day before school starts. Kitty’s working on her dog collage, quelle surprise.
“What kind do you want most of all?” Josh asks her.
Kitty answers back lightning fast. “An Akita.”
“Boy or girl?”
Again her answer is prompt. “Boy.”
“What’ll you name him?”
Kitty hesitates, and I know why. I roll over and tickle her bare foot. “I know what you’ll name him,” I say in a singsong voice.
“Be quiet, Bella!” she screeches.
I have Josh’s full attention now. “Come on, tell us,” Josh begs.
I look at Kitty and she is giving me evil glowy red eyes. “Never mind,” I say, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Kitty might be the baby of the family, but she is not someone to trifle with.
Then Josh tugs on my ponytail and says, “Aw, come on, Bella! Don’t leave us in suspense.”
I prop myself up on my elbows, and Kitty tries to put her hand over my mouth. Giggling, I say, “It’s after a boy she likes.”
“Shut up, Bella, shut up!”
Kitty kicks me, and in doing so she accidentally rips one of her dog pictures. She lets out a cry and drops to her knees and examines it. Her face is red with the effort of not crying. I feel like such a jerk. I sit up and try to give her an I’m sorry hug, but she twists away from me and kicks at my legs, so hard I yelp. I pick the picture up and try to tape it back, but before I can, Kitty snatches it out of my hands and gives it to Josh. “Josh, fix it,” she says. “Bella ruined it.”
“Kitty, I was only teasing,” I say lamely. I wasn’t going to say the name of the boy. I would never ever have said it.
She ignores me, and Josh smooths the paper back out with a coaster, and with the concentration of a surgeon he tapes the two pieces together. He wipes his brow. “Phew. I think this one will make it.”
I clap, and I try to catch Kitty’s eye, but she won’t look at me. I know I deserve it. The boy Kitty has a crush on – it’s Josh.
Kitty whisks her collage away from Josh. Stiffly she says, “I’m going upstairs to work on this. Good night, Josh.”
“Night, Kitty,” Josh says.
Meekly, I say, “Good night, Kitty,” but she’s already running up the stairs, and she doesn’t reply.
When we hear the sound of her bedroom door closing, Josh turns to me and says, “You’re in so much trouble.”
“I know,” I say. I’ve got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Why did I do that? Even as I was doing it, I knew it was wrong. Alice would never have done that to me. That’s not how big sisters are supposed to treat their little sisters, especially not when I’m so much older than Kitty.
“Who’s this kid she likes?”
“Just a boy from school.”
Josh sighs. “Is she really old enough to have crushes on boys? I feel like she’s too young for all that.”
“I had crushes on boys when I was nine,” I tell him. I’m still thinking about Kitty. I wonder how I can make it so she isn’t mad at me any more. Somehow I don’t think snickerdoodles will cut it this time.
“Who?” Josh asks me.
“Who what?” Maybe if I can somehow convince Daddy to buy her a puppy…
“Who was your first crush?”
“Hmm. My first real crush?” I had kindergarten and first- and second-grade crushes aplenty, but they don’t really count. “Like, the first one that really mattered?”
“Sure.”
“Well … I guess Louis Kavinsky.”