Filed to story: The One That Got Away
“Yeah, that you had to sign up for.” Genevivian shakes her head. “I’m sorry, but Chrissy can’t come if she didn’t sign up or give a deposit.”
I wince. Chris hates being called “Chrissy”. She always has. She started going by Chris as soon as we got to high school, and the only people who still call her that are Genevivian and their grandma.
Louis shows up beside me out of nowhere. “What’s going on?” he asks.
Folding her arms, Genevivian says, “Chrissy didn’t sign up for the ski trip, so I’m sorry, but she can’t come.”
I’m panicking, but all the while Chris is smirking and saying nothing.
Louis rolls his eyes and says, “Gen, just let her come. Who gives a shit if she didn’t sign up?”
Her cheeks flush with anger. “I didn’t make the rules, Louis! Should she just get to come for free? How is that fair to everybody else?”
Chris finally speaks. “Oh, I already talked to Davenport and she said it was cool.” Chris makes a kissy face at Genevivian. “Too bad, Gen.”
“Fine, whatever, I don’t care.” Genevivian turns on her heel and spins off in Ms Davenport’s direction.
Chris watches her go, grinning. I tug on her coat sleeve. “Why didn’t you say so from the beginning?” I whisper.
“Obvi because it was more fun that way.” She slings her arm around my shoulder. “It’s going to be an interesting weekend, Rupert.”
Worried, I whisper, “You didn’t bring any alcohol, did you? They’re checking bags.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’m covered.”
When I give her a dubious look, she whispers back, “Shampoo bottle filled with tequila at the bottom of my bag.”
“I hope you washed it out really well! You could get sick!” I’m envisioning Chris and company trying to take shots of bubbly tequila and then having to go to the hospital to get their stomachs pumped.
Chris ruffles my hair. “Oh, Bella.”
We file on to the bus and Louis slides into a seat in the middle and I shuffle forward. “Hey,” he says, surprised. “You’re not going to sit with me?”
“I’m sitting with Chris.” I try to keep walking down the aisle, but Louis grabs my arm.
“Bella! Are you kidding me? You have to sit with me.” He looks around to see if anybody’s listening. “You’re my girlfriend.”
I shake him off. “We’re breaking up soon, aren’t we? We might as well make it look more realistic.”
When I slide into the seat next to her, Chris is shaking her head at me.
“What? I couldn’t just let you sit alone. You came here for me, after all.” I open up my backpack and show her the snacks. “See? I brought your favourite things. What do you want to eat first? Gummies or Pocky?”
“It’s barely even morning,” she grouses. Then: “Hand me the gummies.”
Smiling, I rip open the bag for her. “Have as much as you want.”
I stop smiling when I see Genevivian get on the bus and sit down in the seat next to Louis.
“You did that,” Chris says.
“For you!” Which isn’t true, not really. I think maybe I’m just tired of all this. This in-betweenness of being somebody’s girlfriend but not really.
Chris stretches. “I know you’re all about hos before bros, but if I were you, I’d be careful. My cousin’s a barracuda.”
I stuff a gummy into my mouth and chew. It’s hard to swallow. I watch Genevivian whisper something in Louis’s ear, and Chris falls asleep right away just like she said, her head on my shoulder.
The lodge is exactly the way Louis described – there’s a big fireplace and bearskin rugs and lots of little nooks. It’s snowing outside, tiny little whisper flakes. Chris is in good spirits – halfway through the bus ride she woke up and started flirting with Charlie Blanchard, who’s going to take her out on the black diamond slopes. We even lucked out with a double room instead of a triple, because all the other girls had signed up for triples together.
Chris went off to snowboard with Charlie. She invited me to come along, but I said no thanks. I tried to ski next to Alice when she snowboarded once, and it ended up with us coming down the slopes at different times and waiting for each other and then losing each other all day.
If Louis were to invite me to go snowboarding with him, I think I’d go. But he doesn’t, and I’m hungry anyway, so I go to the lodge to eat lunch.
Ms Davenport is there, looking at her cell phone and eating a bowl of soup. Ms Davenport is young, but she presents herself old. I think it’s her heavy foundation and her severe part down the middle. She isn’t married. Chris told me she saw her having an argument with some guy outside the Waffle House once, so I guess she has a boyfriend.
When she spots me sitting alone, eating a sandwich by the fireplace, she waves me over. I carry my plate to her table and sit down across from her. I’d rather eat alone and read my book, but it’s not like I have much of a choice in the matter. I ask her, “Do you have to stay here in the lodge all weekend, or can you go ski too?”
“I’m officially home base,” she says, wiping the corners of her mouth. “Coach White’s on slope duty.”
“That doesn’t seem very fair.”
“I don’t mind. I actually like sitting in the lodge. It’s peaceful. Besides, somebody has to be here for emergencies.” She takes another bite of soup. “What about you, Bella? Why aren’t you out on the slopes with everybody else?”
“I’m not the best skier,” I say, feeling embarrassed.
“Oh, really? I hear Kavinsky’s a very good snowboarder. You should get him to teach you. Aren’t you two dating?”
Ms Davenport loves being in on student drama. She calls it having her finger on the pulse, but really she’s just a gossip. If you give her an opening, she’ll burrow in for as much dirt as she can. I know she and Genevivian are close.
I have a quick flash of Genevivian and Louis on the bus with their heads close together, and the picture makes my heart squeeze. Our contract isn’t over yet. Why should I let her have him back even one second early? “Yes,” I say. “We’re together.” Then I stand up. “You know what? I think I will go check out the slopes.”
I’m bundled up in Alice’s pink ski bib and the pom-pom hat and my parka and I feel like an Easter treat – a strawberry-flavoured marshmallow. As I try to click into my skis, a group of girls from school walk by in cute yoga-ish ski pants. I didn’t even know those existed.