Eliza Jane - In Too Deep

My parents are giddy at the sight of me. We chat nearly the whole drive back to Pennsylvania. I can tell they’ve missed having me around. The house must be pretty quiet with just the two of them.

Piper and I made plans to lie out at the community pool every day of my break. She works as a life guard there, but assures me we can hang out while she works. It would be nice to get some sun and relax, and not worry about bad guys or potentially corrupt hacking assignments.

When we pull into the driveway of our split level house, it’s smaller than I remember. I guess living in a mini-mansion for the past couple months will do that to you. My room is as I left it, except for the thin coating of dust covering everything. Within minutes Piper’s beat up green car pulls into our drive way. She wrestles a bouquet of balloons from the backseat, along with a package of my favorite chocolate cookies and heads up the walkway.

I giggle to myself and jog down the stairs. She screams when she sees me. I can’t help but let out a little yelp too. Her excitement is contagious.

My dad is making my favorite dinner tonight, grilled skewered chicken and pineapple, and Piper is joining us.

The meal is perfect, and after dinner, Piper and I sit on the back deck watching my dad build a bonfire while my mom cleans up the kitchen.

“So give it to me straight. If I’m going to run into Wes, I’d rather have you tell me which girl I’ll see him with.”

Piper shakes her head, looking serious for just a moment. “No one. I heard he wants you back. He’s excited to see you.”

That’s insane. It’s a terrible idea, right? What good could come of that? But part of me is flattered and vindicated knowing that he recognizes what he lost.

“So what you do think?” Piper asks.

“Bad idea. With a capital B.”

She nods, agreeing. “Yeah, if I had to see you like that again, after he…”

“Dumped me, you can say it.”

“After he dumped you, I couldn’t bear it. I’d beat his ass myself.”

“Thanks Piper.” I love how she always has my back. I look out over the backyard, watching my dad squirt lighter fluid into the fire pit. Even I know that’s a bad idea. But his skills are limited to computer programming and cooking. “Besides, I already have boy troubles. I don’t need anymore.”

Piper grins and folds her legs up under her. “Spill.”

I laugh. “His name is Colt.”

“That’s sexy.”

“Yeah, so is he. And the problem is he knows it. He is a bad boy of the highest order.”

“Do you have a picture of him in your phone?”

“No.” I shake my head. That would be a terrible idea. I’d probably stare at it every night before I went to bed. “Wait, there might be one online.” I don’t know why it had never occurred to me to look before. I do a search, and sure enough he has a page on one of the popular social networking sites. It’s pretty barren. But there’s a profile pic. It’s him outside the barn by the looks of it, smirking at the camera. His hair is a wreck as per usual, and his cheeks are scruffy from a few days missed shaving. He looks incredibly sexy. Dangerous. Bad for you. Everything I wanted. I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Lemme see!” Piper wrenches the phone from my hand.

How long had I been lost in my thoughts staring at this photo?

“Oh God! Look at his fine ass. I would soooo hit that…Oh, hi Mr. Beckett.”

“Hit what?” My dad asks, setting down the lighter fluid and matches on the railing of the deck.

“Nothing!” we both squeak at once.

“Sheesh, Piper. Keep it clean.” I pull the phone back from her.

“He does not look like any high school student I’ve ever seen. More like a male model.”

“Um, yeah. About that…he’s not in high school.”

She flips her blonde hair over one shoulder, studying me. “What do you mean?”

I rub my temples. She’s totally going to flip out over what I have to say next. “He’s, ah…a teacher there.”

“WHAT?!”

I clamp my hand over her mouth just as my dad looks our way again. “Shhh.”

“Dude, you’re banging a teacher? Freakin jail bait.”

“I am not banging him. And he’s not like a regular teacher. He graduated last year and he’s filling in as the martial arts instructor. It’s more like we’re partners on assignments and stuff.”

She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have. “Let me see his picture again.” She reaches for my phone. She grins as she inspects his photo again, zooming in on his face. “Damn. Sex on a stick. So…what’s the hold up? Are you guys going out or what?”

I roll my eyes, grateful for Piper’s friendship, the way she doesn’t judge me at all, even though I just admitted to lusting after a teacher. “No. We’re just friends.”

“We’ll see about that.” She taps the screen on my phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Now you’re friends with him.” She smiles innocently, handing the phone back.

I look at the screen, confirming what she’s done. Just great. “Piper, that was not helpful. You’re supposed to let the guy chase after you, not the other way around.”

She shrugs. “You’ll live.”

I study the screen, as if looking at it alone will undo the request she sent him. The phone chimes. Wait a second.

“What is it?” Piper asks.

I smile. “Colt accepted the friend request.” I tap another key. “And he sent me a private message.” I take a second to read it, my heart picking up speed. “He wants my number.”

“You’re welcome.”

I hesitate.

“Give it to him! Are you crazy? Or do I need to show you his picture again?”

Oh no, that image was etched into the hard drive. I look down at the phone in my hands. “I don’t want to seem too easy.”

She rolls her eyes, reaching for my phone.

I clutch it tightly. “Okay, okay.” I type a message back, asking why he wants it. A little sassy, maybe, but I think that’s what Colt likes about me. I’m not one of the many falling at his feet, giving him anything he wants.  I refuse to be one of the mindless girls, lining up outside his bedroom door. No thanks. I want everything, or nothing at all.

The phone chimes again. I smile as I read his words.

Because I’m bored already. Need your number to chat before bed tonight. Please?

I know what happens when he’s bored. I quickly type my cell number in before I change my mind. This wasn’t going to help me stop falling for him, but I was already in too deep, what’s the difference? 

After saying goodbye to Piper, I head upstairs, ready for bed. I’m exhausted from the day spent traveling, and catching up with my parents and Piper. I glance at my phone, wondering if Colt’s going to call soon. I am not going to be so love sick over a boy that I wait up all night. Probably.

I change into my pajamas and bring the phone into the bathroom with me as I brush my teeth. As I’m gargling the mouth wash, my phone rings. It’s a number I don’t recognize, Connecticut area code. I spit the mouthful of blue into the sink and dive for the phone, wiping my mouth on my sleeve.

“Hello?”

“Taylor?”

“Yeah?” My voice comes out squeaky, too high.

“It’s Colt.”

“Um, hi.” It feels incredibly strange to be talking to him on the phone. I have no idea why. At first I have no clue what to say to him, but soon find we settle into easy conversation. He has me laughing in no time telling me about his day spent going for a jog where a bird nearly assaulted him and how empty the school seems, and how even though there’s still some kitchen staff on site, they refuse to cook for him.