If I Tell (18 page)

My mouth opened in surprise. “You did?”

“I wanted to get to know you. I didn’t want to come on too strong or move too fast and scare you off. I didn’t want to be all ‘Hey, I’m biracial too, so let’s hook up.’ I wanted to tell you, but after I gave you a ride home that night, I saw you had a lot going on. I wanted you to get to know me and not the reputation. I have this messed-up past that follows me around now. I thought it might scare off a nice girl like you. And it did.”

His phone rang and he cursed, but he pulled it from his pocket. He glanced at the number and smiled. “Oh, look. It’s my drug dealer.” He handed the phone to me. “Answer it.”

I frowned, but he nodded and grinned. In a leap of faith, I clicked the phone on.

“Hello?”

“Jaz? Why are you on Jackson’s phone?” Ashley’s voice asked from the other end. I smiled and pulled the phone away from my ear. “Ashley?” I mouthed to Jackson. He lifted his shoulder and tilted his head innocently.

“Um. Why are you calling Jackson’s phone?” I asked Ashley but kept an eye on him.

She ignored me. “Did you finally tell him you were an idiot?” she asked.

“Um. Maybe I am an idiot, but why are you calling Jackson’s phone? Are you two all best friends now?” I fake-glowered at Jackson.

“Did you finally make up?” Ashley demanded. “Did you tell him you didn’t mean what you said? That you’re not as narrow-minded and stuck-up as you sounded?”

“Maybe.” I smiled at Jackson.

“And he told you he’s not with Carrie. That she’s been stalking him.”

“Well, he didn’t say stalking.”

“He should have. I met her, and she was kind of scary. Anyway, forget her. You are with Jackson! That is awesome. We are so going on a double date with Marnie,” Ashley said. “The four of us. She’ll be so happy. Jackson has been killing us with his misery.”

“Jackson has been hanging out with you
and
Marnie?”

Jackson reached over and took the phone from my ear. “Quit giving away my secrets,” he said to Ashley. “Jaz and I need to talk.” He grinned at me and told Ashley we were busy and we’d talk to her later and hung up the phone.

“So you’re all best buds with Ashley now?” I asked when he clicked his phone off.

He smiled. “You know I can’t resist lesbians.”

I punched him in the arm. “And she can’t resist criminals.”

He wrapped his arms around me and I buried my head in his chest, feeling shy. I inhaled the same scent that still lingered on his hoodie, the smell of him. Of boy. Not bad boy, not good, just boy. I didn’t want to move out of his arms.

“So Ashley is happy,” he said. “And planning double dates?”

“She’ll dye her hair rainbow colors to celebrate,” I said to his chest.

Jackson stepped back and gently took me by the shoulders and moved me in front of him. He lifted my chin with his finger. My skin tingled under his touch.

“I’ll wait if you need time,” he said. “But I want to be more than your friend.”

“There’s no waiting.” I smiled and then groaned. “I’m so sorry about everything I said to hurt you.”

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I forgive you.”

“My life is still very messy,” I warned.

“I’m okay with messy.”

“My mom is sick,” I told him. “Postpartum depression. She’s in the hospital. Simon and Joe need my help.”

“Joe?”

I grinned. “My brother. They finally named him. After my grandpa.”

He nodded. “That’s cool. So you’ll be helping out, right? Things are better with you and Simon?”

“Yeah. They need me.”

“Is she going to be okay?”

I shrugged, wishing I could be certain. “I hope so.”

Jackson reached down and took the hoodie from my hands. I watched as he unraveled it and then gently pulled it over my head. I poked my arms through the sleeves, the first time I’d ever worn it properly on my body.

He reached for my hand and tugged on it. “Hey. Come on. I’m parked illegally here. Can I take you somewhere?”

“You know anything about babies?”

He looked a little frightened, and I laughed. “I could use some help babysitting in an hour. I won’t make you change diapers, but I want to be there for my family. I promised Simon I’d look after Joe. So he could visit Mom. You could keep me company.”

He twirled his hoop earring. “Sure. But later you’ve got to come and meet my grandma. She’s going to eat you up.”

A spark of anticipation ignited in my chest. I wanted to meet her even though it terrified me. “I hope so. My grandma already called you handsome and polite.”

“She has impeccable taste.” He chuckled. “You have no idea what you’re getting into with Grams.”

I shrugged off my nerves. “Piece of cake.” I was lying. But it wasn’t a bad lie.

He grinned at me. “Whatever, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, grinning wider. “Whatever.”

He took my hand. I threw my head back and laughed, and the sound that rolled out from deep inside me echoed loudly in the air between us.

And then Jackson leaned forward and kissed me.

My knees pressed against each other, and swoops of anxiety roller-coastered around my insides, making me even more unsteady on my shaky feet. Water dripped down my face.

“Are you okay?” Ashley asked from behind me. I turned to look at her.

Her wet hair was slicked back, the colored tips dripping with water. She looked so much stronger and more powerful in her bathing suit. Her arms were rounded with muscles, her shoulders broad. She was so comfortable and nonchalant in her swimsuit that I felt a little better about prancing around half naked myself. Water from the locker-room showers flowed around her feet.

“Fine,” I said. “I’m fine.”

She held out her hand. “Come on. You’re done showering.”

“It’s so freezing,” I complained and wrapped my arms around my waist.

“You’ll get used to it once you’re in the water, trust me.”

“Trust you,” I grumbled and reached for the faucet and turned the shower off.

I followed her out of the women’s locker room and stepped onto the pool deck. The blue water in the pool mocked me as the scent of chlorine filled my nose. The smell brought back memories. I straightened my back and pulled the back of my bathing suit down, making sure it covered my butt.

Ashley said hi to the lifeguard and walked over to the shallow end of the pool. I didn’t follow her. I glanced over at the small viewing area. Jackson stood up and waved. He held Joe up, but Joe was curled up, fast asleep.

So much for my little brother witnessing my first step back in the pool.

“Come on,” Ashley called. “We’ve only got a half hour until my practice.”

I took a tiny step forward toward the pool.

Many people gave me eyes and thoughts on this book, which evolved and changed over time, but my first thanks has to be to Leah Hultenschmidt, my lovely editor at Sourcebooks, for choosing to bring Jaz to life and then giving me guidance to help Jaz and her friends become more alive.

I also need to thank my wonderful agent, Jill Corcoran, and lovely folks at Sourcebooks like Aubrey Poole, Kelly Barrales-Saylor, Kay Mitchell, Kristin Zelazko, and the sales and marketing people. (And all the others behind the scenes who I haven’t had a chance to meet or thank personally yet.) Teen Fire rocks!

To Bethany Hegedus, the best friend I’ve never met, for taking time to go through the story line by line and helping me see things I missed. And also for our great chats and pep talks over the years. I truly treasure you!

Thanks also to readers who gave me great feedback including Robin Graf Prehn, Ronni Selzer, Pamela Yaye, and Barbara Etlin.

And though this book is about Jaz, close to my heart is her mother’s experience with postpartum depression. I want to thank Dr. Diana Turner in Calgary for helping me believe I was going to be all right when I didn’t know if I would be.

Janet Gurtler lives in Calgary, Canada, deliciously close to the Canadian Rockies, with her husband, son, and the memories of a sweet little dog named Meeko. Janet does not live in an igloo or play hockey, but she does love maple syrup and says “eh” a lot.