get near each other and we lose our heads.â
I lean forward in my chair. Now sheâs getting to the good stuff. âDid you two have sex that night?â
âNo! No, nothing like that. But it was probably the most intense make-out session of my life.â
A wistfulness crosses her face for just a second, and then it disappears, and my heart drops. Damn. Iâm happy that Lilliaâs gotten past what happened to her last summer with those college fucko rapists, enough to have a fun night letting loose with a guy. But it sucks that it happened with someone she canât actually be with.
âIf Paige hadnât walked in . . . Iâm scared of what could have happened.â Lil closes her eyes and shakes her head. âI mean, we were in Rennieâs kitchen! How could I do something like that?â
I hold up my hand. âSay no more. I know exactly what this is.â
âWhat?â
âMy sophomore year I was hooking up with this dude from the motocross circuit. Iâd only ever see him on Patâs race days. He was a lot older than me. Like, I think he may have been twenty.â
âEww!â
âDonât eww me! He was hot. But he was also bad news. He definitely had a girlfriend. He mightâve even been married, I donât know. I knew that if my brother found out, heâd kill me. But, like, I still couldnât stop, you know? Weâd run into each other near the bike trailers, and Iâd tell myself not to look at him, and the next thing Iâd know, weâd be up againsta chain-link fence, going at it. It was like a gravitational pull.â
Lillia nods her head vigorously. âThatâs exactly how it feels.â
âYou canât go near Reeve, Lillia. Especially not when itâs just the two of you, alone. The force, itâs too strong. Youâve got to shut it down.â
âShut it down,â Lillia repeats. âYes.â
âShut it the fuck down, because if you donât, itâs only going to bring you trouble. Think about Mary, what sheâd say if she knew.â
âIt would kill her.â Lil shudders. âSo you were able to stop seeing that guy?â she asks hopefully.
âUh, well. I mean, yeah. After he moved to Italy to join this pro racing club.â I wonder what ever happened to that guy. Fuzz? Fez? I canât remember. Lillia groans. âLil, we only have, like, four months left of school. And then youâre gone, baby, gone. You can do this.â
âI have to do this,â she corrects. Staring up at my ceiling, she says, âI just hate that Paige thinks badly of me now.â
âDonât take it personally. Paige loves to stir up shit, you know that. Sheâs a drama queen. Thatâs where Rennie got it from. Sheâs just pissed right now that Renâs gone, and she wants to take it out on somebody.â
Lillia nods, but I can tell sheâs still bummed out. I get it. Iâd probably be bummed out too.
She hangs around for a while longer. I fill her in on whatâsgoing on with Alex and play her a few of the songs that Iâm putting on his mix. âLindy must really trust you,â she says, putting her jacket back on. âHe doesnât play his songs for anyone else. I hope theyâre good enough for him to get in.â
âMe too. He was so excited on the phone, like a kid on Christmas.â
Before Lil leaves, she says, âI almost forgotâI have something for you.â She unzips her purse and holds out a strip of black-and-white photos. They are of me and Rennie, as little girls, from the photo booth in the ice cream parlor. Rennie has her hair in two pigtails, and Iâve got mine long and straight, with bangs cut blunt across my forehead.
âRennieâs old nose,â I say, laughing. âIt wasnât even bad.â
Lillia looks over my shoulder. âI told her that a hundred times, but