Icon of the Indecisive by Mina V. Esguerra Read Free Book Online Page B

thing they had a supply of tissues in the counseling rooms, because Jessica used up the box within minutes. It happened to be a light day, no appointments, so when she dropped by all of a sudden wanting to talk, I took her into one of them for some privacy.
    "I haven't been able to talk to anyone about this," she said.
    "Well someone has to know," I said, and that was just me with normal person concern. "I don't know how to help a pregnant person, Jessica. I mean, shouldn't you be taking vitamins by now or something?"
    As she talked about folic acid and secret doctor's appointments, I heard that song, that plea from her heart, and it brought me right into a memory.
     

     
    December. Colder weather, a party with some candles, and ham, and beer, and people laughing around a piano. Jessica in a short red dress, surveying the crowd from the second floor, and spotting Justin. He looked different in motion (more mature, masculine, self-assured) than his student record photo (sleepy, baby-faced, slouchy). But then, this was her memory of him, and maybe it was more forgiving of his slouchiness.
    It was her house. Their friends. Justin had had two beers, but none for Jessica.
    She knew what she was doing.
    And what was it? She caught his eye from above and gestured to a hallway. She came down the staircase and walked toward it, with as little noise as she could manage, and then slipped into the room at the very end.
    Less than a minute later Justin knocked on the door.
    "What is this?" he asked, glancing around the dark room with concern.
    "My dad's office. He's not here," she said, before grabbing his shoulders and kissing him full on the mouth.
    "Jess, everyone's outside —"
    She pulled away and raised an eyebrow, listening to the laughter and music. "The neighbors will be hearing that. No one will be hearing anything from this room."
    "She's outside."
    Jessica wasn't bothered at all. "I'm going away the entire break. You really want to wait until after New Year?"
    He couldn't look her straight in the eye, and it might have been the darkness, the beers, the guilt, or all of the above. But he kissed her anyway. And she pulled at his shirt.
     

     
    And I coughed, blinked, the equivalent of looking away from the thing I was seeing in my head . I already knew what had become of that night, didn't need to see the full version.
    "What do you want, Jessica?" I asked.
    "He won't choose me," she whined into another tissue. "He won't do that to her."
    "He already did this to her."
    "It doesn't matter what happens next, Hannah. I might as well just drop out and never come back. It's better that way. He'll find out, and he'll deny it, and I won't have him and she'll never be my friend again. I can't win."
    I paused at this, and fiddled with my phone as I tried to think of what to say.
    So far the many problems I'd heard, at least the ones I'd been allowed to hear, I had been able to solve by simply giving their hearts simple directions. Be patient. Be brave. Walk away. Try again.
    I couldn't do this now for Jessica because no matter what I said, no matter what she tried to do, she'd lose someone.
    "Jessica," I began, "I can't help you right now."
    She didn't get that. "No one can help me right now."
    No, I mean, the Interim Goddess of Love can't give you what you want right now. It was too complicated. I needed to learn more about Justin and Marlee.
    The bell rang, and that meant ten minutes to my next class. Jessica thanked me for listening, and said she was heading home anyway. When we left the counseling room, I found Quin sitting in front of my usual desk at the Guidance Office.
    "What's up?"
    "Training," he said, handing me my bag, knowing I was on my way out. "I think you're ready for something new."
    "But I can't skip class. I'm in so much trouble as it is."
    He shook his head. "You won't need to skip class at all."
    Huh? I didn't get it.
    Quin didn't say anything more as he walked with me two floors up to my Psychology Research