Page 171 of Charming Like Us
“You dodged that question fast, Highland.”
He asked,What about your own wedding?
I tinker with the camcorder. “I guess I assumed I’d have a wedding. I thought whoever I was with would want one, and I’d do what I could to make them happy.”
“Such a people-pleaser,” Oscar teases, leaning slightly on the desk.
Closer now, my eyes trace the scar above his brow and the curls that touch his lashes. “I like pleasing people. You, mostly,” I say into a smile.
He claps for me. “You’ve done well in that department.”
I take a bow and smile brighter. “Really, if I could avoid having a wedding of my own, I would. I’ve attended so many at this point that it just feels…empty?” I search his eyes, realizing I want his answer to the same question. And I can’t tell where he’s leaning, so I just ask, “Have you dreamed about a wedding?”
Oscar slowly shakes his head. “Who’s got the time?”
I laugh softly. “Don’t I fucking know it.” My brows rise. “Your parents wouldn’t be upset?”
Oscar reattaches a radio on his waistband. “Maybe a little at first. But they have Quinn and Joana, and they know I’m busy as it is. They’d get it.”
I can’t be certain, but I think my parents would be the same way.
Oscar eyes the camcorder in my hands. “You fix that ancient piece of shit yet?”
“Almost.” I slide in a new battery. “I had to buy a couple new—or I guessold—parts on eBay. Plus, this new battery.” I click the power button and the side panel screen lights up with footage.
This…is not what I expected.
Kinney Hale sits anxiously on a four-poster ornately carved, black bed. Her dyed black hair is chopped with blunt bangs. She’s twisting her hands together on bouncing knees.
“This is a security camcorder?” I have intense doubts about it now.
His heated stare punctures the screen. “Not a fucking chance.”
“Okay,” Kinney exhales. “This is video diary entry number…I can’t even remember anymore. But something really intense happened to me in school, and I just need to get it off my chest—”
We shouldn’t be listening to this.
I make a move to turn it off, but Oscar grabs my bicep, stopping me.
“—there’s this boy in my grade, and he’s a complete waste of space.” She battles surging tears. “We have art together, and he followed me into the supply closet and told meyou can’t know you’re a lesbian, if you’ve never seen a dick. So he pulled down his pants.” She crosses her arms. “Yes, future self, I saw Tye Smith’s penis, and I really, really hate that all I did was stand there. I should have throat-punched him! That’s what Aunt Rose would’ve done.” Her green eyes glass. “I just looked at him and saidstill a lesbian.” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “Then he told mewell, Kinney, you haven’t touched it yet. Then the bell rang, so he left. He left before I left! God, what’s wrong with me? And like, I can’t tell anyone because this is just so embarrassing.” She grimaces and stands up quickly. “Uh, I can’t.” She strides to the camera and must shut it off because the footage goes dark.
I quickly hit the power button. “We shouldn’t have seen that,” I tell Oscar, my chest taut.
“You, keeper of all secrets, are worried about one more?” He’s already pulling out his phone.
“It does get to me,” I say. “Having other people’s secrets isn’t always easy.”
He leans forward and puts a comforting hand on the back of my head. “You’re not going to have to keep this one, Highland.”
I have a secret I’ve been keeping from you.I should say it.
Right here.
Come on, dude.
I open my mouth. And I realize centering this situation on myself feels so wrong.
I bail on that idea and focus on the real issue.
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