Rubinate Amy - Rush

TO DYLAN, MY LIGHT;
SHERIDAN, MY JOY;
AND
HENNING, MY FOREVER LOVE

MIKI.

My head jerks up. My attention narrows. I push off the chain-link fence that marks the limit of school property. My friends are sitting cross-legged on the grass a few feet away under the massive oak tree weve claimed as our little corner of the field.

Actually, Glenbrook High has a ton of fields: two softball, two baseball, five tennis courts, track and field, the discus/hammer throw, four general-purpose fields, and the football turf with the thousand-seat bleachers. Our spot is at the edge of an all-purpose field, chosen by my friends for the excellent view of the track and the tennis courts. They like to watch boys in shorts.

Were here pretty much every day after school. Definitely days when theres track. No track today, just a lone boy running laps.

Miki.

There it is again, a boy saying my name. Like he knows me. Like he expects me to listen when he speaks.

I cant place the voice and I cant see the speaker. Last year, a girl in my class had this creeper guy following her home. I hope I havent acquired a shadow of my own. The possibility sends a chill crawling up my spine despite the late-afternoon sun thats warm on my face.

I take a couple of steps toward the path that runs from the school fence to the streetone of several that fan out from the school like the spokes of a wheel. The paths more of a small park that sits between two houses, a narrow strip of asphalt bounded by wide strips of grass. Trees rise on either side, their branches forming a green canopy. Its not quite fall yet; the leaves wont change color for a few weeks.

I wander to the edge of the small park and stop half a dozen yards from my friends, a dozen yards from the street.

Theres no one on the path.

But someone said my name.

From where Im standing, I can see a handful of little kids being ushered across the street by the crossing guard in front of Oakview Elementary a block away. I watch for a few minutes, until no more little kids wait by the side of the road and the crossing guard gets ready to leave.

Miki! This time, its my best friend, Carly Conner, calling my name. Shes stretched out on the grass, her long legs crossed at the ankles. The weight of her torso rests on her bent elbow, her #11 Extra Light Blond hair falling in a sleek curtain just past her shoulders. I like it better than last months #100 Bleach Blond.

At five feet six, Im a shade taller than Carly. My hairs as dark as hers is pale. My features reflect the fact that my moms dad was Niseisecond-generation Japanese-Americanbut my eyes are my dads moms unique shade of indigo blue. Every time people tell me I look exotic, I have to resist the urge to kick them in the shin.

Carlys brows lift. Her unspoken question hangs between us: Why are you over there instead of over here?

I open my mouth, but before I can say a word, Deepti Singh asks, Did you see him?

See who? I ask, too sharp, thinking she knows something about the boy who was calling my name.

What bug crawled up your ass? Dee snaps back at the same time as Carly pushes upright and says, New guy.

Then Kelley Zimmer chimes in with, Incredibly hot new guy, and I realize were talking about completely different things.

Dee crosses her arms over her chest and presses her lips together. Hurt feelings. I sigh. Carly gives me her make nice look. Shes a middle child. Always the peacemaker.

How do you know hes hot? I ask, more to mollify Dee than from genuine interest.

Success. She perks up and says, We heard from Sarah. She saw him. Sort of. His profile, anyway.

I got to see more than his profile. Carly draws out every word, playing Dee and Kelley like the keys of a piano. I took the attendance sheet to the office for Ms. Smith during last period, and he walked in just as I was walking out. We were practically chest to chest.

I know Carly might be exaggerating just a little. She probably saw him from across the office, but her modified version makes a far better story.

And? Dee asks.

Lets just say his gunsCarly strokes her fingertips along her bicepsought to be licensed.

I snort at the outdated expression. Carly shoots me a look and waggles her eyebrows. Of course, shes pushing all Dees buttons, and Dee plays right into her hands.

Oh. My. Gawd. Dees eyes widen, and she claps her palms together.

Describe him. Every detail, Kelley demands.

Carly reaches into her backpack, pulls out a lighter, and flicks it. The tip of her cigarette glows red. My gut clenches at the too-familiar sight. A white curl of smoke drifts from between her lips, and I look away before I say something Ill regret.

She knows my history, but shes smoking anyway. Preaching wont make her do anything differently. Itd probably just make her dig in her heels. Been there, tried that when she went through her emo phase, then her multiple piercing phase, then her drinking phasewhich ended in a puddle of puke right in front of Principal Murrays office, a one-week suspension, and a monthlong grounding.

I stood by her through all of it.

She stood by me through worse.

Miki.

With a gasp, I spin around to find empty space behind me. The only boy anywhere near me is the one running laps on the track, and hes too far away to be the one saying my name. I watch him for a bit, watch his arms and legs pumping, and I know what hes feeling: endorphins racing through him. Runners high. Crack of dawn five days a week Im there, in my zone, alone with my music and the rush I get as my feet slap the ground.

The boy on the track slows. Stops. Walks over to the grass and grabs his water bottle. Hes tall, dark haired. The distance between us is enough that I cant be sure, but I think hes looking at me. Then I know he is because he offers a terse nod.

Luka Vujic. We were friends about a million years ago, until... when? The middle of fourth grade? He wasnt at Glenbrook last year as a sophomoreI think his dad was transferred somewhere out west. Now hes back, and hes changed. It isnt just that hes taller and leaner. Theres something in his eyes that wasnt there before.

Now those eyes are fixed on me. I bob my head in reply and turn back to my friends.

Oh. My. Gawd, Dee says. Shes an equal-opportunity oh-my-gawder. Is that Luka?

They all turn their heads and stare.

He is so cute, Kelley says.

So cute, Dee agrees. And so much more mature than his friends.

You think? Carly asks.

Dee shrugs. He doesnt burp and make fart jokes. Not in the caf, anyway.

Now theres a recommendation of maturity if ever I heard one. But I do think Dees right. Despite the fact that hes easygoing and friendly, Luka always seems to hold himself apart somehow, even in a crowd.

Carly watches Luka for a moment, and then she says, Hes not just gorgeous. Hes smart, too.

We all stare at her. That isnt something that usually impresses her. Shes more of a solely-interested-in-cute-face-and-lots-of-muscles, all-the-better-if-he-has-a-car kind of girl.

What? she asks, eyes wide. Its hard to miss. Hes in my chem class and he pretty much skates through every question without a hitch. She smirks. He sits next to me and doesnt seem to mind explaining stuff.

But youre good at chem, I point out. Why do you need him to explain stuff?