Ten years ago, Perth, Western Australia
‘MARC, have you got a minute?’
Beth Hughes caught up with her best friend between classes and steered him away from the teenage throng doing a fast book change between fourth period and fifth. The rock that had taken up residence in her gut since she’d spoken to his mother seemed to swell in size.
Marc looked at her in surprise. Understandable, given the past few weeks of slow retreat on her part. If he’d refused point-blank to go with her she would have understood. A weak part of her wished he would. That would be easier all round.
‘Three minutes, Duncannon.’ Tasmin Major swanned past, a friendly smile on her Nordic face, tapping her watch. ‘Geography waits for no one.’
‘I’ll be there, ‘ Marc threw after her, trailing Beth around behind the water fountains, tension rich in his deep voice. She ducked between the back wall of the library complex and some badly pruned shrubs into a rubble-filled clearing she’d never visited before. The place others came to do their smoking. Their deep-and-meaningful conversations. Their making-out.
The location got Marc’s attention completely. His steps slowed.
‘Beth?’
Her pulse beat thick and fast, high in her throat, reducing even further the space for her breath. She sucked in a few mouthfuls of air and forced them down as she turned to face him in the privacy of the little space.
‘What are we doing, Beth?’ His face was cautious. Closed. She curled her fingers into a ball behind her. ‘Does your boyfriend know you’re here?’
She stared at him, forcing air past her lips, hating how he’d taken to saying the word boyfriend. ‘Damien’s in fifth period.’
‘Where we should be. Or do grades mean less to you now that you hang with the beautiful people?’
Her eyes fell to the dirt he scuffed at his feet, heat invading her cheeks. ‘I needed to see you.’
‘You see me every day.’
In passing. ‘I needed to speak with you. ‘ She lifted her focus. ‘In private.’
A grey tinge came over him. His body straightened even more. Not for the first time, Beth noticed how broad he was getting. Those shoulders that had made the swim team captain seek him out a few months back. The way his jaw was squaring off. As if a switch had flipped on his sixteenth birthday and a man had started breaking out of the scrawny exoskeleton she knew as Marc. Maybe she’d left this too late …
Her stomach tightened.
‘You have to hide out to talk to me these days?’
She could have pretended to misunderstand but Marc knew her too well. ‘I don’t want to make trouble with you and Damien.’
‘I’m pretty sure McKinley’s already aware that we’re friends, Beth. I’ve known you since fourth grade.’
‘I don’t want … He might read into it.’
‘Then you might want to choose another location for this conversation. You do know what The Pit gets used for, right?’
Beth swallowed hard, her eyes dropping to his lips for a second. She forced them up. ‘I just wanted privacy.’
The second bell rang and urgent footsteps sprinting into classrooms petered out. Everything around them fell silent. Marc widened his feet and crossed his arms across his chest. ‘You got it. Every other student at Pyrmont High is now in class.’