Measuring Up(16)
Author: Nyrae Dawn

I get out of the car and step onto the sidewalk in front of him. The pulse in my ears drowns out the traffic speeding down the street. Yeah, I’m so gone. “Hey.”

He doesn’t reply for a minute, reaching out and fingering my hair. The strands slip through his fingers and brush my cheek. It’s almost like he’s touching me and I shiver. “What did you do, Annabel Lee?”

Embarrassment weakens my determination from a few seconds ago. I wring my hands together. “Color my hair? You know it’s when—” Tegan cuts off my attempt at sarcasm.

“I know what you did, smart-aleck. It looks nice, it’s just. I don’t know, different. I’m not complaining. You look pretty, I just want to be sure you did this because it’s something you want, not because of our date or something.”

“You’re such a flirt. Quit calling me pretty,” is what comes out of my mouth when what I really want to say is, can you please repeat that? Like ten times. Thanks.

“You do that a lot, deflect compliments like that. I mean, if you wanted to call me pretty, I’d be glad to hear it. Okay, maybe not pretty, but sexy. You want to call me sexy, don’t you? Admit it.” He’s got that mischievous smile on his face and I’m at a loss for words. He always finds a way to steal them from me. Which I think is the point. I try and deflect compliments and I think he’s trying to deflect my nerves. I melt a little more inside.

“Seriously though. It’s pretty, but I liked it before too.”

Thump. Thump. Thump. It’s hard to think over the sound of my heart. “Thanks. It was my mom’s idea. She likes playing makeover Barbie with me. I finally let her.”

“Hmm.” He crosses his arms. “Next time, tell her you’re fine the way you are.” Then he grabs my hand, twining our fingers together in a way that shoots sparks up my arm and down my chest. “Come on, we’re burning daylight. I’m ready to have some fun. I need it today.”

It makes me think something happened, but I don’t ask. If he wants to tell me, he will.

Once he closes the passenger door for me, I do a little giddy dance inside. There’s nothing wrong with being an independent woman, but there’s also nothing wrong with a guy going the extra mile. Not that I have a lot of experience in the situation, but I digress. Once he closes my door and gets in, Tegan turns to me. “So, I was thinking the fair because…well, because I’m obsessed with rides, but then my know-it-all mom brought up the fact that I don’t know if you do rides or not. I told her all I had to do is challenge you and you’d do it, but then I figured that might not be the best thing for our first date.”

I love this side of him so much. Love how he’s so much more relaxed around me lately. And somehow, I’m the same around him. “Hey! What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing bad. Just that you’re determined. If you think someone doesn’t believe you can do something, you’re going to.”

“And how do you know that?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Because I’m good?”

And cocky. “Try again.”

“Because that’s how I get you to do what I want at the gym.”

“Whatever.”

“We’re getting off track here. My second thought was the zoo because, well… nobody goes to the zoo anymore.”

The unease in my belly has started to lift and I’m falling deeper into the comfort that Tegan brings. Plus, could he have picked cooler things to do for our date? “Well, we’re in trouble because I can’t choose. I love the fair and I haven’t been to the zoo in years. Both would be good.”

“Well, it’s,” he picks up his cell and glances at it. “Wow, just now three. You were early.”

“Not as early as you.”

For the first time, I get a bashful look from him before his eyes return to the road. “Okay, so we can do both? What do you think? Hit the zoo. Leave about six, get to the fair about six thirty. What time do you have to be home?”

“Midnight.” Mom thinks I’m out to dinner and a movie with Em tonight. She never calls Em’s house and Em always uses my cell to call me so I there’s no way I’ll get caught by either of them. Man, what a liar I am turning out to be.

“That works then. You game, Annabel Lee?”

“Sounds perfect!” Perfect? What the frig? Maybe I should just throw myself at him while I’m at it? Luckily Tegan doesn’t comment on it, giving me the chance to A) Change the subject and B) Ask him something I’ve wanted to for a while now.

“So…what’s with the name? Rocky I get, but Annabel Lee?”

“Don’t tell me… No, it can’t be true.”

My heart does the nervous, skip-a-beat-thing. Is this something I’m supposed to know? I have a feeling I just missed an obvious answer on the ‘cool teen test’. “Just tell me.”

“It’s Poe. You know, the poet? Don’t tell me you’ve never read Annabel Lee?”

Aww, he’s kind of nerdy and I didn’t know it. It makes me like him all the more, not that I need a reason to.

Tegan rubs a hand over his head and cocks his head to look at me from the side. No. I definitely don’t need another reason to like this boy. His looks are reason enough. “No. Of course I know who Poe is, but never read the poem. My best friend Emily is obsessed with him. I’m sure she knows it.”

“Emily has good taste.”

Jealousy creeps up on me like a monster in a scary movie. “I have good taste, too.” Once the words are out, I realize I sound like such a spoiled brat looking for attention. What does he do to me?

Tegan reaches over and squeezes my leg. Yes! He squeezes my leg and I’m too distracted by the pulsing energy zipping from him to me to even wonder if I feel flabby. It’s an innocent touch, but my hormones, they don’t want to see it that way. It’s embarrassing to admit, but I feel faint.

“Well obviously. You’re out with me, right?” Before I can tell him how conceited he is, he speaks again. “Kidding. But yeah, I don’t doubt your taste.”

“Um, thanks…” His car suddenly feels hot. Like stifling hot. I hit the button to let the window down a little bit, hoping the fresh air can do something to cool me off, because if not, I just might combust from this Near Tegan Experience.

“I loved English in high school. Did I ever tell you that?” He says as he drives off.

“No.” I want to hear about it now. I want to know everything.

“Yep. Used to be what I wanted to go to college for. You know…before.”

My heart kind of breaks for him. I don’t get it. If he loves English, it’s what he should do.

We talk a little more on the way to the zoo. Not about anything important: the gym, college. He’s staying local and will only be forty-five minutes away in the fall. I don’t say anything, but I’m planning on attending Berkley as well and not because of him either.

When we get to the zoo, I pull out money to pay for myself.

“What are you doing?” Tegan asks.

“You shouldn’t have to pay.” Add this to the list of stupid things I’ve said. Yes, I know the guy usually pays on a date and I’m not one of those girls who gets her panties in a wad if the guy wants to be a gentleman, but I also didn’t want to make any assumptions. As far as I know, this is a friend thing. Maybe Tegan’s in the market for a new BFF or something and I don’t want to look like the love-struck girl who assumes we’re on a date/date.

He hands the attendant the money and gets our tickets before replying. Once we’re away from her prying ears he says. “I don’t know what kind of dates you’ve been on, but they must have been douches if they made you pay. I’m taking you out, Annabel Lee.”

When Tegan threads his fingers through mine, I do a giddy jig inside which breaks into a full on Disney movie song and dance segment, complete with talking birds and little mice friends. And I know it’s dumb. I know I’ll probably get hurt. There’s a huge possibility this won’t end well, but I don’t care. It feels too good. He feels too good and from now on, that’s all I’m going to concentrate on.

“So, what do you want to look at first? Lions, Tigers, Elephants? We have the whole zoo at our fingertips.”

But it doesn’t feel like just the zoo. This very second, for the first time, it feels like I have the world at my fingertips and I’m going to reach out and grab it. Even if it’s only temporary. Or if he only seems to like me because his family does, I’m taking it.

***

We start out at the monkeys. I’ve never been particularly fond of monkeys or anything, but it’s what we happen upon first. From there we go to apes, birds, snakes. Our hands are never apart as we walk around, taking in the animals in their manmade habitats. And it’s fun. Tegan laughs when the monkeys wrestle around with each other, joking about me giving them fighting lessons. His laughter is contagious and I can’t help but catch it. Not that I want to help it.

We look at elephants and I almost freak out when we see the llamas. They drool like crazy and I swear I start to gag. With more of that infectious laughter, Tegan pulls me away. I cover my eyes with my hands. “Ugh! That is the grossest thing I’ve ever seen. I have such a weak gag reflex.”

“You’re such a wuss.” His hand pulls from mine and before I can miss it, he wraps an arm around me, pulling me to his chest so I can bury my face in it. And I do. Boy do I ever.

“I’ll save you from attack of the killer drool. Come on, stay close and it won’t get you.”

His voice is deeper, huskier and I stumble a little, our feet tangling. Instead of embarrassment that I almost trip us, I giggle.

“Shh, this is no time for laughing. We’re in serious trouble here. Just keep close and I’ll get us out of this.”

“Are you sure you can handle it?” I tease him, getting into the game he’s playing because it gets me closer to him. When I’m like this, he’s all I feel: warmth and long muscles. He’s all I smell: soap and ocean. I’m not his client or the outcast at school. I’m just a girl with a boy.

“Of course I can. I handle everything. Like I said, you might want to stay close though. You never know when drool wielding llamas will jump out at you. I’ll protect you.”

We’re walking and I don’t care where we’re going. My eyes are no longer in his chest, so I can see, but I’m closer to him than I’ve ever been to any boy. “I thought I was the one with the nice hook though?”

“Baby…you ain’t seen moves until you’ve seen mine.” The words are spoken with that signature playfulness Tegan uses. It’s so easy for boys to say things like that, nonchalantly like it doesn’t mean anything. But for me, the word baby nuzzles its way into all the most important parts of me. For me it means everything.

“I…I think we’re safe now.” Slowly, I pull away. I want to kick my own butt for the separation, but widen it at the same time. Man, Tegan is right. I’m a girl, but I still confuse myself.