And then she must realise what sheâs done because she jumps away, as shocked as I am.
âSorry,â she says, for the third time tonight.
âNo, Iâm sorry. Iâm really, really sorry,â I say, and she pulls a face, like sheâs embarrassed at my apology. I try and fix it. âOh, Iâm not sorry about you. Youâre really nice. But Iâve ⦠Iâve got a girlfriend.â I think of Ellie and hope she wouldnât mind the lie.
She nods and looks down, her hair falling over her face like a shield. She looks broken and I know itâs because of what Jake and I did. Sheâs crumbling at parties and Iâm walking away like itâs nothing to do with me. But it is. Itâs all on me. And I donât know what to do about it.
She looks up at me again and I see the sadness in her eyes. I feel panicked. Legs twitchy, I take a step back. I canât help her. I need to leave before I try.
âIâd better go. You right?â My words sound cruel.
âYeah. Thanks,â she says sadly.
And before I can stop myself, I reach out and grab her arm. âIâm really sorry.â
A frown flickers across her face. âWhat for?â
I shrug. I have to say it. âYou having a bad time.â
She laughs like itâs funny, but the sound is thin and unreal. âNot your fault. Thanks for walking me home.â
And I watch as she stumbles down the last little bit of the road until she reaches her house. And I think of all she feels and all sheâll go on feeling forever. And even if I ran screaming into the police station to hand myself in, she wouldnât feel any better. Nothing I can do will change what we did. I just have to make Jake understand that too.
jake
Ellie is lying on her back with her eyes closed. She spins past me on the roundabout and I take off after her, holding the metal edge and running as hard as I can to keep up. I dodge the bag of rubbish someoneâs left on the ground.
âFaster,â she yells with a laugh in her voice.
âI canât,â I say, letting go before I take off with the roundabout.
âThen jump on!â
Without thinking I fling myself onto the metal cage, and hit my shin hard on the bar. I manage not to swear as I rub the spot. She opens one eye and pats the metal next to her. I shuffle over, and lie down, my elbow bumping hers, making my heart race. Too close. Sheâs too close.
âShut your eyes if you donât want to feel dizzy,â she says.
Instead I keep them wide open, staring up into the dusty sky, terrified of what will happen if I shut them. My body is so rigid, so tense, so frightened to move in case more of me touches her. We turn and we turn and we turn, slowing on each rotation, just like a gigantic spinning top in Mr Capâs science class. Looking up we could be anywhere. Itâs just when I look across at the park that sags under the weight of nobody ever cleaning it or doing any maintenance that I know exactly where I am.
I think about everything thatâs happened. Too many things. I canât keep them straight in my head. We keep spinning. Just. I donât know what will happen when we come to a complete stop. Will she leave?
The light is dimming. Itâs that strange time of night when I never feel settled.
âSo itâs just you and your mum?â
âYeah.â
âAlex said your dad wasnât around. Where is he?â
I breathe. I sneak a peek. Her eyes are still closed. Her face calm.
âIn jail,â I say quietly, and wait for the reaction.
âOh,â she says finally but still doesnât open her eyes, and I wonder what sheâs thinking. âAlex never told me that.â
I donât know what to say now, how to skip to another subject thatâs easier for us. One that doesnât include Alex, but can be just ours. My head races through the possibilities. School. Home. But itâs all