The Impossible Vastness Of Us. Samantha Young

Hayley’s eyes.

      I knew without a doubt that my looks were one of the reasons Jay James couldn’t quite give up on trying to get into my pants. Not that I was cynical or anything.

      Jay was a year older than me, smart, but a total bad boy. Tattoos, check. Piercings, check. Motorcycle, check. Every girl in my school wanted a piece of him and for whatever reason he liked me.

      We had been making out on my couch for about ten minutes. Jay had nice lips and I’d hoped that when he kissed me I’d feel something other than the wet touch of mouth and tongue against mouth and tongue.

      The romance novels I’d found stashed in Hayley’s closet said I was supposed to feel all hot and tingly.

      Kissing was supposed to be exciting.

      I didn’t find it all that exciting. “Nice” was about as good as kissing had gotten for me. And as always my mind wandered due to the lack of excitement. This time it had wandered to Hayley. She was up to something. I knew it. As a flight attendant she was away a lot, but her trips were longer than usual. She was also acting weird and shifty, hiding her phone from me when it buzzed with a notification, and having whispered conversations in her bedroom. Something was up. I just hoped that something wasn’t a guy.

      It was like my wayward thoughts had conjured her.

      “This is Jay,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest in defiance at the stern look on her face.

      I hated when she acted like she gave a crap.

      “I don’t care who he is.” Hayley tried to fry his ass with her eyes. “You can leave.”

      Jay stared back at her with as much defiance as I did, making me like him more. He turned to me and pressed a slow, intimate kiss to the corner of my mouth. “See you at school, babe.”

      He laughed at the mischief in my eyes.

      I waited until he’d brushed by Hayley without a word and I heard the front door close behind him. “Nice. Thanks.”

      Hayley’s dark eyes narrowed into slits. “Don’t talk to me like that. I’m tired, it’s been a long day and now I come home and find my daughter being mauled by some walking hormone. Am I supposed to be happy that you’re dating some guy who looks like he’s seen the inside of prison more than once?”

      “We’re not dating. We’re just fooling around.”

      “Oh, well, then, why am I so upset?” She threw her hands up in exasperation.

      “Hayley.”

      She flinched, like she always flinched when I called her by her name (so she flinched a lot). “Don’t ‘Hayley’ me. I have a right to be upset about this.”

      “Don’t be. I’m not serious about him. And I’m not getting pregnant. Anyway, you’re home early.”

      “They put me on a shorter flight.” She dumped her purse on the couch as she moved farther into the room. “We’ll discuss Jay later. I need to tell you something.”

      I tensed. “Yeah?”

      She stared pensively at me for a few seconds before finally taking a seat by my side. “I’ve met someone.”

      Dread instantly filled me.

      Scrutinizing me for a reaction and getting none, Hayley smiled reassuringly. “He’s wonderful. His name is Theo and he has a daughter who’s actually your age. He lives in Boston. We met on one of my flights out there.”

      My stomach churned. “How long?”

      “Several months ago.”

      “I knew something was going on,” I muttered.

      “I’m sorry I kept it from you for so long... I just wanted to make sure it was real between us.”

      “And is it?”

      “Very much so. We’ve fallen in love.”

      “That’s some long-distance relationship.”

      “I stay with him when I fly out there. I see him as often as possible.”

      I snorted. “And you think he’s faithful all the times you’re not around?”

      “Don’t.” She cut a hand through the air. “Those are your trust issues, India. Not mine.”

      My blood boiled with indignation. She was completely naive if she thought for one second this guy wasn’t a loser. She had chosen badly before, after all. I had a right to the dread that was making me feel sick.

      “I just wanted to give you a heads-up that it’s serious.”

      “What does that even mean?”

      “It means that if this is going where I think it’s going, then that might mean a big life change for us.”

      Oh, hell.

      I stared at her in horror.

      Hayley sighed wearily at the expression I wasn’t even trying to conceal. “I’m going to make a cup of tea. I’m tired so we’ll talk about Jay another time.” She turned but then stopped to stare sadly at me. “Thanks for being so happy for me, by the way.”

      That didn’t even deserve a response.

      There was a time Hayley couldn’t give a damn about my happiness. I felt it only fair that I feel apathetic now about hers.

      * * *

      “So wait, what does that mean?” Anna stared at me with big round eyes. “Are you, like, moving to Boston?”

      Thursday. Days after Hayley dropped her bombshell that included a possible “big life change for us.” She’d left for Boston on Tuesday, and I’d barely heard from her. This lack of communication had finally made me tell Anna what was going on.

      I leaned against my locker, glaring at the opposite wall. Unfortunately, said locker was situated right next to the guys’ bathroom, which meant enduring Eau de Teenage Turd every day. “I have no idea.”

      “That’s what she meant, though, right?”

      “Probably.”

      “Why aren’t you freaking out more?” She stood directly in front of me now, hands on her hips as she glared up at me. “I’m freaking out!” She flapped her arms around. “Freak out with me!”

      “Why are you freaking out?” Siobhan said as she, Kiersten and Tess stopped by my locker. “Is it because Leanne Ingles looks like a walking thrift store today?” she called out loud enough for Leanne Ingles to hear as she passed us. I watched Leanne turn bright red and felt my blood heat.

      “Don’t be a bitch,” I snapped at Siobhan.

      “I’m just saying, terrible dress, ugly mess.”

      “You were being horrible.” And it was hardly the first time. If it were up to Siobhan she’d rule the school with terror and meanness.

      “Whatever.” She sighed. “Why are you freaking out, Anna? And why are you doing it in front of India’s locker? This whole area should be quarantined.” She wrinkled her nose at the bathroom doors.

      “Lunch,” I stated firmly before pushing off my locker door. I strode away, knowing they’d follow.

      I heard their footsteps and suddenly I had Anna on my right, Siobhan on my left and Kiersten and Tess right at my back.

      “So?” Siobhan nudged me with her elbow. “What is Anna flipping out over?”

      “India’s mom might be moving them to Boston!”

      The girls shot me stunned looks at Anna’s outburst, but I ignored them as I also tried to ignore the swarm of butterflies in my stomach.

      “Boston?” Siobhan gasped. “No. Ugh.”

      Siobhan