Michael speaks not a word, but years of practice allow me to see through the careful mask he wears. The conflict is evident within his tortured expression. An unmistakable sadness plays across his beautiful features. I can’t help but think ‘We are far too young for this.’ Whatever happened to worrying about nail polish and the latest fashion must have? Two years ago the most crucial decision I had to make was whether or not to go to The Homecoming Dance with Doug Shoan.
Now there are life and death consequences to my every action. The slightest error in judgment could doom us all. That’s a great responsibility to be held on the shoulders of seventeen year olds. He visibly struggles with an answer. I understand his deep deliberation. The last thing Michael wants to do is hurt me, but still there is something hidden inside him that instinctively searches for the truth. It’s both a quality I love and hate about him. I fear it’s that quest for knowledge that will one day tear him from my arms.
"We have to be careful," Max wisely proclaims. "On the other hand, if they find any Cadmium X in the body ..." We all know what that means. Oh God! It can’t be Alex. He’s done nothing wrong. He’s the most innocent of us all. Involuntarily I shudder this can’t be happening. I am going to wake up soon from this nightmare. I’ll rush to the phone and call my best friend. He’ll be so excited to tell me about a new song he’s written for The Whits. Perhaps he’ll even ask me to sing it for them. Yes, that’s what will happen.
I choke back tears. It has too… I can’t imagine a world in which Alex isn’t a part of it. "It could be another person killed by Nacedo or the Skins. Or something completely unrelated to us, of course.” Michael must be able to tell that I am about to lose it for he answers steadily, "I won't," Something in his eyes doesn’t quite convince me. He’s holding back. I can always tell when he’s attempting to censor himself. I take him at his word simply because I don’t dare question it.
If I press him he’ll argue the point and I can’t fight with him right now. He darts his eyes away from mine and looks over to my left in Max’s direction. I surely wish I could decipher guy code. Alas my chick card keeps me from doing so. When Stonewall Guerin’s attention is mine again he suggests, "Come on Maria, I think we should go." I obediently nod my head not trusting my voice. Turning in his arms I wave to the others and then flash Liz and meaningful look. If I look half as broken as she does then we are both in trouble.
Then without warning I glare at the bleach blonde slut who came and ruined everything. If it weren’t for her we’d all be blissfully ignorant of Destiny and all that it entails. I run my hands through my hair, a nervous gesture obviously, before exiting the room. Once we are out of range of the others I open my mouth to speak without even turning around. I know without looking that he’s there. “Michael, what are we going to do?” I start stomping towards the Jetta determination filling my veins.
