Moment of Truth - Kasie West Page 0,18

to protect my swimming. If he knew that, it would only prove everything he ever thought about me. I set my jaw. Then something he said occurred to me. “What do you mean, you ‘figured I’d write him off’? Did you have something to do with him showing up at the swim meet?”

Did he send him there to punish me? I wondered for a brief moment if Robert actually was Heath Hall. But just like he knew me well, I knew him, and although Robert liked attention, he would never show up at a public event claiming to be someone he wasn’t for a bit of notoriety.

“What? No . . . never mind. Bring my stuff tomorrow.” His indifferent face was back before he walked away. Again. I was supposed to walk away first this time.

I was grumbling when I entered the building that housed the locker rooms. Apparently, I wasn’t paying attention either because I nearly plowed down DJ. He dropped a stack of papers that scattered upon impact with the floor.

“Sorry,” I said.

He lowered himself to his knees and gathered them. I helped, my towel restricting my usefulness.

“It’s okay. You’re here late.”

“So are you.” Just as I was about to pick up one of the pages, I saw my name at the top. I reached for it to get a better look when DJ snatched it from beneath my fingers and stood, arms full of disorganized pages.

“What are those?”

“Just time sheets and stuff,” he said, but I could tell that’s not what they were.

“But it said, ‘one hundred butterfly,’ under my name. I’ve never raced in the butterfly.” At least not since starting high school.

“You’ve swum it in practice.”

DJ wasn’t a very good liar. “Is Coach going to let me swim it on Friday? Is that what it’s about?”

“No . . . I mean, I’m not sure. But that’s not what these are.” He clutched the papers tighter as if I had X-ray vision and could see through them.

“What are they, then?”

“Hadley, stop. I know you think your persistence is charming, but it can be frustrating at times.”

I gripped the top of my towel, glad to know every guy in the universe found my determination off-putting. My eyes stung with the insult.

“I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” he said.

“No. You didn’t.” I moved to walk around him and he stepped in front of me.

“Hadley. I’m sorry. You are every coach’s dream. Persistence is key to what you do.”

“DJ, don’t worry about it. I’m fine. See you around.”

“Hadley,” he said, but I was already through the door to the girls’ locker room, glad he couldn’t follow me in there.

Nine

Amelia was late. It was 6:35. She was supposed to pick me up at 6:30. I sat at the counter in the kitchen, more dressed up than I’d been in a while. My hair was up in a bun, I wore the black dress that Amelia swore wasn’t too tight, and I was even wearing heels. If she didn’t get here soon, we were going to miss him. Tension had spread up from my shoulders and was beginning to settle in my neck.

I tapped the edge of my art show ticket on the counter several times. I checked my phone. It was 6:37 and there were no missed calls or texts from Amelia. I tried to call her again. She didn’t answer. Ugh. Why didn’t I have a car? Sometimes it sucked depending on others for transportation.

I knocked on my dad’s bedroom door and opened it when he gave a muffled reply. “Hey, Dad. Can I borrow your truck?”

He was lying in bed reading a book, which he lowered to look at me. “I thought Amelia was picking you up.”

“She’s late.”

He glanced at the clock on his nightstand. “Eight minutes late?”

“I need to be at the museum by seven.”

“It’s an open house–type thing. There’s a three-hour window to see all the pieces. You probably won’t need the whole three hours. Especially because I didn’t think you enjoyed looking at art.”

Why did everyone think I didn’t appreciate art? Just because I wasn’t artistic didn’t mean I couldn’t appreciate good art. But that wasn’t the point. I needed the whole three hours to make sure I didn’t miss Heath. If we missed him, we’d have to try something else, and so far, nothing else was working. We’d been talking to people all week and nobody knew anything concrete. I hoped Heath didn’t wait until 9:55 to