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Chap. 9
Jessie
I walked down the beach in my bare feet, squinching sand between my toes and swinging my arms back and forth, one hand holding my flip flops. Beachgoers were starting to wrap up for the day, it was dwindling close to the evening. Most people would show up again later since it was a Friday night.
I was listening to the waves crash evenly onto the shore, careful to avoid the splashing water. I've been thinking so much about Mary and me, our secret, how everything has changed. And it's starting to worry me. How are we ever going to pull it off? I always try to push it to the back of my mind to avoid worry, hoping that we won't have to pull it off, that it will just be. But it always comes back to haunt me sometime.
My thoughts are interrupted by my phone vibrating in my pocket. I take it out and flip it open. It's a text from Mary. We need to talk, it reads, Meet me at Mako as soon as you get this.
I don't waste any time. I run to the sea rocks and place my phone and shoes in the small rock crevice that the rocks make, well away from the water and the shore. I run back towards the water, quickly scan the beach to see if anyone's looking and then immediately splash into the water and begin swimming. As soon as I transform and pick up speed, I torpedo towards Mako.
I slow down and enter the cave. Light pierces through the water and I emerge from the surface. Mary's already here waiting. "Hey," I greet her. "What's going on?" I quickly cut to the chase.
She's staring off, looking at nothing in particular. I know that face. She's thinking. It takes her minute to realize that I've arrived and am actually speaking. She finally looks up at me and speaks. "Hey," she says simply.
"Hey," I repeat. "I got your text. What's going on?"
"It's about Will," she tells me. Her expression is hard to read, but it's very stiff.
After she says that, my stomach drops a mile. "What about him?" I ask her, quietly and slowly, although I already know in my heart what it is.
"He knows," she says calmly. "He found out our secret." She's staying very calm about this. But the puffiness around her eyes tells me that she was upset before I got here. I guess she waited to text me until she composed herself.
"He. . . he does?" I reply shakily. She nods. "But. . . how?"
"I don't know, I didn't get that far," she tells me. "I was too upset to bother. . ."
"Well, what happened?" I ask anxiously.
She explained it all to me, the spilled water, the transformation, Will's confession of knowing, the questions, her refusal, the scene in the water. Everything. I was almost speechless afterward. I couldn't believe it.
"And now I have to figure it all out. He's not going to let it go until I tell him everything. I just have no clue what I'm going to do," she tells me.
"How did he react?" I ask her.
"He was very surprisingly calm. . ." she says thoughtfully. "Unusually calm. . ."
"What do you mean 'unusually calm'?" I reply.
She seems to think about it for a moment. "It seemed almost as if. . . he was prepared for it. . ."
"If he knew your secret, of course he was prepared," I cut in.
"But it wasn't like that. . . It was different. . ." She looks as if she's thinking again. "Almost as if this wasn't really. . . new to him. Like he's seen it before. . ."
Suddenly, her face lit up, like it dawned on her. "Like he's seen it before!" she repeated, this time yelling. "Jessie! Don't you get it?"
I was confused I didn't. "No. . ."
She grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "Bella!" she screamed. "That's why he wasn't freaked out! He knew about Bella being a mermaid, so he was prepared for me being one!" She shook me harder yet.
As she let go, the idea made its way through my head as I regained my stability. She could be right. "Mary, you might be right," I told her. "But that still doesn't explain how he found out."
She thought about it for a moment. "I'd bet you my tail that however he did find out has to do with Bella, too. I found out about her. Maybe she found out about me. But I could kill her for telling Will if it is her."
"You might be right again," We sat there, thinking about it, talking about the possibilities. Something came to my head.
"Wait," I said. I paused for a moment. "Does Will know about me?"
"I don't think so. He didn't really show an indication of it," she replied. "But. . . I did slip up and say 'our' instead of 'my'. He got a little suspicious after that..."
"What did you tell him?" I asked quickly.
"Like I said, nothing," she repeated. "I told you, I was too upset to tell him anything at all."
"You can tell him about me. If he's making you tell him everything, then there's no sense lying about me." I say quietly.
"I'm not about to risk it for you, too," she says. "I'll just leave you out of it."
"No," I say sternly. "I'm not about to let my best friend go through this alone, especially when I can be there for her. Tell him about me,"
After a minute, she speaks again. "Ok."
"When do you plan on talking to him?" I ask, changing the subject a little.
"As soon as were done here. I have to do it sometime, and the longer I wait, the harder it'll be. I just have to get through this," she says. We're silent for a little bit. I finally speak again.
"Do you think we can trust him?" I ask quietly.
Mary takes a deep breath and thinks about it. "I don't know yet," she says. "But I intend to find out. I just really hope we can."
"Good luck," I say.
"Thanks," she replies. There's a mutual thought inside us that both of us know she needs to go now. I give her one last reassuring smile. She returns it to my. She submerges under the water and begins to kick.
And then she's gone.
Anna
I walk down the empty beach. The breeze is light, blowing stray auburn hairs from my face. The water crashes on the shores, splashing cold water on my ankles. I laugh at the coolness.
I take my phone from my pocket to check for any text messages. There aren't any. I groan and return my phone to my pocket. I texted Mary and Jessie at least ten times after school today. No reply from either. I tell myself they just got caught up and didn't look at their phones. It's Friday night, after all.
I walk over and take a seat on one of the sea rocks far away from the water. I was wearing normal clothes and didn't want to get wet. I thought about Mary and Anna, how they had been so reserved lately. I thought about them not returning my texts. It all seemed connected somehow. Not to mention it was right after Mako. I tried to quit thinking about all of it. I was just looking way too into it.
I was distracted by a sun glare from the ground. I looked down, thinking it was probably just sea glass or something. Nut it wasn't. In the small rocky crevice beneath my feet, was something shiny and silver. Most of it was covered my flip flops that I hadn't noticed when I sat down. They looked just like Jessie's flip flops, soft tan material with braided red decoration.
I pushed the flip flops aside to see what was underneath it. It was a cell phone. Not just any cell phone, it was Jessie's. But what was it doing here? I flipped it open. Four new messages popped up that brought me to her inbox. All of them were from me. I pushed the down button until I came to the last message before mine. It was from Mary. Being nosy, I opened it.
We need to talk. Meet me at Mako as soon as you get this.
I stared at the text in disbelief. This brought the Mako thing right back to the front of my thoughts.
What in the world was going on?
