"We're ready," Lila said. "Let's go."

"Not yet," Brian said.

I looked at him and looked at Aaron and realized there was no third guy. This mythical third date did not exist. Not in my dream and in all probability, not in real life. It was only the two of them filling the doorway to Brian's house.

Brian pointed at me and then at Amy. "One of you can't come," he said.

AJ squawked, I told you, I told you, I told you, while Amy looked down at her shoes.

I kind of wanted to look down at my shoes, too, but instead I asked, "What the f.u.c.k does that mean?"

"We should have listened," Amy whispered into her chest. It was covered in glitter like tiny lights. So much possibility in those lights, about to be snuffed out.

"This isn't our fault," I said.

Lila broke free from us and walked over the threshold, joining Brian and Aaron inside. She held Brian around the neck and kissed him-deep, long, making us all watch.

Then the three of them looked down at Amy and me. The doorway seemed to have turned into an elevator that had gone up five flights.

"What now?" I asked.

"Aaron gets to pick," Brian said, wiping Lila's lip gloss from his mouth, as shiny as the glitter on Amy's chest. He looked at her. He looked at me. He looked at her. He looked at me.

"He shouldn't get to pick," I said. "He shouldn't get to do anything." I could feel anger, feel my stomach burn hot, my hands turn to fists, my teeth start to clench.

"There are two of you and one of him." Brian shrugged.

"Don't worry," Amy whispered, "he'll pick you." I could see her starting to cry, her tears shiny, too.

"I don't want him to pick me!" I screamed. "I don't want him to pick me!" I screamed again. I could feel myself scream it, the way in a dream it feels like you are trying so hard to be heard, but no one can hear you.

I woke up in the cabin, slick with sweat, before Aaron gave his decision, even though I already knew what it was. He had picked both of us and done as much as each of us would let him get away with.

What I let him get away with had been my choice, not his. Otherwise Amy would have had her own rumors circulated by Ruthie Jensen about being pregnant and wanting so badly to believe it was a rumor.

Wanting so badly to take back every kiss and touch and sigh.

"You were screaming in your sleep," Nez said.

I sat up and watched her brush her black hair so that it shone like a wet rock. We hadn't showered in days and her hair still looked beautiful. Girls like her and Lila needed to be killed.

"Thanks, Nez," I said. "'Cause I don't have ears."

"Well, you woke me up and not that I asked Troyer, but I'm going to guess you woke her up, too."

I looked at Troyer. She shrugged. It was the most she could do to defend me against Nez.

"We had to wake up anyway," I said, rubbing my face and trying to force out the stare of Aaron's blue, blue eyes. My stomach felt empty. As empty as Aaron's eyes. I put my hand into my sleeping bag and punched it over and over, until I could barely breathe, until Rawe came out and told us to get dressed.

Putting on my uniform, I stared at the welts that were starting to form, as red as the skin of a screaming newborn.

I could see it, just pulled out-so alive, so raw, so feral.

Maybe it was mine, maybe it was someone else's, but I knew it was crying for the mother I knew I could never be. Wanting anyone to hold it, to love it, to make the pain and fear that was flooding it now that it was out in the world go away.

Just like me-a lump of crying skin and bones, an open wound grasping at anything except the people around it who want to help.

16 f.u.c.king Days to Go M y body hurt so much it was hard to fall asleep. That day we dug a new pit toilet. When Nez complained about it, Rawe told her it was either that or we dug out what was in the current one. Well, that was only after Rawe had given us the choice of digging out a toilet or sitting in a circle with her and talking about our feelings. Digging a hole all the way to China that would eventually be filled with our s.h.i.t was definitely a better deal.

The work was hard, backbreaking. Never before I came to this place could I use the term backbreaking to describe anything. Here, it was pretty much an everyday occurrence. The boys did not join us that day. Probably digging out their own new pit toilet. Or maybe Nerone was s.a.d.i.s.tic enough to make them dig out their current one.

I was dirty, sweaty, and I couldn't help thinking that like everything else I had been forced to do since I'd been here, that I deserved this. Actually I probably deserved worse. I deserved to attempt to dig through a sidewalk with a child's beach shovel.

I saw it, the one I would have bought for my little boy or girl-yellow, plastic, small enough to fit in the hands that had been inside me, that had touched parts of me I would never see.

Even in the dark, I stared at the ceiling of the cabin, trying desperately to doze off, trying to ignore the searing pain in my back and shoulders, the fresh coat of dirt that once had been the ground and now covered my body.

I must have eventually fallen asleep, because later that night I could feel someone watching me. I figured it was Nez, so I reached out into the darkness to smack her. But it wasn't Nez. My reaching hand hit a boy and boy parts.

A boy part.

I opened my eyes, ready to scream like I was getting paid for it, when Ben covered my mouth.

"What the h.e.l.l are you doing here?" I hissed through his fingers. He tasted like dirt. I suddenly wished a very big wish that the boys had spent their day like we had, digging a new pit toilet.

"Be quiet. You want to get us busted?" he whispered.

I jerked my head.

"Can I let go of your mouth now?" he asked.

I nodded, but angrily. I guess he could tell.

"You sure?" he teased.

"f.u.c.k yes," I hissed.

"See?" he said, his hand still tight to my mouth. "That's why I can't let go."

"I will bite you," I said, starting to growl.

"Promise," he said, finally letting go.

I sat up and wiped my mouth. "What the f.u.c.k?" I whisper-yelled. Of course, I didn't really have the right to, considering I had been standing above his bed, doing the same to him, minus the soft bondage, a day before.

"Come on, I want to show you something," he said.

"If it involves taking off your uniform, I'm not interested," I said.

"You haven't even bought me dinner yet," he retorted. "Of course, I'm not really hungry."

I felt my face burn. How could he embarra.s.s me so easily? Make me feel everything so easily?

He didn't move.

I looked over at Troyer. I could tell she was awake but trying to act like she wasn't. "I'm not going anywhere with you," I said.

"You sure?" he asked, still smiling.

"Take Nez," I said.

We both looked over at her. She was sleeping, snoring like a f.u.c.king lawnmower. Like a f.u.c.king lawnmower with asthma.

"s.e.xy," I said, looking at Ben.

"I want to take you. That's why I'm standing above your bed and not hers," he said.

I didn't respond. I couldn't. All I could do was feel him saying that in the bottom part of my stomach, like I had when he'd said I was pretty, not just once but twice, making sure I'd heard it. When had I become such a sap? Again the boy had rendered me speechless. I did not like this pattern.

"I have cigarettes." He took out the pack with a flourish.

I could see the plastic wrapper that covered it glint in the darkness, like it was winking at me. "Where are we going?"

"It's a secret," he said.

"I hate secrets," I said, looking down and realizing that my b.o.o.bs were totally showing through my shirt. I pulled the sleeping bag up over my chest.

"Do you want to fight, or do you want to smoke?" he asked.

I looked at him. In the dark of the cabin, he was a blurry shadow. "Wait for me outside. I have to get dressed."

"I can turn around," he said, smiling that big smile again.

"You can also go f.u.c.k yourself," I said.

"You better not be messing with me," he said. "If you're not out in five, I'm leaving. I'm not going to wait out there all night like some a.s.shole."

"Who said you were an a.s.shole?" I laughed.

He turned from me, tip-toed over to the other side of the cabin, and jumped out the window. At least I had gotten the last word for once.

I put on my uniform and pulled my hair back in a rubber band. My bi-daily shower was definitely not doing the trick. It was stringy, felt as greasy as fries fresh from the fryer. I put on my boots. I looked over at Troyer, expecting a note to shoot out from under her sleeping bag, but she was still pretending she was asleep.

Fine, whatever, Troyer.

I met Ben on the porch. He was waiting with his flashlight on, aimed at the ground.

"So, give me one," I said, holding out my hand.

"Can't you wait until we're not inches away from the cabin?" he asked. He walked in front of me down toward the lake. I clicked on my own flashlight and followed him.

"No boats," I said. "There is no way I am getting in a boat with you."

"Don't worry, Ca.s.sie," he said.

Like I could ever listen to a guy when he told me that, but I continued behind him anyway.

"Okay, we're away from the cabin." I stopped on the trail and pointed my flashlight at the back of his head.

He turned, reached into his pocket, and handed me a cigarette.

"I want more than one." My hand was still out and waiting.

"One now, and more when we get there," he said.

"Where's there?" I asked.

"I told you, it's a secret," he said.

"I'm not doing anything with you if that's what you're after," I said, the cigarette unlit and hanging out of my mouth.

"I'm not after anything," he said.

"That would be a first," I said. Since when did a guy take you somewhere in the dark if he didn't want something?

I guess that was what sixteen days without MTV got you-insane paranoia.

I waited with the cigarette in my mouth, the night sounds all around us, that cold wet air that only comes out in the dark. Finally, he flicked the lighter. The area in front of his face lit up with the flame, his skin glowed orange. I leaned in and let him light the cigarette, let him touch my hand to steady it, let myself believe that was the only reason I was letting him touch my hand.

I took a long drag; the smoke made me lightheaded. I liked it. "Thanks." I exhaled, feeling the stress of this place blow out of me with that smoke. A small portion of it, anyway.

He put the lighter away.

"You're not having one?" I asked.

"I hate smoking and walking," he said.

He was right. Smoking and walking sucked, but I was too eager to smoke to have remembered that. I took another long drag, even though my head was already buzzing.

We kept walking on the lake trail, the bullfrogs croaking. There was also a humming in my ears from the nicotine.

It could only be from the nicotine. It had nothing to do with being outside, at night, alone with Ben. It had nothing to do with Ben coming to the cabin and taking me instead of Nez and it definitely had nothing to do with the stars above us shining like they were the sky's tiara.

I stopped on the trail and looked up, taking them in, when all of a sudden bright colored lights exploded in the sky-fireworks, one after another, on top of each other, huge kaleidoscopes of light, sparkling rainbow spiders.

"How did you know?" I asked, my voice going softer, like if I talked too loudly they would stop. It was so beautiful after weeks of so much ugly.

Ben turned to look at me, the colored lights in the sky turning his skin pink, blue, green. "I'm magic." He shrugged.