Fangirl

Reagan going to mind, you think?”
    “I don’t think so. We haven’t been together since high school.”
    “How long did you date?”
    “Three years.”
    “Were you in love?”
    He pushed back his hair, abashed but not ashamed. “Desperately.”
    “Oh.” Cath shifted away.
    Levi tilted his head to catch her eyes. “It was a small town, there were eleven people in our high school class—there was nobody else in a two-hundred-mile radius that either of us would have even considered dating.”
    “What happened?”
    “We came here. We realized that we weren’t the only two datable people on the planet.”
    “She said she cheated on you.”
    Levi’s eyes fell, but he didn’t completely stop smiling. “Also that.”
    “How old are you?”
    “Twenty-one.”
    Cath nodded. “You seem older.”
    “It’s the hair,” he said, still smiling.
    “I love your hair,” she blurted out.
    He raised an eyebrow. Just the one.
    Cath shook her head, embarrassed, closing her eyes, closing the laptop.
    Levi let his head fall slowly toward her so that his bangs hung forward and brushed her ear. She pulled her head away, knowing she was blushing.
    “I like your hair, too,” he said. “I think, anyway.… It’s always roped up and tied down.”
    “This is crazy,” Cath said, scooting away.
    “What?”
    “This. You and me. This conversation.”
    “Why?”
    “Well, I don’t even know how it happened.”
    “I don’t think anything’s happened quite yet.…”
    “We don’t have anything in common,” she said. She felt like she was brimming with objections, and they were just now starting to spill out. “You don’t even know me. You’re old and you smoke—and you have a job. You have experience.”
    “I don’t really smoke unless someone else is smoking.…”
    “That counts.”
    “But it doesn’t matter. Nothing you just said matters, Cath. And most of it isn’t even true. We have lots of stuff in common. We talk all the time—we used to. And it just made me want to talk to you more. That’s a really good sign.”
    “What do we have in common?”
    “We like each other,” he said. “What more is there? Also, compared to the rest of the world, we have everything in common. If aliens came down to earth, they probably wouldn’t even be able to tell us apart.”
    This was too much like what she’d said to Nick.…
    “You do like me…,” Levi said, “right?”
    “I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t like you,” Cath said.
    “You might have—”
    “No,” she said firmly. “I wouldn’t have. And I wouldn’t have stayed up all night reading to you.…”
    Levi smiled so that she could see his canine teeth. And then his bicuspids. It was wrong. He shouldn’t be smiling.
    “Why did you tell me it was just a kiss?” she asked, waiting for her voice to break. “I don’t even care about that other girl. I mean, I do, but not as much. Why was your first instinct to tell me that what happened between you and me didn’t matter ? And why should I believe you now when you say that it did? Why should I believe anything you say?”
    Levi got it now. That he shouldn’t be smiling. He looked down at his lap and turned, settling his back against the wall. “I guess I panicked.…”
    Cath waited. Levi pushed his hand into the front of his hair and made a fist. (Maybe that’s why he was losing it prematurely. Constant handling.)
    “I panicked,” he said again. “I thought that if you knew how much kissing you meant to me … it would seem even worse that I kissed another girl.”
    Cath let that sink in. “That’s terrible reasoning,” she said.
    “I wasn’t reasoning.” He turned back to her, a little too quickly. “I was panicking. Honestly? I’d forgotten all about that girl.”
    “Because you kiss so many girls at parties?”
    “ No. I mean … Ahhgh.” He looked away. “ Sometimes, but no. I only kissed that girl because you weren’t there. Because you didn’t return my texts. Because I was back to thinking you didn’t like me. I was confused, and a little drunk, and here was this girl who obviously did like me.… She probably left five minutes after you did. And five minutes after that, I was staring at my phone, trying to come up with an excuse to call you.”
    “Why didn’t you just tell me all that at the hospital?”
    “Because I felt like such an asshole. And I’m not used to being the asshole—I’m usually Dudley Do-Right, you