Find You in the Dark

couldn't miss another practice or I would be suspended from the meet for sure. Coach Kline would kill me!
    So what did I say?
    “That sounds great.”

Chapter Six

    “What do you think about going to Melissa James's party tonight? It would be a great way for you to meet people and to have a good time.” I told Clay, while he loaded one of the glass cases in his aunt's shop with merchandise. Clay frowned as he placed chunks of amethyst and quartz on the shelves. “A party? I'm not sure about that.” He answered hesitantly.
    Clay and I spent most evenings together. I would come and see him at work after cross country practice. I was making an effort to get my act together. Because after missing practice last week, Coach Kline had followed through on his threat and suspended me from the meet over the weekend. And that did not feel good. I hated disappointing him. Even worse, I knew I was letting myself down too.
    Coach had pulled me into his office after lunch on Monday. I knew what was coming. I had been dreading this conversation for weeks. Coach Kline was like a big teddy bear. He was popular with the kids because he was approachable and easy going. His faith in his students was unwavering. But I knew I had broken his trust. And that hurt.
    “Close the door, Maggie, and have a seat.” Coach directed me after following him into his office. I felt my hands start to sweat. I hated confrontation on any level. Coach Kline sat down behind his desk and looked at me. “Is there something going on with you that I need to know about?”
    I didn't know what to say, so I decided playing ignorant was a good place to start. “Uh, not that I know of.” I couldn't look at Coach. I felt too guilty. I heard him sigh. “Maggie, you are the best runner on the team. I really thought this was your year. But I feel like your heart just isn't into it anymore. You know, if there is anything you ever need to talk about, I'm here. My door is always open and what we discuss is confidential.”
    I wanted to cover my face with my hands. God, what did he think was going on? It was my own fault though. My unaccustomed flakiness put up a million red flags. But I couldn't admit that it was nothing more harmless than me spending my afternoons lusting after the new guy. That probably wouldn't go over too well.
    “Everything's cool, Coach. I guess I just have other stuff going on right now.” Well, that was sort of the truth. I heard Coach click his pen over and over again. I looked at him and knew that I couldn't keep shirking my responsibilities. It wasn't fair to Coach or the team.
    Coach Kline looked at me and frowned. “Well, I don't need to tell you that you miss one more practice and I have no choice but to suspend you for the rest of the season. It's the school policy. And I would hate to lose you. You have scholarships out there waiting for you. With your record, you'd be a shoe in. Don't throw it all away. You'd regret it down the road.” I knew he was right.
    “I won't, Coach. I promise.” At the time, I really meant those words. I wanted the scholarships and the sparkling, pretty future. I wanted to make my family and school proud. These were all rational thoughts.
    But when I saw Clay waiting for me after school, all rational thought went right out the window. It was too easy to lose myself in his company. He was like a drug and I was hopelessly addicted.
    So cutting out our afternoon rendezvous was like going cold turkey. It seriously sucked. Instead, I had started stalking him at Ruby's Bookshelf. I knew he helped out there after school. I just couldn't go an entire day without having that alone time with him that I had come to crave. I also hated to admit that I was driven by my horrible jealousy over the too pretty for comfort, Tilly. Whose crush on Clay was becoming more and more obvious. Luckily, Clay was oblivious, otherwise I would have as serious cat fight on my hands.
    Clay always seemed happy to see me and so it had become our thing. I would help him out at the shop and I got my Clayton Reed fix. Of course, now instead of pissing off my coach, I was pissing off my parents as a result of me missing dinner most of the week.
    But I needed this time with Clay. Because when we were by our selves, I saw a side of him that was so different from the guy he projected at school. After our disastrous lunch together a few weeks ago, Clay had joined us a few other times. Rachel tried really hard to be nice to Clay and there