Saturday morning I woke to the bang of the washing machine lid. I staggered into the laundry room to find Mom sorting piles of clothes. “Mom?”

She jumped. “Jennie, you’re home. I didn’t expect to see you until later.” She tossed a pair of Woo Bin’s boxer shorts onto a pile of whites. “What happened? Did you and Kai have a fight?”

“No.” I wish we had. It's easier. “I just wanted to come home.”

A sudden chill made me shiver and I hugged myself. Mom came over and smoothed my messy hair. It’d been a rough night. “I’m glad.” She smiled. “You sure you’re okay? You look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

She followed me to my room. Hwa, I noticed, was a lump under her bedspread. I found my glasses and put them on. “What time is it?” I glanced at the clock. “Six-thirty?” As in A.M.? No wonder I felt drugged. What was she doing starting the laundry at six-thirty? Talk about Supermom.

Supermom said, “Since you’re home, how about taking care of these college applications?” She slapped the stack of forgotten forms on my dresser.

I sighed wearily. “Oh. Okay.” I’d never get back to sleep now, anyway.

“You could’ve been finishing these instead of whatever that is.” She pointed to my tablet, which was open at the bottom of my bed. Had I left it open? “Why in the world are you taking art? What a waste of time.”

I bristled. Wished her gone, and got my wish when the dryer buzzed.

It was a half-hearted effort, but I slogged through all the college apps and sealed them in their respective envelopes. Seoul University, Hanyang, Kookmin. Talk about a waste of time. Even if they accepted me, I wasn’t sure I’d go. Where was Kookmin, anyway? I heard Hwa roust herself and drag into the bathroom. When she came out, our eyes met briefly. She might’ve grunted. Her black mascara had tracked to her chin. Scary.

She clomped across the basement and up the stairs. She usually zoned in front of the TV on Saturday mornings, watching cartoons. That was about her speed.

I took a shower, then toasted a couple of Pop-Tarts and returned to my room to veg. To think. About him – not him. Her. Me. Her and me.

Stop it. Stop thinking. My eyes strayed to the dresser, where Beowulf beckoned. I retrieved the book and paged through to find the section about swimming with his merry men. Reread it. Pretty suggestive, all right. Made me remember all those times in swim team practice with the girls when we’d goof around, dunk each other, play chicken. Times I’d have to rein myself in because it was getting so intense.

I lowered the book to my lap. There were other times, too. Ms. Fielding, in German class. I was so in love with her. I used to pretend I needed help so I could stay after school. She wasn’t gay, I don’t think. Just beautiful. And Jisoo. God. I had a torrid crush on Jisoo in sixth grade. Seventh grade. Eighth grade…

My pulse quickened. Was I? Gay, I mean? If so, what was I doing with Kai?

Maybe I was bi. That would explain it. An open heart, willing to give and accept love wherever it came from. The feelings, the stirring, the awakening senses with Rosie, though, I’d never experienced those with Kai. With any guy.

A crash against the wall made me leap off the bed. I charged around the partition between Hwa’s and my space. Fixed my gaze on the Virgin Mary that lay in shards by the laundry room, then Hwa’s smoldering glare. Mom yelled down the stairs, “This is my house and you’ll obey my rules.”

Hwa locked eyes with me. She opened her mouth, then thought better of it, I guess, and flung herself backward on the bed, crossing her arms. A wave of sympathy washed over me. Hwa wasn’t having much luck with mothers. I’d only ever seen her real mom once when she dropped Hwa off for the weekend, but I’d overheard a private conversation between Mom and Woo Bin. He said his ex-wife was a workaholic, that she left Hwa alone too much. He worried she was unsupervised. He’d like her to move in here permanently.

Mom nixed that idea, thank God. I should ask Hwa about her mother, I thought. She was obviously suppressing a lot of anger. Sure, and I should major in psychology at Kookmin. Maybe if we talked, though…

Hwa cranked up her death rock and slapped on her earphones. Guess not. My phone rang.

I returned to my space and answered, “Hello?”

“Hey, babe.”

My heart sank. “Hey.”

Kai said, “Can I come over?”

“No. My mom’s home.” I cupped a hand around my mouth to muffle the sound. “And my wicked stepsister’s here, too.”

He clucked. “I didn’t mean for that. You have a one track mind. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah,” I lied.

“We won’t do Chinese again. That stuff’s lethal; I'll still burping cabbage. We need to get together about this leadership conference soon. I was hoping we could start today.”

“Why did you get me involved in that, anyway? You know I’m up to my ass in work.”

“If you don’t want to do it, I’ll find someone else.”

“Good,” I said. “Do that.”

He hesitated. “Wrong answer.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. This wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t about the conference.

“I just thought we’d have fun working together,” he said. “Doing something besides… you-know-what. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

I exhaled a long breath. “Maybe tomorrow I can find time.”

“Find time? For me, you mean?”

I didn’t reply.

He hung up.

Great. I considered calling him back, but the thought was fleeting. I didn’t have the energy, or the motivation. Maybe I wanted him mad at me.

I opened my calc book and paged forward to chapter six – Monday’s assignment. The number ran off the page. I was off the page. I needed to get out of here for a while.

I changed into a clean long-sleeved tee and a pair of drawstring pants, then pocketed my billfold. I’d driven halfway across town before I realized where I was going. Yeah, a donut would taste good, but there were about a dozen Dunkin’ Donuts on my side of town.

Who was I kidding? I needed to see her. I didn’t even know if she worked Saturdays. Didn’t have a plan.

At Hott ’N Tott, I vanquished my fear á la Beowulf and boldly set forth. As I hopped up onto the curb, my eyes scanned the interior of the shop through the window, where I saw Rosie sprawled lengthwise across one of the plasti-form benches, one knee clutched to her chest. My heart skipped a beat. She was wearing her gypsy scarf again, laughing at something the person across the table from her had said. The person made a wild hand gesture and Rosie threw back her head and howled.

I pedaled backward, away from the door. My butt hit the hood of my Jeep and inched its attached human remains around to the driver’s side. I reached for the handle, hoping, praying she hadn’t seen me. As I pealed out, my tires spitting salt and sand, the person with Rosie twisted her head to look out the window. I didn’t have to see her face to know it was Wendy.

***

That night I had a dream. An erotic dream. There was me in the pool, nude, and ahead of me another swimmer, just out of reach. I lengthened my strokes to catch up. Grabbed an ankle and pulled myself alongside. She turned and smiled. Rosie. She was naked too, and instinctively our bodies came together. Our legs intertwined.

I woke up with a start, breathing hard, wishing I could get it back. Get her back. Finish the dream. Find out how far it would go and what was waiting for me on the other side.

***

Rosie didn’t show up at the pool on Monday. Not that I expected her to – hell, I don’t know what I expected. Upstairs, wrenching open my locker, I glanced in my mirror to see her just arriving, setting her breakfast down in front of her locker. She caught my eye and smiled.

That smile.

“Jen!” Kai’s voice whipped my head around. “Sorry I didn’t make it over yesterday. My dad needed help fixing the garage door after Mom backed into it – again. Then Coop dropped by to work on this physics project.” He loped up beside me. “You feeling better?”

I remembered, with a hopeless sigh, that Kai never could stay mad.

“What about we do it at lunch today since Han’s out and there’s no student council meeting this week?”

“Do what?” I asked.

“The leadership conference?” He knuckled my head. “Han’s going to want to know where we are on it by next Monday.” He caught a drip of water under my ear from my sopping wet hair. Guess I’d forgotten to towel it.

I gathered books. “Yeah, okay.”

Kai lifted my chin and inclined his head. “I love you,” he said.

Don’t, I thought. Stop. Just stop loving me.

“Jennie?” His eyes bore into mine.

I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t. “Yeah. Me, too.” I forced a smile.

I let him kiss me, which he took advantage of and began to french. I wrestled away from him. “Kai.”

He grinned and touched the tip of my nose. “See you later?” He swaggered off.

I shouldered my bag and shut the locked.

“Do you love him?”

I jumped out of my skin. She was standing right beside me. “Who?”

Her eyes widened.

“Kai?” I peered over my shoulder at his retreating back. “Um, we’ve been going together for a long time. A year.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

I couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t risk her seeing through me, reading me.

“Do you hear bells?” she asked.

I had to smile at that. “Bells?”

“You know, bells. Music, fireworks.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

I let out a short laugh. It sounded strangled, the same way I felt. “Only in my dreams.”

“Oh, yeah?” She arched an eyebrow.

Why did I say that? God.

Rosie said softly, “Maybe you should listen to your dreams.”

My stomach suffered a major eruption.

She pushed off the locker she’d been balancing against with the sole of her shoe and said, “Think about it.”

Like I haven’t been. “Do you think about it?” I asked her back.

She stopped and turned around. “I don’t have to. I know.”

Stampeding hooves interrupted our conversation as the entire track team thundered down the hall between us. By the time I elbowed through the bodies, she was gone.

***

I agreed with everything Kai suggested for the leadership conference. Whether we set up the tables in a U or an open square made no difference to me. It was trivial. I wanted it gone. Wanted him gone.

“We didn’t talk about how to split the participants up into corporations.” Kai trailed me out the door of the media center. “Or who we want to invite as speakers for the panel.”

“Whatever. You decide.” Just go, I screamed silently. Let me go.

“How about after school? We could meet –”

“I have to work.”

“Then tonight.”

“Jisoo and Nayeon are coming over. They’re both going through these major traumas, you know. I promised we’d get together.” I was such a liar. Thank God he couldn’t read me like Rosie.

The late bell rang. “There’s a teacher in-service on Wednesday,” Kai called at my back. “We have the day off. Want to get together then?”

“Sure,” I tossed over my shoulder.

“Ten o’clock. Come over to my house.”

It barely registered. I sprinted down the arts wing. She was there, in class, talking and laughing with Wendy.

Wendy. I wished she was gone, too. Rosie and I made the briefest eye contact before I stumbled to my seat. Dazed, unsteady. My heart carved a cave in my chest. All period long I tried to send Rosie mental messages: Look at me, smile at me, be with me. So Ji gave us an assignment to draw the other half of a face. A child’s face, from a picture he’d blown up. It forced me to focus my energy. Good. Concentrate on the face. The child. The task at hand.

I got so absorbed in the project, the period ended and chairs scraped back. Rosie stood with Wendy. I ripped the page out of my tablet and rushed to the front of the room to hand in my assignment, to catch her, talk to her.

So ji snagged my drawing off the top of the stack. “Whoa, whoa. Come back here, lady.” He flagged me down. “Let’s have a look at this.”

Damn. Rosie exited with Wendy. She glanced over her shoulder at me and held my eyes.

“Ooh, ooh,” So ji cooed over my drawing. “Tell me how you approached this.”

“Um,” I twisted back, “Head on. I really have to go.” I shuffled backward toward the door.

“In. Credible.” So ji shook his head. “I can’t even tell which of the halves you drew.”

I raced out the door, sprinted to the stairwell, and skidded to a stop. No sign of her. Not in the halls, not on the stairs. Where could she be?

I thought I spotted her on my way to econ, then after class at the drinking fountain, then lurking outside the door to the gym, but each time I backtracked, she’d vanished. As if she was a mirage. Or an illusion. That was it, an illusion. Like my life – a reality just out of reach.

***

My phone rang on the way to work. I dug through my bag on the seat beside me, cursing. I was already late, having stalled around to catch Rosie at her locker and missing her again. Where was she? “Yeah, hello?” I snarled.

“Hi. Know who this is?”

My breath caught. “Rosie, hi. I tried to find you all day. I wanted to finish our conversation.”

“What conversation?” she said.

Didn’t she even remember? The Conversation. About dreams, and bells, and music.

“Look, um, what I’m calling about…” She laughed a little. Nervous like. “Um, okay, if you’re not doing anything tomorrow night, which you are, probably, with Kai, but I was wondering… do you like PA?”

Someone swerved in front of me and I slammed on the brakes. “Asshole,” I hissed.

“Okay, forget it.”

“Rosie, no. Not you. God. I’m driving and some jerkoff just about ran me off the road. I love PA.”

She laughed. “You’re even a bad liar on the phone.”

I had to chuckle. “Okay, what is it?”

“Performance art.”

“Oh.” Silence, crackle on the line. “Sorry,” I said. “I still don’t know what it is.”

“It’s kind of hard to explain,” she said.

“Everyone has their own interpretation, which is what makes it so awesome. Mostly it's an expression. Physical and emotional expression, but it uses all the senses. It’s really sensual. You’d like it.”

A thrill shot through me “Yeah, it sounds cool. So… tomorrow night?”

“There’s a performance at the Rogue Theater. A bunch of PA groups from around the city. We got in at the last minute. Our group, I mean.”

“You’re in a group? You’re a performer?”

“Uh huh. Would you like to come? I could get you a couple of free tickets.”

A horn honked behind me and I realized I’d been stopped at a green light, holding up traffic. I burned rubber. “Sounds great,” I told her. “I’d love to go. Not lying, am I?”

She laughed. I loved her laugh. “Are you on your way to Children’s Cottage?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Is it a fun job?”

I started to answer when someone hollered her name in the background. A man’s voice, deep. “Gotta fly,” she said quickly. “I’ll bring your tickets tomorrow.” The connection between us died.

How did she know where I worked? And how did she get my phone number? I pressed *69 to retrieve hers, scrambling in my bag for a pen and paper, and almost wiping out a city bus in the lane next to me.