Losing It Part 23

He looked up, smiling, and handed me a ma.s.sive bacon, egg, and cheese burrito.

"How are you feeling?"

I frowned. "Like I got hit by a bus. A really heavy one, full of sumo wrestlers."

I hopped up on the counter, and regretted it for another ten seconds as my head spun. He took a seat on the barstool below me.

The burrito was perfect. Thick, fluffy tortilla, hot eggs, delicious salsa.

"I am in love with this burrito. I would marry it if I didn't want to eat it so badly."

"The tragedy of true love," Cade whispered.

I sort of smiled and he sort of smiled, and for the first time in years, I felt awkward with Cade. I looked away and focused on the people littered around my living room.

"How was everything after I went to bed?"

"More of the same. If he wasn't already, Jeremy's most definitely head over heels for Kelsey. Victoria left half a pack of cigarette b.u.t.ts on the ground outside. And Rusty was atrociously sick in your bathroom."

I wrinkled my nose.

"Don't worry. It's all cleaned up. I knew you'd have a heart attack if you woke up to that."

I swallowed and a weight settled deep in my stomach.

"You're too good to me, Cade."

He just shrugged. He'd always been too good to me.

"Listen," I started. "About last night..."

He scratched at the back of his head, and his mouth pulled up in a half-hearted smile.

"Yeah, I guess we should talk about that, huh?"

His hands settled onto the counter beside me, like he needed to brace himself for what was coming. I cleared my throat, but it didn't make it any easier to talk. "So... you?"

His hands tightened until his knuckles turned white. Then, all at once, he let go and answered, "Yeah, I do. I have... for a while."

I looked up, but his face was unreadable.

"Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"Because... I was scared. You're my best friend. And you almost never date... I just didn't think you'd be interested."

Was I interested? I could feel nonsensical tears pressing at the corner of my eyes, and I blinked them away. Cade was a great guy. And I loved spending time with him. And the kiss had definitely been good. It made sense to like him. I wanted to like him, but... Garrick was the but. Could I stop thinking about Garrick? Stop wanting him?

I heard Cade sigh. "You're not interested, are you?"

G.o.d, did his eyes have to be so expressive? I could read every disappointment, every insecurity in them. I loved him; that much was for sure. And I think I could one day be in love with him, but I had to get rid of my feelings for Garrick first. If this had happened last semester, would I even be torn?

"Honestly, Cade? I don't know. Is maybe a terrible answer?"

He thought about it for the moment, and I couldn't take the silence.

"It's not that I don't like you. I think you're pretty perfect actually. I just... you're my best friend, too, and I'm not sure. I need to be sure."

"I want you to be sure, too." He took a deep breath and smiled. It was a good smile, but not as bright as I was used to from him. "I can live with maybe."

When I arrived at the theatre Monday morning, the callback list had already been posted.

Cast (and Callback) lists are a monster in and of themselves. It's just a simple piece of paper on the wall, but surround it with people who already know your fate and it becomes like walking to the gallows. Eyes turned toward me. I struggled to gauge their reactions. Were they looking at me with pity? Were they just concealing their excitement? Two feet apart, and I existed in an entirely different world than them, than those people who'd already read that slip of paper. And when I would join them, the pressure wouldn't stop. At the list, you couldn't show emotion. You couldn't cry over a part that wasn't yours or b.i.t.c.h over whose part it became. You couldn't scream out of excitement or out of rage. You just had to read it, and not emote at all. Which might not seem that difficult, except that we are actors. Emoting is what we do.

Cade met me a few feet away.

"Have you already looked?"

He shook his head. "No, I was waiting for you."

Things were a still awkward from when we'd talked the day before. We hadn't quite figured out what that all-important maybe meant for us. But at that moment, it didn't matter. We were two actors, about to face rejection or another battle. We were full to the brim of anxiety, even if we tried not to show it, and there wasn't any room for the other mult.i.tude of emotions we had going on between us at that moment.

He took my hand, and I didn't let myself worry about what that could mean. I needed the comfort. I needed him to balance me. And I was fairly certain he needed the same.

We took the last few steps toward the list quickly, and the crowd there adjusted to let us through.

Hippolytus was first on the list; he was the step-son.

There were seven boys called back, Cade and Jeremy among them.

I looked up at him, and he was completely stoic. Not a thing showed on his face. Not excitement, not nerves. Seven meant the director wasn't sure. It meant he hadn't seen what he wanted yet. It meant that the part was anyone's game, whoever stepped it up the most during callbacks.

I squeezed Cade's hand, and immediately he squeezed back.

I know that people talk about their hearts racing all the time, and that it doesn't even seem like that big of a deal. But as I looked back at the list, my heart was racing like my whole life rested on that finish line. Sounds were fuzzy in my ears, and my vision had narrowed, and I felt like I was on the verge, on the edge of something terrifying and glorious that could mean flying or falling-success or disaster.

My eyes found the bolded PHAEDRA right below that.

And then I saw my name, nothing but my name, like it was the light at the end of the tunnel. It was better than crossing any finish line. It was like taking that first breath of air when I'd felt certain I was drowning, certain I was dying. I stifled the relief and the joy, because people were watching, and because this was only a callback list. It only meant they hadn't ruled me out yet.

Cade's other hand joined our already linked ones, covering mine completely.

My eyes kept scanning down.

THESEUS

That couldn't be right. Theseus was a character. My eyes went back up, searching for what I'd missed. There were the seven names under Hippolytus. And there, under Phaedra, there was only mine.