The Wave. Part 7

David shrugged. "It's more than that. That kid Brian was fighting, he's this junior named Deutsch who's been after Brian's position all year. This thing's been brewing for weeks. I just hope he got what he deserved."

"But Brian was shouting The Wave motto," Laurie said.

"Well, sure. He's really into it. We all are."

"Even the kid he was fighting?"

David shook his head. "Naw, Deutsch is a jerk, Laurie. If he was in The Wave he wouldn't be trying to steal Brian's position. That guy's a real detriment to the team. I wish Schiller would throw him off."

"Because he isn't in The Wave?" Laurie asked.

"Yeah," David replied. "If he really wanted the best for the team he'd join The Wave instead of giving Brian such a hard time. He's a one-man team, Laurie. He's just on a big ego trip and he's not helping anyone." David looked down the hall at a clock. "Come on, we've got to get to that rally. It's gonna start in a second."

Suddenly Laurie made a decision. "I'm not going," she said.

"What?" David looked shocked. "Why not?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Laurie, this is an incredibly important rally," David said. "All the new members of The Wave are going to be there."

"David, I think you and everyone else are taking this whole Wave thing a little bit too seriously."

David shook his head. "No, I'm not. You're not taking this seriously enough. Look, Laurie, you've always been a leader. The other kids, they've always looked up to you. You've got to be at that rally."

"But that's exactly why I'm not going," Laurie tried to explain. "Let them make up their own minds about The Wave. They're individuals. They don't need me to help them."

"I don't understand you," David said.

"David, I can't believe how crazy everybody's gotten. The Wave is taking over everything."

"Sure," David said. "Because The Wave makes sense, Laurie. It works. Everybody's on the same team. Everybody's equal for once."

"Oh, that's terrific," Laurie said sarcastically. "Do we all score a touchdown?"

David stepped back and studied his girlfriend. He hadn't expected anything like this. Not from Laurie.

"Don't you see," Laurie said, mistaking his hesitation for a glimmer of doubt. "You're so idealistic, David. You're so intent on creating some kind of Utopian Wave society full of equal people and great football teams that you don't see it at all. It can't happen, David. There will always be a few people who won't want to join. They have a right not to join."

David squinted at his girlfriend. "You know," he said, "you're just against this thing because you're not special anymore. Because you're not the best and most popular student in the cla.s.s now."

"That's not true and you know it!" Laurie gasped.

"I think it is true!" David insisted. "Now you know how the rest of us felt listening to you always giving the right answers. Always being the best. How does it feel not to be the best anymore?"

"David, you're being stupid!" Laurie yelled at him.

David nodded. "All right, if I'm so stupid, why don't you go find yourself a smart boyfriend." He turned and walked away toward the gym.

Laurie stood behind and watched him. It's crazy, she thought. Everything is going out of control.

From what Laurie could hear, The Wave rally was a giant success. She was spending the period in the publications office down the hall. It was the only place she could think of going where she would be safe from the questioning looks of kids wondering why she wasn't at the rally. Laurie did not want to admit that she was hiding, but it was true. That was how crazy this whole thing had become. You had to hide if you weren't part of it.

Laurie took out a pen and chewed on it nervously. She had to do something. The Grapevine had to do something.

A few minutes later the turning of the doork.n.o.b shook her from her thoughts. Laurie caught her breath. Had someone come to get her?

The door opened and Alex bopped in to the beat of the music coming through his earphones.

Laurie sank back in her chair and let out a big sigh.

When Alex saw Laurie he smiled and pulled the earphones off his head. "Hey, how come you're not in with the troops?"

Laurie shook her head. "Alex, it's not that bad."

But Alex just grinned. "Oh yeah? Pretty soon they're gonna have to change the name of this school to Fort Gordon High."

"I'm not amused, Alex," Laurie said.

Alex scrunched up his shoulders and made a face. "Laurie, you must learn that nothing is above ridicule."

"Well, if you think they're troopers, aren't you frightened of being drafted too?" Laurie asked.

Alex grinned. "Who, me?" Then he swiped through the air with several fierce-looking karate chops. "Anyone ha.s.sles me and I'll kung fu them into chopped suey."

The door of the publications office opened again and now Carl slipped in. Seeing Laurie and Alex there, he smiled. "Looks like I've stumbled into Anne Frank's attic," he said.

"The last of the rugged individual," Alex said.

Carl nodded. "I believe it. I just came from the rally."

"They let you out?" Alex asked.

"I had to go to the bathroom," Carl answered.

"Hey, man," Alex said. "You got the wrong place."

Carl grinned. "This is where I went after the bathroom. Anyplace but that rally."

"Join the club," Laurie said.

"Maybe we should give ourselves a name," Alex said. "If they're The Wave, we could be The Ripple."

"What do you think?" Carl asked.

"About calling ourselves The Ripple?" Laurie said.

"No, about The Wave."

"I think it's time we put out that issue of The Grapevine," Laurie said.

"Excuse me for injecting my own not always serious opinion," Alex said, "but I think we ought to put it out fast before the rest of the staff gets carried away by The Mighty Wave."

"Pa.s.s the word around to the other staff members," Laurie said. "On Sunday at two o'clock we'll have an emergency meeting at my house. And try to make sure only non-Wave members are there."

That night Laurie stayed alone in her room. All afternoon she'd been too preoccupied with The Wave to allow herself to feel anything about David. Besides, they'd had fights before. But earlier in the week David had made a date to take her out that night, and here it was ten-thirty. It was obvious he wasn't coming, but Laurie couldn't quite believe it. They'd been going together since soph.o.m.ore year and suddenly something as trivial as The Wave had broken them up-only The Wave wasn't trivial. Not anymore.

Several times during the evening Mrs. Saunders had come up to her room to ask if she wanted to talk about it, but Laurie said she didn't. Her mother was such a worry-wart, and the problem was that this time there really was something worth worrying about. Laurie had been sitting at her desk trying to write something about The Wave for The Grapevine, but so far the page of paper before her was empty, except for a few water marks where a tear or two had fallen.

There were knocks on her door, and Laurie quickly wiped her eyes with the palm of her hands. It was no use; if her mother came in she'd see that she was crying. "I don't want to talk, Mom," she said.

But the door had started to open anyway. "It's not your mom, babe."

"Dad?" Laurie was surprised to see her father. It wasn't that she didn't feel close to him, but unlike her mother, he usually didn't get involved in her problems. Unless they somehow concerned golf.

"Can I come in?" her father asked.

"Well, Dad"-Laurie smiled slightly-"considering the fact that you're already in ..."

Mr. Saunders nodded. "I'm sorry to barge in, babe, but your mother and I are both worried."

"She told you David broke up with me?" Laurie asked.

"Uh, yes, she did," Mr. Saunders said. "And I'm sorry about that, babe, I really am. I thought he was a nice boy."

"He was," Laurie said. Until The Wave, she thought.

"But, uh, I'm concerned about something else, Laurie. About something I heard on the golf course this evening." Mr. Saunders always left work early on Fridays to play nine holes of golf in a twilight league before the sun went down.

"What, Dad?"

"Today after school a boy was beaten up," her father said. "Now I got this story secondhand, so I don't know if it's all accurate. But apparently there was some kind of rally at school today, and he had resisted joining this Wave game or said something critical about it."

Laurie was speechless.

"The boy's parents are neighbors of one of the men I play golf with. They just moved in this year. So the boy must have been new at school."

"It sounds like he would have been a perfect candidate for joining The Wave," Laurie said.

"Maybe," said Mr. Saunders. "But Laurie, the boy is Jewish. Could that have had anything to do with it?"

Laurie's jaw dropped. "You don't think ... Dad, you can't believe there's anything like that going on. I mean, I don't like The Wave, but it's not like that, Dad, I swear it isn't."

"Are you sure?" Mr. Saunders asked.

"Well, I, uh, I know everyone who was originally in The Wave. I was there when it began. The whole idea was to show how something like n.a.z.i Germany could have happened. It wasn't for us to become little n.a.z.is. It's ... it's-"

"It sounds like it's gotten out of hand, Laurie," her father said. "Has it?"

Laurie just nodded. She was too shocked to be able to say anything.

"Some of the men were talking about going to the school on Monday to talk to the princ.i.p.al," Mr. Saunders said, "just, you know, to be on the safe side."

Laurie nodded. "We're going to put out a special issue of The Grapevine. We're going to expose this whole thing."

Her father was quiet for a few moments. "That sounds like a good idea, babe. But be careful, okay?"

"I will, Dad," Laurie said. "I promise."

CHAPTER 13.

For the last three years during football season, sitting with Amy at Sat.u.r.day afternoon games had become a habit for Laurie. David, of course, was on the team, and while Amy didn't have a steady boyfriend, the guys she dated were almost always football players. By Sat.u.r.day afternoon, Laurie couldn't wait to see Amy; she had to tell her what she'd learned. It had surprised Laurie that Amy had gone along with The Wave so far, but now Laurie was certain that as soon as Amy learned about the boy who was beaten up, she would quickly come to her senses. Besides, Laurie sorely needed to talk to her about David. She still couldn't understand how something as dumb as The Wave could have made David break up with her. Maybe Amy knew something she didn't know. Perhaps she could even talk to David for her.

Laurie got to the game just as it was starting. It was by far the best turnout of the year, and it took Laurie a moment to spot Amy's head of curly blond hair in the crowded bleachers. She was way up, almost at the top row. Laurie hurried to an aisle and was about to start up when someone yelled, "Stop!"

Laurie stopped and saw Brad coming toward her. "Oh, hi, Laurie, I didn't recognize you from behind," he said. Then he did The Wave salute.

Laurie just stood there without moving.

Brad frowned. "Come on, Laurie, just give me the salute and you can go up."

"What are you talking about, Brad?"

"You know, The Wave salute."

"You mean I can't go up into the stands unless I give The Wave salute?" Laurie asked.

Brad looked around sheepishly. "Well, that's what they decided, Laurie."

"Who are they?" Laurie asked.

"The Wave, Laurie, you know."

"Brad, I thought you were The Wave. You're in Mr. Ross's cla.s.s," Laurie said.

Brad shrugged. "I know. Look, what's the big deal. Just give me the salute and you can go up."

Laurie looked up at the crowded stands. "You mean everyone in the stands gave you the salute?"

"Well, yeah. In this part of the stands."