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Riley Park
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Riley Park
Diane Tullson
Copyright © 2009 Diane Tullson
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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Tullson, Diane, 1958-
Riley Park / written by Diane Tullson.
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Issued in print and electronic formats.
isbn 978-1-55469-123-4 (pbk.).­— isbn 978-1-55469-125-8 (pdf) .— isbn 978-1-55469-701-4 (epub)
I. Title. II. Series.
ps8589.u6055r54 2009 jc813'.6 c2008-908112-9
First published in the United States, 2009
Library of Congress Control Number: 2008943407
Summary: The victim of a vicious assault, seventeen-year-old Corbin struggles to get his life back and deal with the loss of his best friend.
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.
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For Cathy, with love.
Thanks to writers Shelley, Kim, Maggie, Luke, Laura, Mollie, Rebekah, Dan, Kara, Adam, Erin, Kari, Brie and Brandy, and to Andrew, always.
Chapter One
In the Safeway parking lot, I drop two flats of beer into the back of my car. I leave the hatch open and wait for Darius to arrive with the hotdog stuff. I notice a girl getting off the bus across the parking lot at the bus stop. I’d recognize her from a mile away: Rubee.
Rubee is wearing her Safeway shirt and she’s walking fast, like maybe she’s late for work. Her dark hair is loose on her shoulders.
Darius shows up and slings the grocery bags into the car, fitting them around the beer and my hockey bag.
As Rubee walks, she combs her hair back with her fingers and catches it into a thick ponytail.
Darius says, “She is so hot.”
Darius is watching her too.
I say, “Hot, yes. But Rubee is beautiful.”
Rubee is a senior like Darius and me, but she goes to a different school. I’ve never seen Rubee anywhere but here, at Safeway. We always choose Rubee’s checkout line, even if hers is twice as long as the others. Rubee is worth the wait.
Darius says, “Weird that she took the bus. Her boyfriend always drops her off.”
I’ve never seen her boyfriend, but Rubee wears a guy’s ring on her thumb. Plus, a couple of months ago, she rejected Darius when he asked her out. Go figure—he asked her if she’d like to spend the night with a wild man.
I say, “You’ve seen Rubee’s boyfriend?”
Darius nods. “He has a nice car.”
I glance at my Civic. One fender is a different color and the left taillight is covered with a red plastic bag.
I say, “Maybe it’s her brother.”
“No.” Darius turns to me. “It was her boyfriend. But she took the bus today, so that means he isn’t her boyfriend anymore.”
“Maybe he had to work or something.”
Darius says, “From the car he drives, he makes way more money than a regular job.”
“You think he sells drugs or something?” I watch as Rubee enters the Safeway. “She wouldn’t go out with a guy like that.”
Darius looks at me. “And you would know?”
“Yes. She’s too sweet.”
He says, “Sweet girls fall the hardest.”
I say, “How can you be sure they broke up?”
“Let’s just run with it,” Darius says. “You think she’s too sweet for you?”
My face grows hot. “No.”
“So go ask her out.”
“No.”
He laughs again, and I’m getting pissed off.
I say, “Not today. I’ll ask her out sometime when I’m wearing my team jacket. A hockey jacket makes a busted nose look tough.” Instead of ugly. “And I’ll wear my ring, my junior hockey championship ring.”
Darius says, “If you don’t ask her out right now, I will.”
My hands curl into fists. “Like she’d go out with you, Wildman.”
He shrugs. “Only one way to find out.” He slams down the hatch on my car and strides toward the store.
I catch up with him. “We’ve got everything we need. Let’s go.”
But he’s in the store and in Rubee’s line.
Ahead of us, an old woman in sweatpants smacks coins onto the counter. She is ranting to Rubee about an expired coupon. She doesn’t have much on the conveyor: bananas, toilet paper—the cheap stuff—and some liquid meal replacement old people drink. The cans of meal replacement have a red clearance sticker. They must be close to the best-before date. Maybe they’ve expired.
Rubee speaks quietly to the woman as she pushes several coins back to her. The woman grins, gathers the coins, grabs her bag of groceries and scuttles out of the store. The guy in front of us shovels the rest of his stuff onto the conveyor. Rubee counts the old woman’s coins into the cash drawer. She looks up and sees me. She smiles.
I look at her hand. She’s not wearing the ring.
I watch her scan the guy’s groceries. She’s wearing a black cord bracelet with a round red stone. The stone slides back and forth on her wrist as she works. But she’s not wearing the ring. She smiled at me, she’s not wearing the ring and we’re standing in her line with nothing to buy.
I grab a pack of gum and toss it in a shopping basket.
Darius laughs. “Corbin, if you’re asking her out, you’ll need more time than it takes to ring in one pack of gum.” He turns and snags a half-filled cart someone has left unattended. He pushes the cart into Rubee’s line.
I say to him, “I’m not asking her out. I’m not ready. If she says no, I’ll lose my once-in-a-lifetime chance.” I peer into the cart. “Nice. You were right out of Huggies.”
Behind us, a woman says, “Now where did I leave my cart?”
Darius says, “Once in a lifetime? You’re asking her out, not proposing.”
I pull a package out of the pile of groceries in the cart. “And animal crackers.”
The woman’s voice is louder now. “I swear, I left my cart right here.”
Rubee looks up then, sees the woman. She glances at our cart and rolls her eyes. She picks up the security phone.
Darius says, “Oops, I seem to have someone else’s cart.” And he leaves it there. Just abandons the cart in the line. He walks by me and past the guy ahead of us until he’s standing in front of Rubee. Rubee puts the phone down.
I elbow my way past the guy so that I’m beside Darius. I struggle to meet her eyes. “Uh, sorry about the, uh, cart.”
Darius just stands there. Finally he says to me, “Anything else?”
I glance at Rubee. She looks like she’s waiting for me to say something. Her eyes have little gold flecks. I feel my cheeks turn bright red. I hand her the pack of gum.
She smiles. “Just the gum? No diapers?”
I shake my head and hand her the money.
Darius sighs. He says to me, “Are you done?”
I look at my shoes.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He turns to Rubee. “Riley Park, tonight. I’m saving myself for you.”
She looks at him and crosses her arms. “Unlikely,” she says, “on both counts.”
“We’ll go swimming.”
“You might, but you’ll freeze.”
“I’m a wild man.” Darius smiles at her. “I’ll bring blankets.”
It’s not like Darius is super attractive. He’s built, but he’s not that tall. He spends a fortune on his hair. Maybe that’s why the girls go for him. Darius reaches into a pail of plastic-wrapped flower bouquets by the check stand. He selects an arrangement of red and white roses. Water from the bouquet drips on the counter. He presents the flowers to Rubee. “These are for you,” he says. “A token of my love.”
Rubee takes the flowers and smiles.
Darius says, “Riley Park. Tonight. Nothing complicated, Rubee. You’re your own woman. No one telling you what to do—you’re in control. Come to the party if you want, bring some friends, have a few laughs, or don’t. It’s totally up to you.”
The guy with the groceries tells us to piss off and get out of the line.
Darius ignores him. “Later, I hope,” Darius says to Rubee, and he blows her a kiss.
Chapter Two
The party is just getting started, and I’m half cut when Darius decides to go cliff jumping. He peels off his shirt and jeans and stands there in his boxers. Some of the girls giggle. One of the guys from my team, Jason, high-fives Darius, but I don’t see Jason or anyone else stripping down. It’s October and cold. Darius is already covered in goose bumps. He looks at me. “Come on. The water will feel warm.”
One of the girls circles Darius’s waist with her arms, folding her hoodie around him.
I shrug, drain my beer and toss the can in a heap by the fire. “So let’s do it.”
The guys cheer. Riley Park is on the banks of the Riley River. On the other side of the river, across a footbridge, are sheer cliffs and then a slope up into a forest. I’m out of my clothes and jogging over the bridge before I can convince myself that we’re nuts.
The cliffs are a rock wall. We climb to the highest outcrop. We’ve timed how lo