What right did you have to cry? I want to ask her. Why are you here?
Alexis’s voice cuts through the conversations from across the room. “He loved her so much.”
Is she speaking louder than everyone else, or do I pick her voice from the crowd because of its familiarity?
“They were the longest running couple of our class, right? Yeah.” Alexis nods.
So that’s going to be the story.
I don’t know if Sylvie told Alexis that Finn was breaking up with her last night. Part of the reason I’d been pushing him to do something about it was because whenever Alexis and I hooked up, she asked questions that made me wonder if she knew something was up with Finn and Autumn.
But it doesn’t matter now. Alexis is going with the happy couple story, and that’s what will be repeated. By the time Sylvie is out and about again, that will already be gospel.
“No, he would never,” Alexis is saying.
I take another sip and discover the beer I don’t remember drinking is empty. I get up and walk past Alexis and the group she’s talking to as I head to the recycling bin.
“I mean, I used to be friends with Autumn Davis. Whether she would flirt with him? That’s a different story.”
I suppose I could defend Autumn, but how? By interjecting that Finn had always loved a girl who was not his girlfriend?
Alexis’s stance is starting to make sense to me.
Finn probably did one shitty thing his entire life, and it was cheating on Sylvie the day before he died. What could be gained by anyone knowing that Finn and Sylvie were breaking up that night? It’s probably easier for Sylvie this way.
As I head back to my lonely corner with a new beer, I hear Alexis saying, “Ask anyone. Finn lived for taking care of Sylvie. That’s probably why—”
I try to block her out as I settle back into the beanbag chair. The same knot of people hovers nearby. They aren’t talking about Finn anymore. They’re sharing stories about other people they know who have died, as if their grandparents’ deaths mean anything compared to Finn dying.
In a flash, I figure out who she is, the girl who is no longer crying.
Last week of school, Finn and I were talking in class before the start bell. I asked him to loan me a pencil. When he gave it to me, he told me that he needed it back because it was “Maddie’s pencil.”
I’m not sure what my face did, but he hurried to explain.
“We’ve sat next to each other in trig all year, and most days, she’s lost her pencil by last period. And you know how Ms. Fink is about not being prepared for class. I tried carrying an extra pencil for her, but sometimes I’d loan it out and forget to ask for it back.”
Again, my face must have reacted because he rushed to finish.
“I told her to buy a box of pencils and give one to me, and that would be her pencil in my bookbag that I would never loan to anyone else. She’d lost all those other pencils, but I still have this one, and there’s a fifty-fifty chance that she’ll need it today. If it was anyone but you, I would have lied and said I didn’t have another pencil.”
“Because this is Maddie’s pencil?” I said.
“Exactly,” Finn said.
If it had been anyone else, I would have asked how hot this Maddie person was, because, you know, why else would it have been his problem that she didn’t have a pencil at the end of the day? But this was Finn, so of course he went out of his way to help someone simply because they sat next to each other in class.
Her comment about saving “that pencil” makes sense in another way, because of course he made sure she left with it at the end of the school year. It was her pencil.
Maddie, Jacoby, and Melissa aren’t talking about death anymore. I could interrupt and tell them that Finn did loan out Maddie’s terrific trig pencil to me once. So clearly, if she has the right to cry, then I should have the right to scream. Scream like Autumn had.
Or I could get up and tell Alexis, tell everyone, that Finn didn’t live to take care of Sylvie, he lived as himself, and he was someone who took care of the people around him.
But it isn’t Maddie’s fault that I can’t cry like her or scream like Autumn or even tell all my Finn stories like Alexis, who is busy making sure no one hears about the one shitty thing that Finn ever did.
“Autumn always had a thing for him, but she was like a sister to Finn,” Alexis says.
I would laugh, but I can’t. All I can do is sit here, sip my beer, and listen to people who barely knew Finn talk about him as if they were friends.