Double Love, chapter 12

“You're not serious. You absolutely cannot be going with Winston Egbert!" screeched Jessica as she stood in the middle of Elizabeth's room. "I can't believe my own sister dating that clown!"

It was the evening before the dance, but Jessica had been so preoccupied with her own plans for the big night that she hadn't heard about Elizabeth and Winston until an hour earlier at dinner.

"I don't understand why you're so upset about it, Jess," Elizabeth said as she sat on her bed, her history book in her lap. "Win's a nice guy. He's really funny. And even if he's not handsome, he doesn't have three heads, for heaven's sake!"

"But he's not romantic, Lizzie," Jessica pointed out.

"That suits me just fine. I can relax and have a good time without worrying about groping hands and fighting someone off at the front door." Elizabeth sighed, knowing Todd would never be so crude. A goodnight kiss from him would be nothing short of heaven.

Jessica heard the sigh and saw the faraway look on her sister's face.

"Lizzie," she began in what she hoped was a casual tone, "are you going with Winston because you really want to, or because nobody else asked you?"

Elizabeth hesitated to tell her sister about Bruce Patman's invitation. She doubted that Jessica would see it her way. At the time it had made her furious, but now it seemed kind of funny. The look on his face had been priceless. Nobody, but nobody, turned Bruce Patman down for a date.

"Actually, Jess, someone else did ask me first. Bruce Patman."

"Bruce Patman!" Jessica squealed. "Liz Wakefield, how dare you sit there calmly and tell me Bruce asked you out as if it weren't important! You're incredible! No-you must be dead! No girl alive would turn Bruce down. He's handsome, Liz. He is sooooo rich. And he drives that awesome Porsche!" Jessica stood there, hands on hips, glaring down at her sister. Jessica would never say no to Bruce. She thought for a minute of how it would be to arrive at a dance with him. Once in a while it seemed to Jessica that Bruce was on the verge of asking her out, but it hadn't happened, yet.

"Are you saying you wish you were going to the dance with Bruce instead of Todd?" Elizabeth challenged.

"Of course not. Why in the world would you think that? Todd is terribly good-looking, and he's so sweet. I just wish he didn't drive that gross excuse for a car. Bruce's Porsche is so-so ... I mean, it's a Porsche."

"Let's get off the subject of Bruce Patman, please." Elizabeth got up off the bed and walked over to her table, where she picked up some notes. "Right now I've got to study for tomorrow's history quiz."

"Yeah, OK, I'm going." Jessica hesitated at the door. "Just one thing, Liz."

Elizabeth looked up from the notes.

"Are you sure it's all right? You know, about Todd and me and the dance?" There was genuine concern in Jessica's blue-green eyes.

"Jess, I don't know what you're-"

"Please tell me the truth. Sometimes you get a funny faraway look when Todd's name is mentioned. I wondered if you sort of liked him. If it makes you unhappy, I won't go out with him, I swear! I'll stay home tomorrow." By this time, Jessica was on the other side of the table, clutching Elizabeth's hands. She really seemed concerned.

A flood of love for her sister washed over Elizabeth. She knew how important the dance was for Jessica. She couldn't, she wouldn't spoil it for her.

"Who's being an airhead now, Jess? We're both going to that dance, and we'll have a sensational time! The Wakefield sisters are going to be so terrific!"

"How terrific are we going to be, Liz?" asked Jessica, happy once again.

"Get out of here, you idiot," said Elizabeth, grabbing a small pillow and aiming it at Jessica.

As soon as Jessica left the room, the smile left Elizabeth's face. Will it really be such a terrific night? she asked herself, tears filling her eyes.

"Thanks, Jess. Thanks a bunch," Elizabeth called from the bathroom that adjoined the twins' rooms. She was wrapped in a towel.

"You're welcome, but for what?" Jessica shouted over the whir of the hair dryer.

"For leaving me the steamiest bathroom in the entire state and exactly thirty seconds of hot water!" Elizabeth hollered back.

"Oops," Jessica said, poking her head into the room. "I'm sorry. Would you believe I got carried away?"

"It wouldn't be the first time."

"What do you think?" Jessica gave her golden mane a toss. "I mean, be totally honest. Is my hair OK?"

"Ummm, let me look." She circled Jessica. Every hair was exactly where it should be-perfect.

"Sad, Jess. It's really sad."

"What?" screeched Jessica. "What are you saying?"

"I just thought, you know-poor Vidal Sassoon on the unemployment line because you're better than he is."

Elizabeth fell on the bed laughing. "Gotcha, Jess!" she shouted triumphantly.

"Hi, Mrs. Wakefield. I'm Todd Wilkins. I'm here to pick up Li-Jessica, I mean, for the dance."

"Come in, Todd. It's nice to meet you. Jess will be down in a minute." She ushered him into the large, airy living room.

The doorbell rang again.

"Excuse me, Todd, this seems to be a busy night."

Alice Wakefield brought Winston Egbert into the room. "You two know each other, I assume?"

"Sure. Hi, Winston."

"Hey, Todd! How about the two of us, huh? Escorting the beautiful Wakefield sisters. Wow!"

Todd and Winston stood in the living room waiting for Elizabeth and Jessica. Gone were the school uniforms of jeans and T-shirts. Both wore neatly pressed cords, shirts and ties, and sport coats.

Elizabeth was the first to come down the stairs, and both Todd and Winston watched her descend. The white strapless dress was perfect with her tanned skin and blond hair. She kept the bright smile on her face even when she saw Todd. Why couldn't she and Winston have been gone before Todd arrived? she asked herself.

Winston nervously looked toward the stairs as if he were expecting someone else. Then he nearly threw himself at Elizabeth's feet. Spreading his arms wide and looking upward, he declared, "I've died. I've died and gone to heaven!" Getting up, he made a grand bow. "Princess Elizabeth, you are totally-totally-that's what you are, Liz Wakefield-totally!"

Elizabeth found herself laughing so hard she was nearly in tears. "Win Egbert, you are totally crazy! And if you make me cry and ruin my eye makeup, I'll kill you! So help me, I'll kill you!"

Alice Wakefield was smiling that particular smile every mother does when her child is happy.

Todd Wilkins, however, was not smiling. His expression was a strange mixture of anger and sadness.

Jessica, out of sight but not out of earshot in the upstairs hall, was also not smiling. How dare that idiot Win Egbert spoil my entrance? she asked herself. He was acting like an airhead, and she would never speak to him again.

"My lady, our coach awaits!" Winston said as he opened the door with a flourish.

Elizabeth laughed. "I knew it. You're taking me to the dance in a pumpkin!"

Winston was still chuckling as he followed her outside. "Close," he said. "It's orange, and it doesn't go very fast."

They both dissolved into giggles as he led her over to the orange VW bug parked in the driveway.

Alice Wakefield was still laughing when the door closed. "Those two are really too much, aren't they, Todd?"

"Yeah, too much," he answered somewhat sourly.

Just then Jessica made her entrance. She looked nothing less than sensational. The blue dress with its delicate straps and full skirt showed off her slim body and gorgeous legs.

"Hello, Todd," she said softly, her mouth curved in a lovely smile.

"Hi, Jess," he answered. "You look nice-really very pretty."

Nice! she screamed silently. Three hours of working on my nails, my hair, my makeup and I look "very pretty"? Whatever happened to gorgeous?

"Thanks, Todd." Maybe he's not good with words, she thought. But she knew from the other day that he was good with kissing-and there certainly would be more kisses that evening!

The Droids were playing loudly, and the lights were bright as Jessica and Todd arrived at the dance.

"Oh, Todd, isn't it wonderful?" She wrapped her arm around his. "Look at the hearts!" she cried, pointing out the red and silver 3-D foil hearts with PBA on one side and PE on the other. "It's so romantic. A sweetheart dance!" She sighed.

"Yeah, it's nice, Jess," he answered, his eyes scanning the room.

Jessica wasn't sure how many more nices she could take. Something was going wrong with her evening, and it had better stop right now!

"Todd, look! There's Cara Walker. Let's go talk to her. And there's Lila Fowler. And poor Bruce Patman came stag tonight."

"Poor Bruce Patman?"

"Oh, I didn't mean poor," she bubbled. "It's just that he's one of the many guys who invited Liz to the dance tonight. My sister is soooo popular, Todd."

"So I've heard, Jess, so I've heard." His voice tightened. "We're here to dance, right? Let's dance!"

The Droids were playing a hard, driving number as Todd pulled Jessica onto the dance floor. They were both great dancers, and they looked so terrific together that the other couples moved out of their way. Jessica danced around Todd, her dress flaring out as she twirled. Her beautiful tanned legs caught every boy's eyes. Then she and Todd really started getting into the music, in a very sexy way. As the number came to an end, the crowd erupted with applause, whistles, and cries for more. Jessica threw her arms around Todd and hugged him. She never noticed Todd staring across the room at a set of identical blue-green eyes.

"Hey, Liz, remember me? Your wonderful date-type person?" Winston said.

"Oh, Win!"

"Yeah, good old forgettable Win. How about a dance, Liz? Nobody's going to desert the floor when I do my thing, but I promise not to break all your toes."

"Let's go, Win," Elizabeth said, knowing she couldn't spend the whole evening watching Jessica and Todd.

"We seem to be here with the wrong people, Liz," he said as they moved somewhat awkwardly around the floor. Contrary to Winston's promise, Elizabeth had to be very careful about her toes.

"Huh?"

"Well," he explained, "you're watching Todd, and he's practically got his eyes glued on you."

"Really, Win? You really think he's watching me?"

"Really, really, really, Liz. The only thing wrong is that your gorgeous sister is watching him, too. I wish she were watching me."

"Oh, Win. You're still loyal to Jessica, huh?"

"You'd better believe it," he said in a serious tone Elizabeth had never heard him use before. Then suddenly he made a hideous face that cracked her up. He was back to being the clown again.

"You want to know the sort of girl people fix me up with?" he asked. "It goes like this: 'Win, have I got a girl for you! What a personality!' That always means two hundred and fifty pounds and two-foot-five! I have to put her hamburger on the floor so she can reach it."

"But, Win," Elizabeth said, laughing, "looks aren't everything."

"Yeah, I know. I'm no prize package, either, right?" He grinned affably. "Hey, Enid and Ronnie are waving at us. Let's go over and say hello, OK?"

As they made their way around the dancers, Elizabeth commented, "I don't think Ronnie has left her side all evening. He's certainly protective."

"Yeah. I think he was a Doberman in a former life," Winston cracked.

A set of brown eyes followed Elizabeth's every move, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Jessica, who was rapidly reaching the boiling point. Her evening was going right down the tubes, and it was all Todd's fault. She had done everything-and with Jessica, that was plenty-to keep his eyes on her. Except for that one sensational dance, he had hardly looked at her.

No guy-not even Todd Wilkins-could take Jessica Wakefield to a dance and treat her like a piece of furniture. He wasn't going to get away with it, she vowed.

Later that night Elizabeth sat on her bed and sighed with relief that the long evening was finally over. A bunch of the kids had gone out for pizza after the dance, but she had persuaded Winston to bring her home. She knew she couldn't bear seeing Todd and Jessica together one minute longer. What were they doing now? she wondered. Were they kissing? Were they...? Stop torturing yourself!

At that very moment, Todd was saying good night to Jessica at the front door.

Nervously he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Jessica," he finally mumbled, "thanks. Thanks a lot. It's been a-a really great evening."

Not yet it hasn't, Jessica thought. But it could still end up great.

She placed her hands lightly on his shoulders and swayed close to him. “Oh, Todd," she breathed, closing her eyes and raising her face for a kiss.

But the kiss, when it came, was nothing like what she'd expected. Jessica's heart went into a tailspin. A kiss on the cheek! Like he was her brother, for cripe's sake! She'd never been so humiliated in her entire life!

"Yeah, really great, Jess. See you at school."

And he was gone.

"You creep!" Jessica said aloud as she stood there by herself. "Todd Wilkins, I swear I'll get even with you if it's the last thing I ever do!"

Elizabeth reached out to turn off her light but stopped when she heard the front door close. Jessica was home. I suppose I'll have to listen to every dreamy detail.

Jessica stuck her head into the room. "Can we talk for a minute, Liz?"

"Sure, Jess. Tell me all about it. I'll bet you had one fabulous time tonight!"

"Fabulous?"

"Well, of course. An evening with Todd. Good-looking, good dancer, super-nice guy. What more could you want?"

Jessica suddenly knew how she was going to get even with Todd. That "nice guy" image was about to be destroyed.

"Oh, Liz, it was so awful!" Jessica's eyes filled with tears.

"Awful? What are you talking about, Jess?"

"I thought he liked me, Lizzie," she said between sobs. "I thought he respected me and everything!"

"Jessie, what happened?"

"Oh, Liz, I can't. I can't tell you!" Jessica collapsed, covering her face with her hands. "I'm-I'm too ashamed."

Elizabeth put her arm around Jessica's shoulder. "It's all right, Jess. You can tell me anything, you know that."

"Maybe I should tell you." Jessica sniffled. "You really should be warned about him. You might go out with him sometime, and I'd just never forgive myself if I didn't tell you what the real Todd Wilkins is like."

"What did he do?"

"That rat tried just about everything. The horrible thing was that I could hardly make him stop. I had to beg him and beg him to please stop!"

"Oh, no." Elizabeth moaned, squeezing Jessica's shoulder in sympathy. "I can't believe it."

"I know. I couldn't believe it either. I even remember saying to him as I was fighting him off that I couldn't believe it."

"And what did he do then?" Elizabeth asked, flushed with anger.

"I don't remember. But, oh, Liz, it was awful. He just wouldn't stop. His hands! Oh, God, they were everywhere. And-"

"Don't tell me any more. I've heard enough."

Jessica wiped away the tears with the back of her hand. "Lizzie, you're not mad at me for telling you, are you?" she asked. "I just didn't want you ever to be in that kind of situation. I wanted to protect you, Lizzie."

"Of course I'm not mad, Jess. Not at you, anyway," Elizabeth exploded. "How dare Todd Wilkins treat you that way? How dare he! I'll kill him-absolutely kill him!" she raged.

No need, Liz, Jessica said to herself. I just took care of that myself.