your father at ease, to make him feel relieved that he’d made the right decision to bring you halfway across the world to a place you no longer remembered, before your mother’s body was even cold in the earth. So I’d like to know the truth: Are you enjoying your life here at Archangel Academy?”
Michael didn’t feel a wave of fear when he looked at this girl, but now, stripped of her manners and showing her true personality, he didn’t like her. No matter how beautiful she might look on the outside, Michael found her to be ugly. “I told my father the truth,” Michael said. “I love being here. Now, if that’s all you came to ask, I think you should go.”
His words didn’t faze Brania one bit; if anything, they amused her. She leaned back on her elbows and laughed. “Oh, don’t get all excited. I know I interrupted a little tete-a-tete between the two of you, but there’s time for that later,” Brania said. “Ronan here has all the time in the world. Don’t you, Ronan?”
Ronan moved to stand next to Michael. He didn’t touch him, but just having him closer made Michael feel better. It was as if they were presenting a united front against this intruder. Ronan also didn’t answer Brania’s question, but rather stated another fact about her. “Brania has always been inappropriate, ever since we were children.”
Propelled by a memory, Brania jumped off the bed, stood in front of both boys, and clasped their hands. So much for keeping the intruder at bay. “Oh, remember Nanny Long?” Brania exclaimed. “She was quite pretty but had the most horrid teeth, even by British standards, and Daddy arranged for her to be a mail order bride of sorts. So this academic from Edinburgh comes to dinner presumably to whisk Nanny Long off to get married. But all throughout dinner and even dessert afterward, she was so dour that I finally demanded that she smile. The academic, whatever his name was, agreed with me, so finally Nanny Long did, and before tea was served, the academic was on his way back to Scotland, and Nanny Long was jilted before she ever took one step toward the altar.” Finished with her presentation, Brania sat back down. “Daddy was so angry with me! But he got over it.”
How could she be so malicious? “Whatever happened to your nanny?” Michael had to ask.
Without a hint of sadness, Brania explained, “Oh, she died the following year. So you see, the marriage would have been a waste of time.” Smiling, she turned to Ronan. “I miss those days, Ronan; we had such fun.”
Ronan wasn’t smiling. The way Michael saw it, he was amazed that he was still breathing. He really looked as if he had been holding his breath ever since Brania burst into the room. “I don’t understand, Brania,” Michael said. “How did you know where to find me? How did you even get onto campus?” He then had an absolutely horrific thought. “You don’t go to St. Anne’s, do you?”
“You’re so inquisitive,” Brania said. “I like that.” She got up and started to walk around the room, her arms clasped behind her as if she were inspecting for cleanliness. “No, I don’t attend St. Anne’s; I have private tutors.” Even though Michael had already decided Brania wasn’t the type of girl he’d want to be friends with, it was hard not to appreciate her physical attributes. Especially in her current outfit. Tight-fitting emerald green V-neck sweater, black miniskirt, and black knee-high socks. To finish off the look, she was wearing patent leather Mary Janes with three-inch heels. It was as if the classic beauty he had dinner with had a sexed-up makeover. What was happening? He actually was becoming distracted by her looks, and then to illustrate his point, he suddenly realized she was still talking.
“But my father owns this land that the academy calls home, so I can pretty much come and go as I please and, you know, get whatever information I want. So I called up Hawksbry and asked what dorm you’re staying in and Alistair told me St. Peter’s.” When she finished walking, she wound up right next to Michael. “And here I am.”
The same odd fear crept up Michael’s back. What was wrong with him? This was a girl, yes, a possibly crazy girl, but hardly dangerous. If that was true, then why was Ronan staring at her as if she were going to pull out a butcher knife from under her skirt? Michael was starting to feel caged; the room was large, but it definitely couldn’t hold the three of them much longer. Brania was thinking the same thing. “Let’s go for a walk.”
Outside, Michael breathed a bit easier. Maybe it was because the September air felt so cool and refreshing or because the moonlight created just enough light to keep the sky a deep shade of blue instead of an impenetrable black. Michael couldn’t tell; he just took a moment to look up and gaze at the stars flickering above, and even though he and Ronan were walking with Brania between them, he knew the stars were giving the two of them their blessings. To his amazement, Michael wasn’t as annoyed as he’d thought he’d be having to share the night with Brania because he knew he and Ronan would spend so many nights walking together underneath this star-filled sky. Once, of course, they got rid of this girl.
“Have you met Ronan’s mother yet, Michael?”
“No, but, um, I hope to,” Michael said cautiously. “Soon.”
“Well, prepare yourself,” Brania replied. “She’s a mother who’s not necessarily … motherly.”
Yes, Michael was surprised by Brania’s rude comment, but he was even more surprised by Ronan’s silence; he didn’t say anything in his mother’s defense. “And just pray that Ronan doesn’t take after his mother,” Brania continued. “Edwige has a history of running through men, you know.”
This time, Ronan did defend his mother. “Brania’s still angry because my mother dumped her father after we all lived together for a year.”
“You lived together?” Michael asked.
Brania looked thoroughly annoyed. “Didn’t you hear me speak of Nanny Long? She was nanny to both Ronan and me.” She fiddled with the neckline of her sweater, running a finger underneath the material, down toward the cleft between her breasts. “Didn’t they teach you in Nebraska that it’s rude not to pay attention?”
Michael ignored Brania’s criticism and her cleavage. He couldn’t get over the fact that Ronan and Brania were more than just childhood friends, they were practically siblings. First Ronan is half brothers with Ciaran; now he’s almost half siblings with Brania. She was right; the world is such a tiny place.
“If she had only been honest with my father when you two moved in, and told him that she had no intention of claiming another husband,” Brania said, “his heart wouldn’t have been broken.” Somewhere in the distance an owl hooted, three times, breaking the awkward silence that followed Brania’s statement. Unfortunately, the owl remained silent following Brania’s next statement. “So I must be frank, Ronan. I don’t approve of you trying to lure Michael to your side of the sexual fence. I’m quite certain our friend here is undecided when it comes to choosing what gender he’d like to cuddle up with, and seeing that you, like your mother, have enough boys to play with, I think you should leave him for me.”
Both Ronan and Michael stopped walking at the same time. Brania continued on for a few more steps until she realized she was walking alone and then turned to face the would-be paramours. “Did I say something untoward?”
When Michael spoke, he wasn’t just responding to Brania’s outrageous comment, he was responding to his father, his grandpa, his mother, his classmates back at Two W, everyone who questioned who he was and whoever made him feel that who he was wasn’t adequate or normal and that he needed to be something that was more palatable for them. Perhaps it was because he knew that Ronan was by his side, figuratively and literally, that gave him the strength to speak his mind; perhaps it was because, ever since coming here to Double A, he had found a self-respect that he had long ago forgotten existed. It didn’t matter; the only thing that mattered was that he found the courage to give his words life.
“I am not being lured anywhere, Brania, and for you to insinuate that I am means that you haven’t been paying attention to me. I’m gay. You may not like that, but frankly I don’t care. And this may hurt your feelings, but given the choice of spending time with Ronan or with you, I choose Ronan.” Michael took a quick breath and continued. “As far as you implying that Ronan is going to use me until somebody better shows up, well, that’s just your own jealousy talking and not the truth. In fact, as of tonight I’m Ronan’s boyfriend.”
Once he heard that last sentence come out of his mouth, he prayed that he hadn’t made a fool of himself.
Ronan looked at Michael at first with shock and then with pride. “Yes, he is.”
This is all working out perfectly, Brania thought. These two fools don’t suspect a thing. Just keep playing the game, honey; remember you’re supposed to be dejected. “Well … I guess this shows me,” Brania said, feigning gloom and then spite. “Let me ask you. Does your father know all about this aspect of your life?”
How interesting, Michael thought. Even the mention of my father doesn’t make me reconsider what I just said. “No, Brania, he doesn’t. I may not have the guts to tell my father just yet—I hardly know the man—but I will.
