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CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Nicky

It had been obvious to Nicky that this was a bad idea from the moment they had pulled into the car park. Every other kid at that place—apart from maybe one or two at the most—was a boy. Every single one was at least two years older than Tanze. Most looked like they were not unfamiliar with the Aspergers scale. They wore wool blazers, bad haircuts, braces, the well-worn shirts of the properly middle class. Their parents drove Volvos. Tanzie, in her pink trousers and denim jacket with the felt flowers that Jess had sewn on, was as out of place as if she had been dropped there from outer space.

Nicky knew Tanzie was uncomfortable, even before Norman had broken her glasses. She had grown quieter and quieter in the car, locked in her own little world of nerves and car sickness. He had tried to nudge her out of it—this was actually an act of epic selflessness, as she smelled pretty bad—but by the time they had hit Aberdeen, she had retreated so far inside herself that she was unreachable. Jess was so focused on getting there that she couldnt see it. She was all tied up with Mr. Nicholls, the glasses, and the sick bags. She hadnt considered for a minute that kids from private schools could be just as mean as kids from McArthurs.

Jess had been at the desk registering Tanzie and collecting her name tag and paperwork. Nicky had been checking out Mr. Nichollss phone and had stood off to the side with Norman to keep him out of everyones way, so he hadnt really paid any attention to the two boys who had gone to stand next to Tanzie as she peered up at the desk plan at the entrance to the hall. He couldnt hear them because he had his earbuds in, and he was listening to Depeche Mode without really noticing anything at all. Until he caught sight of Tanzies crestfallen face. And he pulled an earbud from one ear.

The boy with the braces was staring at her, a slow up and down. “You are at the right place? You know that the Justin Bieber fan convention is down the road?

The skinnier boy laughed.

Tanzie looked at them with round eyes.

“Have you been to an Olympiad before?

“No, she said.

“Quel surprise. I cant say many Olympians bring furry pencil cases. Have you got your furry pencil case, James?

“I think I forgot mine. Oh, dear.

“My mum made it for me, Tanzie said stiffly.

“Your mum made it for you. They looked at each other. “Is it your lucky pencil case?

“Do you know anything about string theory?

“I think shes more likely to know about stink theory. Or . . . hey, James, can you smell something unpleasant? Like vomit? Do you think someones a bit nervous?

Tanzie ducked her head and bolted past them into the loos.

“Thats the Gents! they cried, and fell about laughing.

Nicky had been struggling to tie Normans lead to a radiator. Now as the boys made to walk into the main hall he stepped forward and put his hand on the back of Braces neck. “Hey, kid. Hey!

The boy spun round. His eyes widened. Nicky moved in, so that his voice was a low whisper. He was suddenly glad that he had a weird yellow tinge to his skin and a scar on the side of his face. “Dude. A word. You ever speak to my sister like that again—anyones sister—and I will personally come back here and tie your legs into a complex equation. You got that?

He nodded, his mouth open.

Nicky gave him his best Fisher Psycho Stare. Long enough for the boy to do one of those massive Adams-apple-bobbing gulps. “Not nice being nervous, is it?

The boy shook his head.

Nicky patted him on the shoulder. “Good. Glad were straight. Go do your sums. He turned and began to walk toward the loos.

One of the teachers stepped in front of him then, one hand raised, his face questioning. “Excuse me? Did I just see you—

“Wishing him luck? Yes. Great kid. Great kid. Nicky shook his head, as if in admiration, then headed for the Gents to fetch Tanzie.

—

When Jess and Tanzie emerged from the ladies, Tanzies top was damp where Jess had scrubbed at it with soap and water, her face blotchy and pale.

“You dont want to pay any attention to a little squirt like that, Tanze, Nicky said, climbing to his feet. “He was just trying to put you off.

“Which one was it? Jesss expression was flinty. “Tell me, Nicky.

Yeah. Because Jess going in all guns blazing was going to be exactly the start to the competition that Tanzie needed. “I, um, dont think I could recognize him. Anyway, I sorted it.

He kind of liked the words. I sorted it.

“But I cant see, Mum. What am I going to do if I cant see?

“Mr. Nicholls is getting you some glasses. Dont worry.

“But what if he doesnt? What if he doesnt even come back?

I wouldnt, Nicky thought, if I were him. They had wrecked his nice car. And he looked about ten years older than when they had set off.

“Hell come back, Jess said.

“Mrs. Thomas. We need to start. Your daughter has thirty seconds to take her seat.

“Look, is there any way we can delay the start by a few minutes? We really, really need to get her some glasses. She cant see without them.

“No, madam. If shes not in her place in thirty seconds, Im afraid well have to start without her.

“Then can I go in? I could read her the questions?

“But I cant write without my glasses.

“Then Ill write for you.

“Mum . . .

Jess knew she was beaten. She looked over at Nicky and gave a vague shake of her head that said, I dont know what to do.

Nicky crouched beside her. “You can do this, Tanze. You can. You can do this stuff standing on your head. Just hold the paper really, really close to your eyes and take your time.

She was staring blindly into the hall. Beyond the door the students were shuffling into place, dragging chairs under desks, arranging pencils in front of them.

“And as soon as Mr. Nicholls gets here, well bring the glasses in to you.

“Really. Just go in and do your best and well be waiting here. Norman will just be on the other side of the wall. We all will. And then well go and get some lunch. Nothing to stress about.

The woman with the clipboard walked over. “Are you going to take part in the competition, Costanza?

“Her names Tanzie, Nicky said. The woman didnt seem to hear. Tanze nodded mutely and allowed herself to be led to a desk. She looked so damned little.

“You can do it, Tanze! His voice burst out of him suddenly, bouncing off the walls of the hall, so that the man at the back tutted. “Back of the net, Titch!

“Oh, for goodness sake, someone muttered.

“Back of the net! Nicky yelled again, so that Jess looked at him in shock.

And then a bell rang, the door closed in front of them with a solid thunk, and it was just Nicky, Jess, and Norman on the other side, with a couple of hours to kill.

“Right, said Jess, when she finally tore her gaze away from the door. She put her hands into her pockets, took them out again, straightened her hair, and sighed. “Right.

“He will come, said Nicky, who was suddenly not entirely sure he would.

“I know that.

The silence that followed was long enough that they were forced to smile awkwardly at each other. The corridor emptied slowly, apart from one organizer who murmured to himself as he ran his pencil down a list of names.

“Probably stuck in traffic.

“It was pretty bad.

Nicky could picture Tanzie on the other side of the door, squinting at her papers, looking around for help that wouldnt come. Jess stared up at the ceiling, swore softly, then tied and retied her ponytail. He guessed she was picturing the same.

And then there was the sound of a distant commotion and Mr. Nicholls appeared, running down the corridor like a crazy man and holding aloft a plastic bag that looked as if it might be entirely full of pairs of glasses. And as he launched himself at the desk and started arguing with the organizers—the kind of argument that comes from someone who knows there is no way in the world he is going to lose—the relief Nicky felt was so overwhelming that he had to go outside, slump against the wall, and drop his head to his knees until his breathing no longer threatened to turn into a huge, gulping sob.

—

It was weird saying good-bye to Mr. Nicholls. They stood by his car in the drizzle and Jess was acting all oh, I dont care, even though she obviously did. And Nicky really wanted to thank him for the whole hacking thing, driving them all that way and just being, you know, weirdly decent, but then Mr. Nicholls went and gave him his spare phone and all that came out was this strangulated “Thanks. And then that was it. And he and Jess were walking across the campus car park with Norman, pretending they couldnt hear Mr. Nichollss car driving away.

They stopped by the corridor, and Jess stashed their bags in the cloakroom. Then she turned to Nicky and brushed nonexistent fluff from his shoulder. “Well, she said, “lets go and walk this dog, shall we?

—

It was true that Nicky didnt talk much. It wasnt that he didnt have stuff to say. It was just that there was nobody he really wanted to say it to. Ever since he had gone to live with Dad and Jess, when he was eight, people had been trying to get him to talk about his “feelings, like they were a big rucksack he could just drag around with him and open up for everyone to examine the contents. But half the time he didnt even know what he thought. He didnt have opinions about politics or the economy or what happened to him. He didnt even have an opinion about his real mum. She was an addict. She liked drugs more than she liked him. What else was there to say?

Nicky went to counseling for a bit, like the social workers said he should. The woman seemed to want him to get mad about what had happened to him. Nicky had told her he wasnt angry because he understood that his mum couldnt look after him. It wasnt as if it was personal. If he had been any other kid, she would have dumped him just the same. She was just . . . sad. He had seen so little of her when he was small that he didnt even really feel like she had anything to do with him.

But the counselor kept saying “You must let it out, Nicholas. Its not good for you to internalize what happened to you. She gave him two little stuffed figures and wanted him to act out “how your mothers abandonment made you feel.

Nicky didnt like to tell her that it was the thought of having to sit in her office playing with dolls and being called Nicholas that made him feel destructive. He just wasnt a particularly angry person. Not with his real mum, not even with Jason Fisher, although he didnt expect anyone to understand. Fisher was just an idiot who didnt have the brainpower to do anything but hit out. Fisher knew on some deep level that he had nothing, that he was never going to be anything. He was a phony, and nobody liked him, not really. So he turned it all outward, transferred his bad feelings to the nearest available person see? The therapy had done something useful.

So when Jess said they should go for a walk, a little bit of Nicky was wary. He didnt want to get into some big conversation about his feelings. He didnt want to discuss any of it. He was all braced to deflect, and then she scratched her head a bit, and said, “Is it just me, or does it feel a bit weird without Mr. Nicholls?

—

This was what they talked about

The unexpected beauty of some of Aberdeens buildings.

The dog.

Whether either of them had brought plastic bags for the dog.

Which of them was going to kick that thing under the parked car so that nobody trod in it.

The best way to clean the toes of your shoes on grass.

Whether it was actually possible to clean the toes of your shoes on grass.

Nickys face, as in did it hurt? Answer no, not anymore.

Other bits of him, as in did they? No, no, and a bit, but it was improving.

His jeans, as in why didnt he pull them up so that his underwear wasnt always showing?

Why his underwear was actually his own business.

Whether they should tell Dad about the Rolls. Nicky told her she should pretend it had been nicked. What would he know? And it would serve him right. But Jess said she couldnt lie to him because that wouldnt be fair. And then she went quiet for a while.

Was he okay? Did he feel better being away from home? Was he worried about going home? This was where Nicky stopped talking and started shrugging. What was there to say?

—

This was what they didnt talk about

What it would be like if they actually went home with five thousand pounds.

If Tanzie went to that school and he left school before sixth form, whether Jess would want him to pick her up from St. Annes every day.

The takeaway that they would definitely get tonight in celebration. Possibly not a kebab.

That Jess was plainly freezing, even if she insisted she was fine. All the little hairs on her arms were standing bolt upright.

Mr. Nicholls. Most notably, where Jess had actually slept the previous night. And why they had kept stealing looks at each other like a pair of teenagers all morning, even while they were grumping at each other. Nicky honestly thought she thought they were all stupid sometimes.

But it was kind of okay, the talking thing. He thought he might even do it more often.

—

They were waiting outside the doors when they finally opened at two oclock. Tanzie walked out in the first batch, her furry pencil case clutched in front of her, and Jess held out her arms wide, all braced for celebration.

“So? How was it?

She looked at them steadily.

“Did you ace it, Titch? said Nicky, grinning.

And then, abruptly, Tanzies face crumpled. Everyone froze, then Jess stooped and pulled her close, maybe to hide the shock on her face, and Nicky put his arm around Tanzies on the other side, and Norman sat on her feet. As the other kids filed past, she told them what had happened, through muffled sobs.

“I lost the whole first half hour. And I didnt understand some of their accents. And I couldnt see properly. And I got really nervous, and I kept staring at my paper and then by the time I got the glasses, it took me ages to find a pair that fit me and then I couldnt even understand the first question.

Jess scanned the corridor for the organizers. “Ill talk to them. Ill explain what happened. I mean, you couldnt see. Thats got to count for something. Maybe we could get them to adjust the score to take it into account.

“No. I dont want you talking to them. I didnt understand the first question, even when I got the right glasses. I couldnt make it work the way they said it should work.

“But maybe—

“I messed it up, Tanzie wailed. “I dont want to go over it. I just want to go.

“You didnt mess anything up, sweetheart. Really. You did your best. Thats all that matters.

“But its not, is it? Because I cant go to St. Annes without the money.

“Well, there must be . . . Dont worry, Tanze. Ill work something out.

It was her least convincing smile ever. And Tanzie wasnt stupid. She cried like someone heartbroken. Nicky had honestly never seen her like that. It actually made him want to cry a bit, too.

“Lets go home, he said when it became unbearable.

But that made Tanzie cry harder.

Jess looked up at him, her face completely lost, and it was like she was asking him, Nicky, what shall I do? And the fact that right now even Jess didnt know made him feel like something had gone really wrong with the world. And then he thought I really, really wish Jess hadnt confiscated my stash. He didnt think he had ever needed a smoke more in his life.

They waited in the hallway as the other competitors retreated into cars with their parents, and suddenly, unexpectedly, Nicky realized he did feel angry. He was angry with the stupid boys who had put his little sister off her stroke. He was angry with the stupid maths competition and its rules that wouldnt bend a tiny bit for a little girl who couldnt see. He was angry that they had come all this way across an entire country just to fail again. Like there was nothing this family could do that turned out right. Nothing at all.

When the hallway had emptied finally, Jess reached into her back pocket and wrenched out a small rectangular card. She thrust it at him. “Call Mr. Nicholls.

“But hes halfway home by now. And what can he do?

Jess bit her lip. She half turned away from him, then back again. “He can take us to Marty.

Nicky stared at her.

“Please. I know its awkward, but I cant think what else to do. Tanzie needs something to help her up again, Nicky. She needs to see her dad.

—

He was back within half an hour. He had just been down the road, he said, having a bite to eat. Nicky thought afterward that if he had been thinking more clearly, he might have wondered why Ed hadnt gone very far, and why it had taken him so long to have a snack. But he was too busy arguing with Jess, a few feet from the car.

“I know you dont want to see your dad, but—

“Im not going.

“Tanzie needs this. Her face had that determined set, where you knew she was making out that she was taking your feelings into account, but actually she was just going to make you do what she wanted you to do.

“This is really not going to make anything better.

“For you, maybe. Look, Nicky, I know you have very mixed feelings about your dad right now, and I dont blame you. I know its been a very confusing time—

“Im not confused.

“Tanzie is at rock bottom. She needs something to give her a lift. And Marty is not that far away. She put out a hand and touched his arm. “Look, if you really dont want to see him when you get there, you can just stay in the car, okay? Im sorry, she said when he didnt say anything. “Im not exactly desperate to see him, either. But we do have to do this.

What could he tell her? What could he tell her that she would believe? And he supposed there was 5 percent of him that still wondered whether he was the one who was wrong.

Jess walked back to Mr. Nicholls, who had been leaning against his car watching. Tanzie sat silently inside. “Please. Will you give us a lift to Martys? His mums, I mean. Im sorry. I know youve probably had enough of us and weve been a complete pain, but . . . but I havent got anyone else to ask. Tanzie . . . she needs her dad. Whatever I—we—think of him, she needs to see her dad. Its only a couple of hours from here.

He looked at her.

“Okay, maybe more if we have to go slowly. But please—I need to turn this round. I really need to turn this round.

Mr. Nicholls stepped to one side and opened the passenger door. He bent down a little so that he could smile at Tanzie. “Lets go.

—

They all looked relieved. But it was a bad idea. A really bad idea. If only theyd asked him about the wallpaper, Nicky could have told them why.