Immaculate, page 19
There was more just below it, a long paragraph. The letters were swimming in circles in my vision, and I closed my eyes.
“I’ll read it out loud to you,” Hannah said, her voice shaking.
All Hail the BLESSED VIRGIN MINA, the miraculous Mother Mary of the twenty-first century! At long last, after two thousand years of waiting . . . the promised second coming of the Messiah is upon us! (Repent, repent!) With his all-knowing wisdom, God has chosen Mina Dietrich of quaint but lovely Green Hill, Pennsylvania, to be the blessed mother of this sacred child. Mina is a senior at Green Hill High, a straight-A student in line to be the class valedictorian, admired throughout the community for her many achievements and aspirations. Beauty and brains, kindness and virtue, a solid gold reputation—it’s no surprise that the Father would choose Mina out of every other female on the WHOLE ENTIRE PLANET to help him in his holy plan. Though Mina was in a long-term relationship at the time of the Second Messiah’s conception, she claims that she has never engaged in any form of intercourse, and thusly, there is NO OTHER EXPLANATION other than DIVINE INTERVENTION for the creation of the child that she is now carrying. (Side note: this relationship has since been terminated, as for some inconceivable reason way beyond our grasp, the partner refused to BELIEVE that such a miraculous event could ever happen in these modern times. Shocking! Outrageous! Ex-boyfriend, be damned!)
Mina has been reportedly carrying the Lord’s child since the beginning of the summer, which means, oh dear world, that we can expect the baby’s grand arrival in early March. We see it as our divine duty to spread the TRUTH as far and wide as possible, and ask that you please do the same. We have created this Virgin Mina website to explore Mina’s nine-month journey, and we ask you to leave your observations, questions, concerns, etc. in the comments section, as we want this to be a forum for group discussion. We also ask you to send any pictures and suggestions for the site to the e-mail address provided on the contacts page.
Please note: ONLY BELIEVERS MAY ENTER. (And for all you nonbelievers—SERIOUSLY, ARE YOU F*#@ING CRAZY?! Who doesn’t believe that babies can magically appear out of thin air without sperm or penises or any kind of sexual interaction?! Didn’t you read the BIBLE?!)
Our most sincere blessings to all,
TEAM VIRGIN MINA
Hannah’s voice stopped reading, but I could still hear all the words, looping and weaving like bright red ribbons through my mind.
Who could have started this? Who would hate me this much?
I mean, even if everyone thought I was lying, why couldn’t they just ignore me? Leave me alone? I hadn’t asked for any of them to believe me. I hadn’t asked for them to worship me.
I hadn’t asked them for anything.
“How many . . . ?” The question froze on my lips, but I didn’t have to finish. I’d seen the answer for myself as Hannah silently clicked on to the comments page. Nine hundred people had already left responses. Did I even know that many people, even if I counted every single person in my high school?
“It was at around eight hundred last night when I first found the page. It seems to be . . . spreading pretty quickly, I guess. From the posts I saw, I think it’s been around for a little while now, a month maybe, but it seems like it’s just starting to pick up speed. I’m so sorry,” Hannah whispered, her head in her hands. “Do you want to read any of it? What people are posting? Or is it too much right now?”
“Now. I might as well see it all now.” My mom reached out and squeezed my hand, steadying me.
Comments varied on a spectrum from incredibly shocked and entertained to incredibly cruel and hateful: OMG, this bitch needs a TV show! to I can’t believe she hasn’t been struck by lightning yet, but I guess Hell will be burn enough. There were plenty of pictures, too, on the dedicated photos page. Me in a tight hot pink minidress and matching heels, a Barbie costume I wore for a party last year, the caption saying THIS IS OUR VIRGIN?!!? A classic painting of the Virgin Mary with my face Photoshopped in over hers, Menius scrawled along the bottom; another photo of me and Nate at last year’s prom, a bright red line drawn in between us and the words I’M NOT THE DADDY written in a bubble above Nate’s head. The most recent was a picture that must have been taken just yesterday, judging from the outfit—I was standing at my locker, Jesse holding my books as I was reaching out for something on the top shelf. Jesse’s eyes were on me, and we were both grinning. I hadn’t noticed at the time, but my shirt had ridden up, leaving the bottom of my stomach exposed for somebody’s waiting camera. That was my bump, right there on the screen, for the whole online world to see as proof of my pregnancy. The caption made the post infinitely worse: COULD THIS POSSIBLY BE THE REAL DADDY, VIRGIN MINA?
The idea that someone had been watching so closely, holding a camera for just the right angle, just the right pose, made my stomach erupt in hot swirling waves. I put my hands on my bump, holding my baby to ground myself. To remind myself what really mattered. But I could still taste bile in the back of my throat. There were no boundaries anymore. I was public property.
As Hannah scrolled through more of the posts, I realized that I barely recognized most of the names—it seemed as if the majority of comments came from people who were from other schools and towns, other states, even. This wasn’t Green Hill’s secret. Not anymore. The names that I did recognize were mostly strangers or very casual acquaintances—no sign of any of my old friends yet. They were probably just too scared to get publicly involved, too worried that I’d try to get them in trouble once I discovered the page’s existence. No doubt they were all sitting around that very morning checking for updates, prepping for in-depth conversations about the most recent posts.
“What’s going on?”
I jumped at the sound of Jesse’s voice from the doorway. I’d forgotten that school would actually be starting soon, that time had been moving while we’d sat there staring at the screen. He’d had his camera out, filming his walk up the stairs, probably—I’d gotten used to its constant presence, his constant need to document—but he shut it off now and dropped it onto my dresser.
“Look,” I said, waving my hand at the screen. “Just look.”
Jesse came over to the desk and hovered behind Hannah as she clicked and scrolled, silent as he took in everything there was to see on the screen.
“You should call the police, Mina,” he said, turning to face me, his cheeks splotchy and red. “This is slander. This is harassment, and you can’t let them get away with it. Whoever started this deserves to be punished. I’m sure the cops can easily trace this.”
I looked away, his steely, penetrating gaze more than I could handle at the moment. “But they’re doing this for a reaction, aren’t they, Jesse? They want me to freak out. They want me to scream and cry and run away with my hands up in the air. I don’t want to give them that. They don’t deserve that much from me.” Could Kyle be smart enough to make an entire website? Maybe if some of his friends helped, too—he had always been good at getting people to do his bidding.
“So what, you’re just going to walk into school today with all these terrible people and act like everything’s fine? Act like it’s okay that they’re doing this to you?” Jesse’s hands were knotted up in his unruly dark curls, and I could tell that he was struggling hard to keep his voice level. “Mrs. Dietrich, you agree with me, right? It’d be crazy to not report this. It’s practically a hate crime.”
“I don’t know,” my mom said, shaking her head as she reached across the desk and closed the web page. “I don’t know the right answer yet. I think we need more time to think about it before we make any rash decisions.”
“I agree. What if the police getting involved just makes everyone even angrier?” Hannah asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “I don’t think that we can stop people from having a reaction to Mina’s story, and the bigger deal we make out of all this, the louder and more cruel their responses might be. I think Mina might be right, at least for now. She keeps holding her head up, she keeps pushing through. We keep pushing through with her.” She gave me what I knew she meant to be a reassuring smile, but I could see the strain of her lips, the worry clouding her eyes.
“This is absurd,” Jesse said, “completely and ridiculously absurd.” He latched his hands on to my window ledge, his knuckles white from the pressure, and stared out at the fields, shaking his head. “But it’s not my decision to make, is it? So do what you think is best, Mina. It’s your life, and I’ll stand behind you. I promised you at least that much, and I promised Iris, too.”
I blinked at the sound of her name, the ring of those two syllables that had become so significant, so earth-shattering when strung together side by side. I-ris. I wanted to tell them all that I’d seen her, that she was still around, somewhere, hovering in the air around us like dust particles, but I couldn’t. Not until I saw her again. Not unless I was sure.
“I just hope that everyone at school gets bored with it when you don’t react, so they can turn their attention to other things and other people.” Jesse paused, pulling his gaze away from the window to meet my eyes. “I hope that this is as bad as it gets.”
• • •
There was no denying the tension as we walked through the school hallways that morning. The blatant stares, the judgments, and the jokes that no one even bothered to whisper anymore. How had I been naive enough to think that Kyle’s performance was just a blip in everyone’s memory? It was obvious that I was now a public entity, like some C-list tabloid celebrity who had ceased to be a real person and had instead become something less than human. Something that didn’t deserve respect or compassion, something without feelings or emotions or a living, beating heart.
The three of us stared straight ahead as we made our way to my locker, Jesse and Hannah flanking me on either side like bodyguards. I tried to still the shaking in my hands as I fumbled over the combination, cursing under my breath when the lock refused to snap open.
“Mina . . .” Hannah said, “I think—”
“Hold on for just a minute,” I said, frustrated. “I can’t get my damn locker to open.” I spun the dial back through the familiar pattern, and after a few tries, the lock clicked open against my palm.
“What were you saying?” I started to reach for my books on the top shelf. “Han?”
I froze, my calculus book suspended in midair. The hallway around me suddenly felt too quiet, expectant, as if everyone but me was holding their breath.
I lowered the book and slowly turned around.
Nate. Nate and Jesse, face-to-face, standing barely a foot apart in the middle of the hallway. Everything else had ceased to matter—all eyes and attention focused on them, waiting for whatever movement or word would come next.
“It was you,” Nate said, his voice low and threatening and almost entirely unrecognizable. Though I hadn’t actually heard him speak since August, I realized. Maybe I’d already forgotten what he sounded like. Maybe a few months was all it took to make someone a complete stranger. “You’re the father, aren’t you?”
Jesse laughed in surprise. I flinched, tilting my head down. The laugh sounded nervous to me, a twitchy giggle stemming from his social awkwardness, but that was because I knew him. To a stranger, to Nate, I was sure it sounded mocking. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous. Mina and I weren’t even friends until a few weeks ago.”
“It’s just a little funny to me that out of nowhere you’ve suddenly become her biggest defender. You’re a little too protective for someone who barely knows her, don’t you think? A little too possessive, maybe?”
“Seriously,” Jesse said, stepping back, hands fanned out in front of him, “you’re way off. I have nothing to do with what’s happening with Mina.”
“And why should I believe you?” Nate asked, taking a few steps forward to close the distance. “Who else could it have been? I don’t exactly see any other guys trailing around behind her like a desperate little puppy. You’re making it a little too obvious, don’t you think? I know that you work with her. Were you there at the beginning of the summer, when she . . . ?” As he asked that question, I could see in his eyes that something had clicked. The details were spinning into new, terrible possibilities for him. He looked so sad suddenly, so broken, that I fought the urge to run to his side. “That night you came to my house crying,” he said, slowly turning to face me. “Was that when it happened, Mina? Was that guilt? Were you going to tell me something then?”
“Nate, no!” I yelled, pushing my way through the throngs of gawkers to wedge myself in between the two of them. I couldn’t stand that he thought that—I hadn’t, I never would have. “Jesse and I are just friends. Nothing happened between us. You have this all wrong. I promise.”
“You promise?” Nate asked, his voice breaking so loudly and so obviously that his entire face flamed red with embarrassment. “Sorry, Mina, but your word stands for very little these days.”
Someone in the hallway laughed, a hollow sound that set off a round of murmuring all around us.
“Can we talk about this somewhere else?” I pleaded, blinking to keep the tears back. “Somewhere where we’re not on public display?”
“That seems unnecessary. It’s not like any of this is a secret. Not anymore. And the way I see it, you deserve for everyone to see you for who you really are.”
“Nate, stop,” Hannah said, stepping up beside me and squeezing my hand. “You’re making a complete ass of yourself. Just let it go. You’re hurt. I get that. But this isn’t going to make things any better.”
“Just let it go? Like it’s that simple? She lied to me and to everyone else, and she’s still lying. We can’t all be as naive and forgiving as you are, sadly, though I guess life must be much easier that way. I envy you a little.”
Hannah’s fingers gripped my hand tighter, the bones of my knuckles grinding into one another. “This isn’t your business anymore.”
“Not my business? Not my business that my girlfriend is parading around right in front of me with the guy she cheated on me with?”
“Ex-girlfriend,” I said. “And that was entirely your decision.”
“Like I had a choice.”
“You did.” I choked on the words, swallowing hard as the tears finally rolled down my cheeks. “You definitely did. But that’s in the past. We are in the past. Please, please just leave me alone. Please, Nate.”
Nate looked away, and I thought that he was finished. I thought that he had scraped together enough decency to back off. Nate wasn’t an aggressive person—it wasn’t in his nature. Or so I had incorrectly thought, because before I could even take a full deep breath, Nate lunged forward, shoving Jesse stumbling back through the crowds until his back slammed against the lockers.
“Just admit it!” Nate yelled, angry tears streaming down his twisted face as he pinned Jesse by the shoulders. “Just admit that you slept with my girlfriend, you fucking coward!”
“Nate! Stop!” Izzy appeared at Nate’s side, her strong, capable arms tugging him away from Jesse. “You have too much to lose to get caught in a fight. Think about sports, about college. He’s not worth the punishment. You’re better than this. You’re better than all this.”
Her words must have worked some sort of spell on him, because he seemed to instantly transform back into calm, sensible, predictable Nate—it was as if Jekyll and Hyde had stepped right out of the pages of our English lit reading. He shook his head a few times and stepped back, letting Izzy pull him in more closely against her. I stared at their hands, their fingers interlocked, so close and familiar, their cheeks nearly touching as Izzy whispered something into his ear.
My stomach tumbled and turned as I stood there watching them. I could handle not having either of them in my life. I’d accepted that that was the way things were, the way things would probably always be. But the two of them together? Kissing, cuddling, and, oh God, going further than Nate and I ever had? I couldn’t. I couldn’t handle that. I shut my eyes and turned away, trying to block the flood of images that were spilling across my mind.
“Mina? Mina, are you okay?”
I opened my eyes to see Jesse staring down at me, frowning, Hannah close behind him.
“I should be asking you that, Jesse, seeing as you just got in your second fight because of me. Did Nate hurt you?”
“No, I’m fine. Really. Don’t worry about me. But the way you looked just now, with your eyes closed, and your skin that pale, I don’t know . . . I just thought something was really wrong. You scared me.”
“Sorry about that. I just got really anxious, that’s all. I try to close my eyes and deep breathe whenever I get stressed out. Keep calm for . . .” My gaze turned down toward my stomach, and I could feel Jesse’s eyes following the movement. “Keep calm for the baby.” I didn’t care if anyone heard me, because Nate was at least right about one thing. None of this was a secret anymore. There was no point in walking on eggshells, pretending that the obvious wasn’t happening in front of all our eyes.
The first warning bell rang, and the crowd splintered off in all directions. Someone knocked me from behind in the frantic rush, and I turned to see Sara Fritz timidly peering up at me through her long, floppy bangs. Sara was a quiet, solitary sort of girl who had transferred in from a private Catholic school only at the beginning of our junior year. She kept to herself mostly, spent her lunches and free periods hunched over a keyboard in the computer lab. I barely knew her, though I was pretty certain she was right behind me in class rank. Had been, anyway, before our current grades were factored in. I was doing decently enough, given the circumstances, now that I was more settled into the semester—a B average in most of my classes, thanks to some extra credit and to what I suspected were a few sympathy points from teachers who pitied the not-so-private derailing of my personal life. That wouldn’t be enough to keep topping Sara, but I was surprisingly proud of those Bs, as proud as I used to be of my standard 100s. I was keeping my head above water, despite everything.
