Page 82 of The Dazzling Heights
Even while he’d been in that math session, a part of his mind—a part that was dangerously close to the whole—had been thinking about Leda, alternating between fantasies of her demise and fantasies of a decidedly different nature. He didn’t understand his fixation with her. How could he resent her, want to make her to pay for everything she’d done, and yet still want her as much as he did?
He wished he could be more like Nadia. More rational, less reckless.
Speak of the devil, Nadia flashed before his eyes. Watt looked up, and was struck speechless at the sight of Leda herself, lounging casually against a brick wall at the edge of his school’s tech-net, seven hundred floors below her own. She was wearing black yoga pants that left little to the imagination, and her face was glowing from exertion. Her hair was swept up into a loose knot, though a few damp curls escaped at her ears.
“Watt. There you are,” she greeted him, with a note of possessiveness that simultaneously thrilled him and pissed him off. He wanted to kiss her, roughly, right there. But he didn’t.
“Leda,” he said slowly, to cover his strange mix of feelings. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Next to him he felt Cynthia tense at the name, glancing back and forth between them. He knew what she was thinking: so this was the infamous Leda, the girl who knew far too many of Watt’s secrets.
“I need to talk to you about something. In private.” Leda’s eyes darted to Cynthia. “Sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Leda Cole. Cynthia, right?” she asked, holding out a hand. Cynthia didn’t take it.
How did Leda even know who Cynthiawas? He must have mentioned her, Watt thought—or else Leda had been trolling through his page on the feeds. He found the notion strangely pleasing.
“Hi, Leda,” Cynthia said, without moving forward. It was clear from her tone what she thought of the other girl. After a moment, Leda lowered her outstretched hand and turned to Watt.
“Watt? Let’s go,” she commanded, and started off, clearly assuming he would follow.
Watt looked back at Cynthia. “Sorry, I have to—”
“Whatever, the queen bitch summons,” Cynthia said tartly, too low for Leda to overhear. “Go ahead.”
Watt didn’t hesitate. Cynthia would forgive him later, but Leda never would. He hurried to catch up with her. “You didn’t need to make that scene,” he said, though for some reason he’d found it a little entertaining. Maybe he was getting too accustomed to being with Leda Cole.
“Sorry if I made things difficult with your girlfriend,” Leda said briskly.
“I’ve told you before, she’s not my girlfriend.”
“I’ve toldyoubefore, I don’t care.” She didn’t even glance his way as she turned onto his street. Watt was a little surprised that she wanted to go to his place tonight, and even more surprised that she knew her way around down here.
“Look, if you wanted me to come over, you could have just messaged me,” he said, his mind already racing ahead to what his parents would say when they walked in together. Though they’d met Leda before; they thought she was a classmate, after all.
Leda laughed. “I’m not here forthat,” she said, and he loved the way she said “that,” as if she wanted to be dismissive of the notion but couldn’t quite manage it.
“There’s someone I need you to look into,” Leda went on. “I keep meaning to ask you about her, but, you know …” She broke off awkwardly.
“But I keep distracting you.” He grinned at her discomposure.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
They stepped up to his front door. Watt hesitated and glanced over at Leda. “Could you just tell my parents that you’re here for a school project, and—”
“Relax, Watt. This isn’t my first rodeo.”
“I don’t even know what that means,” he replied as he opened the front door. “What the hell is a rodeo?”
Leda shrugged. “It’s an old saying,” she said dismissively, and followed him down the hallway, her expression transforming from exasperated sarcasm into a brilliant smile. “Mrs. Bakradi!” she exclaimed, going to give Watt’s mom a hug. “How are you? I’ve been meaning to bring this over for Zahra. I found it when I was cleaning out some of my old things.” To Watt’s astonishment, Leda reached into her purse and produced a tiny horse figurine. She pushed a button and the horse began running across the floor.
Damn, she was good, he thought with grudging respect.
When they were finally in Watt’s bedroom with the door shut, Watt stared at Leda. She’d already claimed a seat on his bed, crossing her legs beneath her with proprietary ease. “How did you know that Zahra’s in a horse phase?” he asked suspiciously.
“Your momtoldme the last time I was here.” Leda rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Watt, that quant of yours has made you unforgivably lazy. Do you everlistento people?”
“I listen to you,” he replied, caught off guard by the insight.
“I don’t think so,” Leda said lightly. “Is Nadia on?” For a moment Watt thought he was dreaming; it was still surreal hearing anyone talk about Nadia.
