Storms

‘Right. While it lasts.’

‘Listen, man, can you drive us? Hannah needs to get a signal, and we need some breakfast.’ Jake lowered his voice. ‘Away from this lot. Bit of privacy, like.’

‘Course. Gissa few minutes.’

*

They piled into the front of Goofy’s knackered van.

They’d drive to Penzeal, and get a signal over the moors. Then head to a café soon as one opened.

‘Quick brekky, then we’ll have you at your friend’s before they even wake up,’ said Goofy. ‘Don’t you worry ’bout nothing.’

‘Okay, great,’ said Hannah. She was looking at her phone. Concentrating on it.

‘You all right?’ said Jake.

‘Yes.’ She kept her eyes pinned to the phone. It lit up. Notifications streamed on to the screen. She scrolled through. Paused.

‘Shit. Dad’s coming to Phoebe’s to pick me up. We’re going to brunch with family friends.’

‘When?’ said Jake.

‘Now. Goofy, can you drive me there?’

Jake put a hand on Hannah’s arm. ‘It’s early. He’ll wait till you’re awake and you’ve sent a reply, right?’

‘Not Dad. He’ll just turn up.’ She was sitting bolt upright, looking at the screen. Frowning again.

‘Don’t stress,’ said Jake. ‘You haven’t done anything wrong. He’ll be okay, as long as he knows you’re all right. Let’s go for coffee: we can drop you in a bit.’

Hannah shot him a look like he didn’t understand. Like he didn’t have a clue.

‘No. I know we – I – haven’t done anything wrong. Look, I just don’t want to do a whole lot of explaining. We have to get there before him. Goofy, I’ll give you directions.’

*

They parked outside the drive of Phoebe’s house. What now? Jake thought.

Number swaps. Arranging to meet. But definitely meeting up? Or super-casual, yeah-I’ll-text-you vagueness?

Not this time. He wanted to see her again. He wanted her to know it. Fuck playing cool.

Hannah glanced up and down the road before turning to Jake. She opened her mouth to speak. But before she could a sleek, blue Merc sped round the corner and pulled up in front of the van.

Hannah’s father got out and stood square in front of the windscreen, hands on hips, looking from Goofy, to Jake, to Hannah.

He wore pressed jeans, deck shoes and a white shirt. He was tanned and smooth, but serious-looking.

‘Look, maybe you guys should go,’ said Hannah.

‘Why?’ said Jake. She smiled, weakly. Clearly, he still didn’t understand.

‘Can’t just scarper, can we?’ said Goofy. ‘I know your old man. Be rude not to say hello.’

How would it look if they just revved out of there? Like they were running away.

When Hannah got out, Jake followed. Goofy got out of the driver’s side.

‘Dad. Hi.’ She kissed him on the cheek. ‘We just went to get some … things for breakfast. The boys came over this morning.’ Her voice was high and forced. She was a bad liar.

‘So where are the breakfast things?’ said Hannah’s dad. He didn’t move, or raise his voice, or blink. Hannah shrank in his gaze.

‘The shop was closed,’ said Jake.

‘You know Goofy,’ said Hannah. ‘This is Jake.’ Pete Lancaster looked him up and down.

‘All right, Mr Lancaster,’ said Goofy.

Lancaster nodded at Goofy, then turned his eyes back to Jake.

‘Good party, was it?’ How he said it. It was a simple question, but loaded.

‘Yeah, we had a great time last night,’ said Jake. Hannah bowed her head.

‘Hannah, you don’t look like you had much sleep,’ her dad said.

It was true. Gorgeous as she was, she looked washed out. Party-broken.

‘I’m fine, Dad.’

‘Anything you need to get from the house?’

‘No. The girls are asleep. I can get it later.’

Pete Lancaster turned back to the car, opened the passenger door, then went and stood on the driver’s side, waiting.

Jake hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye. Now he had to do it with this guy watching.

‘Bye, then,’ said Jake.

Hannah looked to her father and back to Jake. She put her hand on the door, about to get in.

Then she bit her lip, thinking for a second, and ran to Jake. She kissed his cheek, bringing her lips close to his. Lingering. She whispered her number in his ear.

‘Got it?’ she said.

‘Yes,’ he whispered back.