Excerpt
I Knew Him
Abigail de Niverville © 2019
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Chapter One
7:35 PM: We need to talk.
8:00 PM: I’m sorry.
9:17 PM: I know you’re awake.
9:20 PM: Please answer my calls.
10:00 PM: At least check your voicemail.
10:47 PM: Julian?
“Shut up Lucy,” I muttered, fingering the phone in my hands. I placed it on top of my chest and watched it rise and fall as I breathed. The glow-in-the-dark stars on Will’s bedroom ceiling had faded through the years, but they were still visible. I repeated the constellations in my head as I found them: Orion, Aquarius, Cassiopeia.
Will was already sound asleep in his bed, but I’d never been more awake. Everything I’d said replayed in my mind, every mistake I’d ever made flashing like a movie.
My phone vibrated again, and I jolted upright, the mattress groaning underneath. The message flashed on my screen as I glanced down at my hand.
I still love you.
“Shit.”
I didn’t want Lucy to want me anymore. I wanted her to leave me alone, let me self-destruct in peace. She didn’t need my bullshit anymore. I was trying to spare her.
Before my phone went off again, I rolled off the mattress onto the floor and crept out of the room. Will barely stirred through all the commotion. I grabbed his set of keys from the desk and slipped out of his room.
Outside, the air was cool and damp. We’d started the second week of school and everything was still kind of green, but the smell of partially decaying leaves surrounded me. I sighed heavily, the breeze stinging my face. I probably should’ve put on a sweater before I stepped out, but I didn’t want to turn back now.
I ran out into the street and jogged a couple blocks, unsure of my plan, besides getting the fuck away from everything and everyone. Just being silent with the night and forgetting I was a bad boyfriend and an even worse friend. It was kind of cloudy, but some of the stars shone through. I craned my neck and walked in a tight circle, spotting the North Star and part of Orion’s Belt. Too cloudy for much else.
The sound of tires on the patched pavement snapped my attention to ground level. I stepped out of the way of an SUV and watched it inch down the road. The driver had the window rolled down, and he poked his head out as he passed me. His blond hair was slicked back, and his lips were full. He reminded me of a model.
He squinted his eyes at me, like he was trying to place where he’d seen me before. I just knew I’d never seen him before. Or had I?
“Salut,” he said, his accent thick. He must’ve been a student at one of the French schools. What was he doing in Riverview, somewhere totally anglophone? Anyone who went to the French schools and lived in Riverview was an anglophone who was good at French.
“Hi,” I said warily.
“I remember you,” he said, mouth quirking into a smile. “Last summer. Austin’s party.”
“You remember that?” I tried to place him in my memory, but I’d been drunk for a good part of last summer. Lucy had broken up with me, and I was devastated. That time, I’d really wanted things to work out.
“How could I forget you?” he drawled, smiling again. It would’ve been sweet if I wasn’t so on edge. And also incredibly sober. Drunk me always wanted everything sober me never took. Sober me was never what he remembered.
“I’m sorry. I don’t remember.”
He licked his lips thoughtfully, parted them slightly. “Let me help you remember.”
I shook my head, though part of me kind of wanted to remember. He had lips that were perfect for kissing. And the pieces were falling together in my head. An empty basement room, the air thick from smoke and humid heat. And a blond boy with messy hair with his hands on my waist. He kissed me.
“I have a girlfriend.”
He rolled his eyes. “And I’m straight.” He laughed softly and shook his head. When he regained his composure, he glanced down at me again. “Take care, you mess of a boy.”
He rolled away from me, and his car crept down the street and turned the corner. I waited until the sounds of his engine died away into the night before I dared move.
Letting out a sigh of relief, I pushed the hair back from my forehead. My whole body shook. I never expected the worlds of drunk and sober me to meet. Not this way. Not this year. We only had two more semesters of school. This wasn’t the time to change everything. It was all about surviving and moving on.
I needed to be what people thought I was. People here would never understand. Better to go away and let them find out much later. That was the way it had to be.
I breathed deeply again, trying to regain my composure. It had only been a moment, and he wasn’t a boy who went to my school. He was just a boy. Less faceless than before, but still anonymous. And people like him didn’t belong to someone like me. Not yet. I wasn’t ready for the world to see me.
My phone vibrated again. This time, it wasn’t Lucy texting. Will’s name flashed on the screen.
Where are you??
Had to get some air. I wrote. Can’t sleep.
Get over here. We got school.
I let out a grim laugh. School was the last thing on my mind right then. Lucy and boys danced in my head. I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t know how. The two were linked somehow. Lucy and my failure to love her—and the boys I kissed every time we ended things.
She deserved better than me. She deserved someone who wasn’t afraid, who told her about the storm overtaking him. Who wouldn’t let her assume he was on drugs or cheating because he was too afraid to admit he wasn’t…
Straight.
I hated that word. I hated the alternatives. Hell, maybe I hated everything.
I craned my neck to look to the sky again and stared at the clouds passing over the horizon. When the wind picked up again, the frozen cold on my cheek made me aware I’d been crying.
“Shit,” I muttered, wiping at my cheek. I had to keep myself together.
This place had closed me in. I needed to survive one more year, and then I’d escape forever.
“Jules!”
I wiped at my cheeks again as Will’s yells grew closer. He was wearing his pyjamas and jean jacket, carrying my hoodie. His flip-flops slapped on the pavement, echoing in the quiet street.
“Fuck, Jules!” he panted when he reached me. “What are you doing?”
I shrugged. “Thinking.”
He furrowed his brow. In the orange lamplight, his red hair was almost brown, and the freckles on his face were dark pinpricks. “About Lucy?”
I nodded and didn’t elaborate.
“You realize you don’t have to break up with her?” he suggested with a small laugh.
I pulled the hoodie over my head. “No, I should. We keep fighting.”
“My parents fight all the time,” he offered. “And they’re fine.”
“I don’t know,” I sighed. “I just think she’s miserable with me. I need to…let her go.”
“She doesn’t want to.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I do,” I shot at him.
Will raised his hands and took a step away. “Well, whatever. Whatever will make you happy.”
Happiness didn’t seem to be an option.
He squinted, as if he were trying to break me apart and analyze me, the wheels turning in his head as he tried to find the right question. “But you’re okay?”
“I’m fine.” He’d meant to ask me something else, but I wasn’t going to give him the answer he wanted to hear.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
I followed Will to his house with heavy steps. What had only been hours seemed like a lifetime since I’d told Lucy we needed to break up. Since she’d cried and screamed about how much she loved me. Since I’d been too upset to go home to an empty apartment while my mom worked the night shift.
I slumped down on the mattress Will had laid out on the floor next to his bed. Remembering I held the spare keys in one hand, I threw them on the desk.
“I’m going early,” Will said once we’d settled under our covers.
“To school? Why?”
“Gotta practice for this group project. You wanna drive me?”
“No,” I scoffed, pulling the blanket to my chin. “Nice try.”
He laughed softly and rolled over so his back faced me. “Try to sleep, Jules.”
And then, he was out.
But sleep wasn’t easy for me. I kept thinking about Lucy and boys. And how Will was too good a friend to me. He’d let me come and go whenever I needed to. He didn’t question it anymore. Sometimes, he tried to ask the hard questions, but he didn’t push when I was in a bad way. I wished I could tell him everything. But I couldn’t. He’d assume what he wanted to assume. He wouldn’t understand.
No one could.
Teresa Eick –
ISBN: 978-1-950412-45-7
Buy Link: https://ninestarpress.com/product/i-knew-him/
Reviewer: Teresa Fallen Angel
Blurb:
In his senior year of high school, Julian has one goal: be invisible. All he wants is to study hard, play basketball, and pretend he’s straight for one more year. Then, he can run away to university and finally tell the world he’s bisexual. And by “the world,” he means everyone but his mom and best friend. That’s two conversations he never wants to have.
When he’s talked into auditioning for the school’s production of Hamlet, Julian fears that veering off course will lead to assumptions he’s not ready to face. Despite that, he can’t help but feel a connection to this play. His absent father haunts him like a ghost, his ex is being difficult, and he’s overthinking everything. It’s driving him crazy.
The decision to audition leads Julian on an entirely different path. He’s cast as Hamlet, and the boy playing Horatio is unlike anyone Julian has met before. Mysterious and flirtatious, Sky draws Julian in, even though he fears his feelings at the same time. As the two grow closer, Julian begins to let out the secrets he’s never told—the ones that have paralyzed him for years. But what will he do if Sky feels the same way?
Total Score: 5/5
Summary:
Julian’s goal to stay under the radar keeping who he was a secret until after he moved away fell to pieces when he met Sky. Sky is new to school, but he can’t take his eyes off of Julian. The spark between them is undeniable causing Julian to reevaluate his choices. Julian begins to make changes when he is casted as Hamlet to Sky’s Horatio bringing them even closer.
It is never easy growing up worrying how every decision you make could change how others see you. Add being gay or by into the mix added another layer of uncertainty. All Julian wants is to be accepted for who he is, but the fear of rejection makes that impossible until Sky shows him that with trust and understanding anything is possible.
Diverse Reader –
Julian has a secret—one that he is sure will change not only how his friends view him but perhaps alienate his only parent as well. But drunken kisses with boys has ceased to be enough for the high school senior even though he is determined to hide his sexuality until he leaves for college next year. After breaking up for the final time with the girl he has been lying to for far too long, Julian determines to hide, particularly when his best friend who is gay and out proclaims that there is no such thing as a bisexual but merely someone who is actually gay and denying the truth. Then Skye and his sister, Ruth, transfer into Julian’s school and every thought of waiting to reveal he is bi is thrown out the window. Despite his fears, Julian decides to trust Skye with his secret and it is the best decision he has ever made.
Abigail de Niverville has released what I consider to be a very important YA novel entitled, I Knew Him. The story touches on a real dilemma in the LGBTQIA community today—the idea that those who “claim” to be bisexual are only gays not willing to admit the truth to themselves and the world. This novel not only dispels that myth but underscores how damaging such mis-beliefs are to those who are trying to come to terms with their sexuality.
With Julian we explore the perspective of a young man who knows he is bisexual but who is terrified to tell his friends or mother. He worries they will either turn away from him or, in his best friend Will’s case, accuse him of lying to himself. To make things worse, Julian’s parents are divorced and he misses his dad who has been largely absent from his life for the past two years. Revelations about his dad’s current relationship status will prove to be reassuring to Julian but even though that is the case Julian is still on his own when it comes to who and how he will share his truth. Despite eventually reigniting his relationship with his dad, Julian still feels profoundly alone and longs for the day he can leave town, attend college and be himself. His plan is to stay in the shadows, never telling anyone he is bi—until Skye rolls into town and Julian feels an attraction that is stronger than the fear that has ruled his life for so long.
I Knew Him is a profound journey of self-discovery, coming out, first love and so much more. It is a celebration of the joy one can experience when they make the decision to stop letting fear rule their life and proudly state who they are. It is a testament to the strength and courage that love can give us when we decide to no longer hide our true selves from the world. I truly enjoyed this novel—it was well-written with fascinating characters who interacted in a realistic way. The author made sure that there were no easy fixes to the decision facing Julian but did give him a small safety net of friends who never turned their back on him. This story and Julian, in particular, burrowed into my heart—leaving a lasting impression. I highly recommend it to you.