If things had not changed from last season, then only Jewel heard the voice. She knew that they were pitched carefully, and the words were right on the edge of her own hearing. She'd read an article about the science behind this, and could remember nothing except that it worked. The mentor had ideas. She wanted Jewel to do these things she said, to follow her orders.
She was going to be disappointed, but in the long run she would thank Jewel.
"You don't have to go," Jewel told Erik, taking Dougie's hand in hers. His skin was warm against her. She stood up under her own power, putting no weight against the boy who looked down at her. Would that be visually apparent?
She released his hand and undid her bag again and took out one of the boxes containing the headsets. Maybe this was just a little bit of contrarian revenge, a little statement that she'd do as she fucking pleased. Her wrists and the backs of her thighs and her ass were freezing, the breeze sucking warmth out of her through the dampness, and now she shivered. It couldn't be helped. The headset slipped out of her fingers, dropping to the ground.
"I will," she said. "I'm going somewhere warm. Be safe."
She was to be captain of her team? She was to find others who were beautiful and brilliant?
Perhaps. Perhaps not. She had some ideas what she was going to do. These thoughts didn't include Dougie and Erik. Not yet. So their triangle could become a line. Maybe she was wrong and it would turn into a point instead.
She moved through the curtains, out the back, steps quick and light. Dougie was concerned with Erik, who was unlikely to follow her. They could contact her if they had to. For the moment, she wanted space.
Everything had threatened to become much too stable.
((Jewel Evans continued in Boyhood