CHAPTER TWELVE
“Ellen keeps glaring,” I quietly whisper to Audrey.
Audrey looks at her and I hiss to cover my gasp. Then what does she do? She lifts her middle finger. Just to be clear it’s meant for Ellen, she turns her hand and points the middle finger at her.
Oh boy.
“Why do you do these things?” I ask. “You know this is going to bite me in the booty.”
Audrey snickers. “If it’s Lenny doing the biting, you might enjoy it.”
I flush, I can feel it. I’m hot and, shit, I’m going to start to sweat again. I hate this.
“Would you just stop?”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Isla teases.
I point at Audrey, then to Isla—back and forth. “You two will be the death of me.”
“Not if Ellen gets to you first,” Audrey jokes.
“So not funny.”
“Where is Mr. QB?” Isla wonders aloud.
“Who cares,” I mutter.
“Some football thing,” Audrey answers. “Brent told me about it.”
“Do the schools combine athletics?” I ask.
Audrey snorts. “No way. SBH is pathetic whereas SBA is amazing.”
“So, we’re going to have double games?” I question, feeling so confused.
“Yes. Fridays will be SBA and Saturdays will be SBH, but no one will go to SBH, again, because of their suckiness,” Audrey informs me.
At least I’ll only have to suffer through it once.
I look over at Ellen. She’s chatting with a pretty girl with blonde hair as platinum as Ellen’s.
“Who’s that Ellen’s talking to?” I ask Isla.
“That’s Sondra Jacobs. When those two are together it’s catty and gossipy and just plain bitchy,” she answers.
Audrey sneers. “And then some.”
“You seriously have to tell me that story,” I remind Audrey.
“It’s not something I like to talk about, but I’ll tell you. Just not right now.”
I nod. “Whenever.”
Something very, very bad happened between those two—or maybe three, if Sondra’s included—and the backlash obviously landed on Audrey. Not cool, and yet another reason to hate Ellen.
It’s dreary outside and almost looks like it’s going to rain. That’s how I’ve been feeling since Monday and it’s now Friday. Five days of doom and gloom, all because of one perfect moment in time that has gone so very wrong.
“Do you regret it?” Isla asks.
