Part of the delay was finding a manual Jeep Wrangler, which meant a used one. The latest models were all automatics. A manual Jeep was even safer for me, so that was what we were gunning for. Jon and Donovan had been teaching us on the weekends how to drive a manual using their super cute oldtruck. Which, admittedly, had been fun to drive. I felt pretty comfortable driving a manual now, so I was super hopeful we could find my Jeep this weekend.
Universe, you listening? Help your girl out, here.
More or less done, I got up, bussed my tray, then made my way back to Skylar. Lunch ended in about five minutes, and I needed to swing by my locker before class, so I should probably get a move on now.
However, just as I reached the table, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye.
Ohhhh shit.Shit.
Uh. What do I do?
One of Jon’s first lessons to me had been to mind my own business. With my psychic ability, I was going to see a lot—too much in fact. I’d see people’s deepest secrets with nothing more than a glance. He’d stressed to me that life would be better for me all around if I kept everything to myself unless someone asked for information. Or unless the situation called for me to reveal that secret.
I, uh, had no idea which heading this fell under. It put me at a loss on what to do.
I walked to Skylar like I was carrying government secrets. Of course she noticed. My Skye’s pretty damn observant and all of her training sessions with Donovan had only made her more so. She clocked my reaction and immediately pulled me in closer to her.
“Abby, what the hell did you see?”
“Oh my god.” I tried not to stare while totally staring from the corner of my eye. “Emily’s baby daddy is Kenneth.”
Skylar started to whip around before she jerked herself to a halt. It left her vibrating in place instead. “Isn’t Kenneth with Becca, though?”
“Yuuup.”
Kenneth went up to Emily and said something that made her laugh, but he was also playing it cool and only said the one thing before walking past her. Still, that brief interaction told me everything I needed to know.
They were fucking, all right, and cheating on Becca in the process.
Fuck. This was not okay in my books. I really wanted to tell Becca. Everyone in school knew I was a Reader, she’d probably believe me if I said something, which meant I had all of the power right now. Did this fall under the Mind Your Business heading, though? No one had asked me for information. Then again, Becca probably didn’t know enoughtoask.
Hesitation rooted me on the spot. I didn’t know what to do. What was the right answer, here? Fuck, Jon should have been more specific. I’d totally ask him more questions when I saw him later.
“Skye,” I whined to her, “What do I do? I can’t just let this go, can I? I mean, I don’t know Becca super well—”
“But she doesn’t deserve this,” Skylar agreed, glaring at Kenneth now. “She’s a sweetie, she deserves better than him.”
Truly. Becca had been great since I’d met her, very accepting of me and Skylar, not giving two shits that I could read her like an open book. I had two classes with her and we were always at the same table, sometimes partnering up for group assignments. She was a sort-of-friend.
“I think I’d better tell her?”
“I agree, let’s tell her. How about we wait until we get to class, we can do it then.”
That sounded like the best plan to me. I didn’t see her in the cafeteria, anyway, so the classroom was likely the first chance I’d have. “Then, locker first.”
“Okay.”
We headed to our lockers, which fortunately were right next to each other. The school was super chill about us being partners, and accommodated me a lot, which I appreciated. With the exception of one class, Skylar shared my schedule, and it was a godsend. I felt bad sometimes on how much help I asked of my girlfriend, but her lines glowed bright yellow with pleasure whenever I asked, and that made all the difference to me.
The second we changed out books, Skylar and I went to Physics. Fortunately, Becca had gone in early, and she was at our table, with no one else in yet. Not even the teacher, just two other students on the other side of the room.
I capitalized on this semi-privacy immediately.
Becca was pretty, a petite brunette with her hair in a long frame, and an upturned nose. I didn’t get why anyone would cheat on her. A pretty girl who was sweet natured and smart? Like, was Kenneth dropped multiple times as a child? No other way to explain his stupidity.
Dropping into the chair across from hers, I leaned across the table. “Becca.”
Becca paused in pulling her notebook for the class out, eyeing me warily. “That’s not a good face, Abby. What’s up?”
