Never Sweeter(6)

“Sam, leave the poor girl alone,” Hair Stripe hissed.

Yet even that seemed without cruelty. It still made her skin prickle all over, and she had the strongest urge to scratch the scar around her ear. But she couldn’t just ignore them. She even found herself leaning forward after a moment, to better hear what the girl was saying.

But Professor Harrison got in the way.

“Ladies, I am aware of how poorly I compete with the topic du jour. But if we could just leave that aside until the end? Especially in light of the fact that you two are not supposed to be here at all.”

The two in question immediately slid back into their seats and paid attention. But though Letty tried to do the same, she found herself struggling.

Once they were out in the hall, they kept on looking at her. Blondie’s face was so wildly animated it was scary.

“So you’re dating the hunk, right? You have got to be dating him.”

“The…what? Dating…who?”

“The hunk! You know, the hunk.”

Blondie made circles in the air with her hands, but it didn’t help.

Nor did her friend’s expressionmore reasonable but no less convinced that she should understand.

“I have literally no idea what you’re talking about. I can, however, assure you that I’ve never dated anyone that could even remotely deserve the label hunk.”

“Soooo…he just carried you because he’s like…a super awesome Disney prince?”

“Someone carried me? Carried me where?”

She was laughing as she said it, though the laugh soon died.

Now the more reasonable one was frowning, and when she whispered, Letty caught some of the words.

They sounded a lot like she doesn’t know.

“He carried you down this hall that we are standing in right now. Everyone practically applauded. Several girls fainted, probably in the hopes that they would be carried, too.” She paused, suddenly as concerned as her friend seemed. “Do you seriously not remember any of this?”

“Sam, I think it’s hard to remember things when you’re unconscious,” the reasonable one said, but Blondie paid no attention. She was intent now on getting to the bottom of this mystery.

“Yeah, but he must have told you. Didn’t he tell you that he swept you into his manly, macho arms and whisked you away to the campus med room?”

“No. Nobody told me that.”

Her own voice was flat, when it came out.

Flat and cold and strange.

But Blondie didn’t seem to notice.

“Oh my god. Searing hot and modest. I think I have my dream man.” She paused again, but this time it was purely down to the elbow her friend gave her. It was hard and insistent, and it seemed to bring Blondie back to something like sense. “Unless you guys are a thing?”

“I don’t even know who you mean.”

She shook her head, to make it stick.

But a sick feeling was starting to thread through her stomach.

“You know, he’s the wrestling champ Coach Parker is completely in love with. Can’t miss himhe’s like seven feet tall and super beefy. Just really, really beefy.”

“Sam, I think we should just leave this nice girl alone, okay?”

“No, no, hold uphis name is something like…Trent.”

“You don’t even know his name? Sam, seriously let’s just go.”

“A guy like that doesn’t need a name. He has to learn to respond to desperate grunts.”

“It’s Tate,” Letty said, but they didn’t hear her.

Probably because she sounded like she was dying when she spoke.

“I think it might have been Taylor. He looks like a Taylor.”

“I don’t think it’s Taylor. Maybe Topher?”

“Topher is not a name, Bea. Come on, where is your head?”

“It is a name I”

“His name is Tate; you mean Tate. Tate Sullivan.”

They both turned and looked at her, half surprised.

Half so gleeful it sort of made her sick.

“Yeah that’s the guy! So you do know him.”

“No, I don’t. I really don’t at all.”

She was glad that she sounded so sure when she said it.

Only they didn’t seem to think she sounded sure at all. Blondie leaned and put a hand on her arm, her face a picture of completely sincere concern. “Hey, are you okay?” she asked, so kindly Letty couldn’t speak for a moment. Her throat was apparently full of very emotional bees. Her head was spinning and her stomach had clenched into a knot, so it seemed like the best thing was to just get out of there.

She needed to get out of there, now.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just have to go. I left the curling iron on while needing to wash my hair just as my favorite show is starting. See you around, okay?”