“—Batman? Black and gold?”
“Green Lantern, maybe. Green and silver.”
I sit back and listen to them debating superhero colors. They don’t seem to be bothered by me being there. Not even Sam. If he’s unhappy with my presence, he doesn’t let on.
I wonder if he knows how Noah is. If he’s any better. No one’s told me, and even if I was talking, I wouldn’t ask. Even though I’m dying to know. It just…it doesn’t seem like it’s my place. Or maybe I’m just scared to find out if he’s not doing well. That would make things even worse for me than they already are. If the vitriol aimed at me is already this bad, I can’t imagine what it’ll be like if Noah doesn’t recover.
I look past Asha and Sam and toward my car. Weird…it looks like there’s something on my windshield.
I let them continue with their bantering and walk up to the car, and that’s when I see it. Someone’s thrown eggs all over the front window, the yolk running down onto the hood in a sticky yellow mess. I walk around only to find the word BITCH spelled out in shaving cream all over the back. It’s like I’ve been sucker-punched. My bag drops to the ground at my feet.
“Chelsea? What’s wr—” Asha’s voice cuts short as she comes up beside me, eyes widening.
“God.” Sam stops cold, skateboard in both hands, and shakes his head. “Who would do this?”
I’m not sure why he’s so shocked. I don’t bother pointing out that the suspect list would include probably half the student body—including him. I can come up with twenty names off the top of my head. It’d be easier to narrow down who wouldn’t do this.
“Come on,” Asha says gently. She puts a hand on my arm. “I’ll help you clean it off.”
Sam sets down his backpack, takes off his jacket and unzips the hoodie underneath it. “Here,” he says, handing me both. “Use this. I’ll check and see if there’s any other damage.”