“What! You didn’t want to do the deed with Simon Fisher,” Memphis slapped his palm on his chest. “I’m shocked.
“Hey,” I threw my finger up in his face. “Simon had his good points.”
“Hair does not count as a good point.”
Stubbornness lifted my chin, “I disagree.”
“Well in that case, you should date Gio Mancini,” his blue eyes slid my way. “He has a nice head of hair too.”
“I hadn’t noticed.” I totally did. “Besides, no one cares how soft his lips are.”
I realized my mistake when Memphis pushed off the locker and narrowed his gaze.
“I didn’t say anything about his lips.”
“I’m pretty sure you did.”
Memphis shook his head, “No, I didn’t.”
“I think you did.”
“No,” he shook his head again. “You did.”
When all else failed, go for deniability.
Giving up on the mess, I slammed my locker shut and gave Memphis the best sardonic snort I could muster. “Why would I bring up Gio Mancini’s lips?”
Suspicion narrowed his gaze further, “That’s a good question.”
It was also one he wouldn’t get an answer to.
“What happened yesterday, Nova?”
Damnit.
“As far as we’re concerned, yesterday no longer exists.”
His brows rose. “It no longer exists?”
“That’s right,” I nodded. “Yesterday was just a dream. Nothing unusual happened…and even if it did– which it didn’t–then it will be one of those things that we shall never ever speak of again. Because yesterday doesn’t exist.”
“Are you drunk?”
Seriously? “Why on earth would I come here if I had alcohol?”
Who would want to waste their buzz in a place like this when there were swamps to trudge through?
“It wouldn’t be the first time you came to school drunk.”
“That was one time.” I rolled my eyes and headed down the hall towards homeroom.
To be fair, I wasstilldrunk from the night before. It wasn’t like I went out and got a morning bourbon instead of coffee. Though I was starting to think that might not be a bad idea. Besides, Memphis wouldn’t even know about that if I did have to explain why I got suspended.
Stupid Kenny Fitgerald. It wasn’t my fault he lost the tip of his pinky finger. He should’ve known better than to let me handle the knife. Our home economics teacher banned me from all sharp objects for a reason.
Speaking of sharp objects…
My teeth grit as a familiar face strutted around the corner. Fucking Gio Mancini and his dumb ass friends were moving down the hall like they owned the place. I didn’t know what was worse, the way people literally moved out of their way, or how annoyingly well they wore their uniforms. And of course, the asshole trio was right in our path.