He grunted. "You no showed all weekend. What's up with that?"
"After that great farewell you gave me on Friday?" I reached inside for my books. "I have no idea what you mean."
He rolled his eyes. "Come on, Sam. I texted you a ton and I apologized. You didn't text me back at all."
"Jess and Lydia were hurt. They thought you'd show."
I shrugged again.
He sighed, "What's with the act, huh? What's wrong with you?"
My eyes snapped to his. "What are you talking about?"
"You've been weird since Friday. It's like someone died in your family or something. What's going on?"
"How was the party and bonfire?"
He sighed again. "Whatever. They were fine."
"Did you find another hot chick there?"
His jaw stiffened. "You're playing that card?"
"I'm playing a card? Why don't you tell which one it is because I'm not aware of the hand you've dealt me."
He pushed off from the locker, rolled his eyes, and strutted away.
I didn't do anything. I didn't curse, sigh, or feel like crying. What I did do was roll back my shoulders and put my bag in the locker. Another day, another adventure. I took two steps towards my English class before Jessica and Lydia bounded up to me, literally.
We all wore uniforms, but their skirts barely showed the bottom of their ass cheeks. A lot of girls had the same. My friends had their shirts unbuttoned to show off their cleavage, complete with the red and black lacy bras each of them wore.
Lydia readjusted her shirt so more of her right boob showed. "You totally were absent this entire weekend. What's up with that?"
Jessica nodded with a solemn look on her. "We were worried about you."
"Really?" I arched my eyebrow up.
They both nodded, and then someone walked past us and down the hallway. Their expressions changed immediately. They went from seriousness to exuberance.
Jessica clamped onto my arm and leaned forward. "Ashley DeCortts and Adam Quinn broke up this weekend."
Lydia nodded. "We heard that Ashley slept with one of the Kade brothers. Adam found out and dumped her. It was real and public, at Kara's bonfire last night. I was front and center."
"I was. It was awesome. Adam was all grrr and 'I thought we meant something to you,' and she was all, 'I did, but a girl can only do what a girl can do.' It was awesome. Totally. I wish that happened at every bonfire."
"You should've been there."
"Yeah," I deadpanned. "I should've been."
"So where were you?" Jessica asked, but both of their faces turned to blank masks as they stared at me.
"Where were you? We went to your house, but no one was there. Lincoln said that your dad was at some conference over the weekend. Did you go with?"
"I had family commitments this weekend." I lifted my shoulders. "I wasn't supposed to say anything."
Lydia leaned closer. "It's football confidential?"
Jessica frowned. "Really?"
"Really. My dad would get mad. I wasn't even supposed to say anything."
"Oh." Lydia looked at Jessica. "They do play Public this week. He might've gone to a conference for more pointers. That team is good, really good."