"Good morning, Jessica," Fredward said, politely not commenting on how fat she was being in front of him. It wasn't really his fault that he was so thin, or so beautiful.
"Er... hi." She shifted her wide eyes to me, trying to gather her jumbled thoughts. "I guess I'll see you in Trig." She gave me a meaningful look, and I suppressed a laugh. What on earth made her think I needed to hang out with people like her anymore?
"Yeah, I'll see you then."
She waddled away, pausing twice to peek back over her shoulder at us.
"What are you going to tell her?" Fredward murmured.
"Hey, I thought you couldn't read my mind!" I hissed hysterically.
"I can't," he said, startled. Then understanding brightened his gold-black eyes. "However, I can read hers—she'll be waiting to ambush you in class."
I groaned as I pulled off his ¾ sleeve jacket and handed it to him, replacing it with my own. He folded it over his arm.
"So what are you going to tell her?"
"A little help?" I pleaded. "What does she want to know?"
He shook his head, grinning wickedly. "That's not fair."
"No, you not sharing what you know about that loser's private life—now that's not fair."
He deliberated for a moment as we walked. We stepped outside the door to my first class.
"She wants to know if we're secretly dating. And she wants to know how you feel about me," he finally said.
"Yikes!218 What should I say?" I tried to keep my expression very innocent. People were passing us on their way to class, probably staring, but I was hardly aware of anything that lay outside his golden-black aura.
218. Zoiks, Scoob!