Understudy by Cheyanne Young

Author:Cheyanne Young [Young, Cheyanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00IGRK2PC
Publisher: 336Love
Published: 2014-02-14T00:00:00+00:00

My history teacher finds a way to incorporate talking about the used Corvette he just bought into his lecture on the Civil War for the third day in a row. I rest my chin in my hand to stop from yawning. He bought a Corvette to celebrate his divorce. We get it. No need to bring it up every freaking day.

When he goes from talking about actual horses to the horsepower in his car, I raise my hand and ask to go to the restroom. A boring walk down the hallway is still more stimulating than listening to him brag about a used midlife crisis accessory.

After a ten minute stroll, I actually do go to the bathroom. Nydia Baker stands at one of the sinks, applying powder to her forehead.

“Did you see the drama?” she asks when I come out of the stall.

“What drama?” I wash my hands as she applies lip-gloss in the mirror.

“Some kid got arrested.”

I lift an eyebrow. “Where?”

“Here,” she says excitedly. “Like, two cops showed up and handcuffed him in class. It was in the class across the hall from mine so I saw it after it happened.” She closes her compact and shoves it back in her purse. “I bet it’s terrifying to be sitting in class and have a cop walk in and take you away.”

“Wow.” Our rinky-dink security guard doesn’t even carry handcuffs, let alone a gun. I’ve never seen an actual police officer in school before. “He must have done something bad.”

She shrugs. “Apparently he wasn’t doing anything in class, so no one knows why he got arrested. Still, it’s pretty big news for our tiny ass town.”

I nod as a twinge of uneasiness falls over me. “Do you know who it was?”

“No, but he looked like someone who’d get arrested. Long hair. His jeans had rips in them even though that’s against dress code. That sorta thing.”

The uneasiness morphs into a nausea in the pit of my stomach. She can’t possibly mean Derek. As I head back to class, I run through all the guys in school who have long hair. I can think of three other guys besides Derek, but only one is also a senior and could have a class in the same senior hallway as Nydia.

I take that tiny bit of hope and cling to it like a life vest. It’s not Derek. It’s totally not Derek. Although, I was the person who ignored four texts from him last night so I guess I shouldn’t care if he got arrested.

After the bell rings, Margot catches me walking to my next class. Her arm hooks around my elbow, her long perfect waves of hair falling over my shoulder.

“Did you hear the news?” She says as we perform the hallway shuffle through dozens of other students heading to their next class.

I don’t say anything. I just look at her, hoping to god that she’s talking about some new sale a Sephora or a crazy celebrity gossip story. Her lips hold back a smile as she projects a faked frown of sympathy for me.

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