Have you finished your column for tomorrow's headline?" It was Vee. She came up beside me, jotting notes on the notepad she carried everywhere. "I'm thinking of writing mine on the injustice of seating charts. I got paired with a girl who said she just finished lice treatment this morning.
Becca FitzpatrickI loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get.
Becca FitzpatrickGosh, it was nice talking to you, but Iโve got a lot of things Iโd rather be doing. Like sticking my hand in the garbage disposal.
Becca FitzpatrickPatch? Whatever happens, I love you." I wanted to say more, those three words painfully inadequate for the way I felt about him. And at the same time, so simple and accurate, nothing else would do.
Becca FitzpatrickYour file was empty. Nothing. Not even an immunization record.โ He didnโt even pretend to look surprised. He eased back in his seat, eyes gleaming obsidian. โAnd youโre telling me this because youโre afraid I might cause an outbreak? Measles or mumps?โ โIโm telling you this because I want you to know that I know something about you isnโt right. You havenโt fooled everybody. Iโm going to find out what youโre up to. Iโm going to expose you.โ โLooking forward to it.โ I flushed, catching the innuendo too late.
Becca Fitzpatrick