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street lamp, Jack grinned. “I was, wasn’t I?” He lowered his voice, though there was no one nearby to hear. “Don’t tell anyone, but I take drama classes. In town. I’m part of a club. That’s where Giff and I got to be friends.”
“Well, color me impressed.” I patted his arm. “You rocked that. You sounded like you were drunk, and I’m sure it looked like we were making out on the porch.”
“Yeah.” He stood back a little and looked me over, up and down. Although I’d felt safe and comfortable with him up to now, I felt a whole different vibe as he checked me out.
“You know, you ever want to get together for real, no audience...” He let his words trail off, but the suggestion was obvious. I moved closer to Ava.
“Thanks, Jack, and I really do appreciate you doing this tonight, but I think we’re probably meant to be friends.” I ventured close enough to just kiss his cheek. “You just might be too much man for me.”
He smirked and nodded. “Yeah, could be. Okay, you girls all right to get back to your room, or you want me to walk you? I’m going to another party in town.”
“We’re good. Thanks, Jack.” Ava answered for us, and Jack sketched a wave as he jogged off in the other direction.
Ava turned to me. “Want to stop at Beans?”
I pulled my coat tighter around me. “Let’s go back to the dorm. I don’t think I can handle anything else tonight. Being a vixen is exhausting.”
I spent most of the weekend catching up on homework and setting up our new blog. Kristen came over to help me, and I was grateful for her expertise.
“I had an idea.” She was sitting on the floor, shoes off and legs tucked beneath her. “What if we made a Facebook page for our blog, and that’s where we put out the word about wanting girls’ stories? Between that and word of mouth, it could give us a decent start.”
“Sounds good. And I talked to Amy. She’ll run an ad for us on-line, saying we’re collecting stories for research purposes. No names, of course—ours or theirs.” Our school newspaper had gone paperless two years before, and Amy, who was now the editor, had been a driving force in that move. I’d worked with her since my freshman year.
“What is your goal with this blog?” Ava turned around from her desk, studying us. “What do you hope to accomplish?”
Kristen and I looked at each other. “I guess...just raising awareness. Giving girls an outlet for telling what happened to them.”
“It made me feel better to know I wasn’t the only one this happened to, when I talked to Kristen. So maybe it can be helpful to others in that way, too.”
Ava nodded. “That makes sense. You might want to think about promoting it to the guys, too. Seeing the fallout wouldn’t hurt them.”
“Good point.” I made a note. “We need to keep it all anonymous. I don’t want anyone sending us hate mail.”
“True.” Kristen stood and stretched. “I’ll work on the blog set up tonight. You’ll write the intro, the first post?”
“Sure.” I walked with her to the door and jumped back as Giff stood there, his hand raised to knock.
“Whoa.” He looked nearly as startled as me. “Didn’t know I was expected.”
“You weren’t.” I pulled him into the room. “Giff, this is my friend Kristen. Kristen, Gifford Mackay.”
Ava stood up. “Did you bring those forms back to me, Giff?”
“Um, yeah.” Giff glanced at Kristen and then at Ava. “But can I talk to you about them first?”
I gave Kristen a bright, on-your-way smile. “Okay, well, see you in class Thursday! Text me if anything comes up with the project.”
She nodded, looking more than a little mystified as she left. I shut the door behind her with a sigh. My life was getting way too complicated. Giff couldn’t know about the blog, and Kristen didn’t have the full story on Giff’s let’s-get-these-crazy-kids-back-together scheme. And neither of them knew about my revenge plans. It
“Well, color me impressed.” I patted his arm. “You rocked that. You sounded like you were drunk, and I’m sure it looked like we were making out on the porch.”
“Yeah.” He stood back a little and looked me over, up and down. Although I’d felt safe and comfortable with him up to now, I felt a whole different vibe as he checked me out.
“You know, you ever want to get together for real, no audience...” He let his words trail off, but the suggestion was obvious. I moved closer to Ava.
“Thanks, Jack, and I really do appreciate you doing this tonight, but I think we’re probably meant to be friends.” I ventured close enough to just kiss his cheek. “You just might be too much man for me.”
He smirked and nodded. “Yeah, could be. Okay, you girls all right to get back to your room, or you want me to walk you? I’m going to another party in town.”
“We’re good. Thanks, Jack.” Ava answered for us, and Jack sketched a wave as he jogged off in the other direction.
Ava turned to me. “Want to stop at Beans?”
I pulled my coat tighter around me. “Let’s go back to the dorm. I don’t think I can handle anything else tonight. Being a vixen is exhausting.”
I spent most of the weekend catching up on homework and setting up our new blog. Kristen came over to help me, and I was grateful for her expertise.
“I had an idea.” She was sitting on the floor, shoes off and legs tucked beneath her. “What if we made a Facebook page for our blog, and that’s where we put out the word about wanting girls’ stories? Between that and word of mouth, it could give us a decent start.”
“Sounds good. And I talked to Amy. She’ll run an ad for us on-line, saying we’re collecting stories for research purposes. No names, of course—ours or theirs.” Our school newspaper had gone paperless two years before, and Amy, who was now the editor, had been a driving force in that move. I’d worked with her since my freshman year.
“What is your goal with this blog?” Ava turned around from her desk, studying us. “What do you hope to accomplish?”
Kristen and I looked at each other. “I guess...just raising awareness. Giving girls an outlet for telling what happened to them.”
“It made me feel better to know I wasn’t the only one this happened to, when I talked to Kristen. So maybe it can be helpful to others in that way, too.”
Ava nodded. “That makes sense. You might want to think about promoting it to the guys, too. Seeing the fallout wouldn’t hurt them.”
“Good point.” I made a note. “We need to keep it all anonymous. I don’t want anyone sending us hate mail.”
“True.” Kristen stood and stretched. “I’ll work on the blog set up tonight. You’ll write the intro, the first post?”
“Sure.” I walked with her to the door and jumped back as Giff stood there, his hand raised to knock.
“Whoa.” He looked nearly as startled as me. “Didn’t know I was expected.”
“You weren’t.” I pulled him into the room. “Giff, this is my friend Kristen. Kristen, Gifford Mackay.”
Ava stood up. “Did you bring those forms back to me, Giff?”
“Um, yeah.” Giff glanced at Kristen and then at Ava. “But can I talk to you about them first?”
I gave Kristen a bright, on-your-way smile. “Okay, well, see you in class Thursday! Text me if anything comes up with the project.”
She nodded, looking more than a little mystified as she left. I shut the door behind her with a sigh. My life was getting way too complicated. Giff couldn’t know about the blog, and Kristen didn’t have the full story on Giff’s let’s-get-these-crazy-kids-back-together scheme. And neither of them knew about my revenge plans. It
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