Coming back to class after what happened was weird. Everybody stared at me as I crossed the corridor, faint whispers reaching me.
"She was always weird… But this weird? And look at her fiance… How can he just accept it, when his fiancee behaves like that? Publicly, no less…"
"Ignore them," Marty said, as we were walking side by side, my hand on his arm, surrounded by his friends. "They'll find something more interesting to discuss. Eventually."
"Don't you care?" I asked. "They're talking about you, too."
"No," Marty said, shrugging slightly. "I only care about what my family and my friends think. And you. As long as they know their place and don't criticize me openly, it's fine."
"And if they do?" I asked.
"Then I challenge them to a duel," Marty said. "But they wouldn't dare."
Ah.
