But Marie had followed my gaze, and a sly smirk spread across her face. Lowering her voice to a scandalous level, she whispered, “You don’t think her, do you?”
As usual, Talley seemed out of the loop. I could never tell if he was really as dumb as he looked, or if it was just easier for him to play that role. “Who?”
“Jaime Tuttle.” In a sing-song voice, Marie added, “She likes the gay boy. She likes the gay boy.”
I kicked her under the table. “Shut up, will you? Someone’ll hear you and then it’ll be all over school.”
Beside Marie, Talley mumbled, “I’m surprised it isn’t already. Ow!”
Her nails scratched his thick arm like a cat’s claws. “I can keep a secret, Talley,” she snapped. “You of all people should know that.”
I didn’t get a chance to ask what she meant by that—hell, I’m his b
