I shook my head and bit my lip.
“You like him,” Indy said. She wasn’t looking at me like she wanted to strangle me anymore, which I took as a good sign.
“Wel … ” I said, “… yeah.”
Liked him, no. Loved him and wanted to have his babies, um, shit yeah.
Indy smiled. “I knew it!” she yel ed. “That’s great! You have to tel him, I think he—”
“No!” I shouted, “No, I can’t tel him, you can’t tel him either.”
Al y came around by Indy; she was smiling too, “You have to tel him.”
“I’m not going to tel him. No one can tel him.”
“No one can tel who what?”
The voice came from behind us. It was Lee. He was looking at me like I’d crawled out from under a rock.
“Jet’s not a racist, she’s got a big ole crush on Eddie,” Indy announced, al smiles.
I closed my eyes and I felt my face heat up.
When I opened my eyes, Lee was looking at me.
“Strange way of showin’ it,” he said.
“She’s f**kin’ shy. Gets tongue-tied. Says stupid shit,” Tex summed it up quickly.
“Please, can we stop talking about this?” I asked.
“No way!” Al y said, “I’ve been watching Eddie with you and I’m pretty certain—”
“Al y,” Lee cut her off.
“Please!” I cried. “Can we stop talking about this and you al have to promise not to say anything to Eddie.”
“You want him to think you’re a racist?” Indy stared at me like I just beamed down from Mars.
“No! Of course not but… um, yeah. It would make avoiding him easier.”
“You’re loopy-loo,” Tex said.
“Shut up Tex.” Al y came up and put her hand on my arm,
“Seriously, Jet…”
“Please,” I said (or kinda begged).
Luckily, Lee came to my rescue and when he talked, people listened. “Let her be.”
“Lee!” Al y dropped her hand from my arm.
“You al have to promise not to say anything,” I said.
“Sure!” Indy replied quickly, so quickly I thought maybe she was lying. I also saw Lee’s eyes narrow on her and then he shook his head and the crinkles by his eyes deepened. I got the impression that I was in more serious trouble than I’d been in when they thought I was a racist, but that wasn’t even the half of it.
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