He quirks an eyebrow up, then grabs the casserole dish and fork right out of my hands.
“Hey—”
He shoves a massive bite into his mouth. “Is it bad?” he asks, gesturing to my leg.
“Just sore. I’m fine.”
Better than it was before the hot springs, at least.
He settles in the chair across from me, his eyes glued on me while he chews.
“I saw that post about you and DL.”
Fucking fantastic.
I pull the fork right out of his mouth. He grunts a protest while I say through gritted teeth, “Get your own.” I stab a piece of congealed cheese even though I’ve lost my appetite.
Mitchell shakes his head slowly. “So itistrue,” he mutters. “How did Clara take it?”
A scornful half laugh escapes me, and I drop the fork on the worn wooden table where we’ve shared meals and games of chess and heated debates since we were kids. I bury my face in my hands, unable to meet his eyes.
After a beat he sighs. “Yeah, I figured as much.”
It takes me a minute to steady my breathing. To work up the courage to ask Mitchell something so pitiful. “Did she ever talk to you about me? About what happened?”
“No.”
It’s like taking a bullet.
But after a thoughtful silence he continues. “You know Clara. She doesn’t talk about anything that hurts.”
I hate that he’s right because it means he gets her. They really are close.
When I don’t respond, he quickly changes the subject. “I really thought these posts were a joke, but this Legacy Lore account is out for blood.”
My voice comes out muffled through my palms. “Tell me about it.”
“Have you seen the new ones?”
Through the slats of my fingers, I watch him pull out his phone. He shows me the account, and I straighten to read them.
@LEGACY_LORE: Meet Nicole Kelly: This scholar and athlete is determined to win at all costs. That cutthroat ambition will get you far… or get you caught. More soon
Caught? That can’t be good…
And the next one.
@LEGACY_LORE: Meet Amaya Masters: This leading lady with a powerhouse voice just may be Woodhurst’s very first Broadway star someday! But a spotlight is unforgiving—just like this drama queen when she doesn’t get her way. More soon
How does this person know half this stuff—whatever it is?
She always knows everything about everyone.
Is it possible Delaney’s doing this? She wanted to tell Clara, and I asked her not to… Maybe this was her way of forcing the issue.
I scroll back to the post about me.
But given his mysterious absence from the course this season and earning more than a few failing grades, is the Golden Boy starting to tarnish outside of his small pond?