Page 341 of Ruthless Court
“Is that your date or did you pick up a homeless person?”
I rip the hood back.
“Very funny.”
Then pull a Twizzler from my bag and launch it.
Noah catches it against his chest.
For half a second, nobody reacts.
Then the room erupts.
“YO.”
Eli nearly drops his bowl.
“No way.”
Jalen points at me from the floor.
“Bookworm!”
Another guy shoots to his feet.
“That’s Footnote?”
I stare at them.
“What is happening?”
Eli looks genuinely delighted.
“Footnote in the flesh.”
“I have a name.”
Noah points the Twizzler at me.
“Tortoiseshell.”
“Use that and lose an eye.”
“Definitely her.”
The guy beside Jalen leans forward.
“Yo, you’re like a celebrity.”
I look around the room.
At the men currently appearing on sports broadcasts, campus posters, social feeds, and whatever highlight reels people watch instead of sleeping.
“Me?”
“Yes, you.”
“You people have your faces on banners.”
