“You’re so stupid.” I take the phone into the hall, sit on the floor with my back to the wall, and flatten my feet against the opposite wall. Tessa used to shimmy up the wall by pushing with her feet and wriggling her back. She called it the spider. As a kid I was always too short, but Tessa would put me in her lap and we’d spider together. “That was crazy,” Reeve says. She lets out a small laugh. “What did your boss say?” “Nothing.” “You didn’t get busted, though, right?” “Right,” I lie. “I quit. I hated that job anyway.” “Did security give you her number?” “What?” Reeve goes, “She’s a dyke. She had our backs, girl.” She did? I guess I was too freaked out to register her on my gaydar. “She wanted you bad.” “Oh, sure.” Reeve laughs softly. The laugh fades and she says, “I want you bad.” I stutter a breath. “Can you come over?” She doesn’t answer. “What time tomorrow can we pick up our caps and gowns?” she says. “Do you know?”
