Rumor has it…
Posted March 1, 2007
Fenchurch: **leaving** Bye, Beckham. Nice having you as a lab partner today.
Beckham: Yeah, sure, Fenchurch. See ya around.
Neville: **approaching** Uh-huh. I saw you.
Beckham: And – what’d you see?
Neville: You know –
Beckham: No, what do I know?
Neville: You were getting pretty chummy with Fenchurch during lab. *smirk*
Beckham: Whaddya mean? I was just talking, being polite. Passing the time. We got put together as lab partners today, since Dem’s out sick.
Neville: Yeah, wasn’t that convenient.
Beckham: Hey, I had nothing to do with that. Teacher made that call.
Neville: See if Dem believes that. Not that I need to tell her. She knows by now, I’m sure Dorothy sent her a text message while we were in class. *smirk again*
Beckham: Sh*t. I told you she’s mouthy.
Neville: Well, it was hard to miss. You two over there, laughing together –
Beckham: All I did was tell some dumb joke. She laughed, I laughed.
Neville: I’m just telling you what other people saw –
Beckham: Aw, screw what other people saw, or what they think. If they’d just mind their own business –
Neville: I just report, I don’t pass judgment on you. More like a warning, actually. See if Dem’s on the warpath when we get home.
Beckham: “We”? Naw, I’m not ready for that right now. Maybe later. I’ll come over later. **trying to think** Tell her I had to go to the library. Tell her my computer’s down at home. I left my phone somewhere. I’ll come over later.
Neville: Suit yourself. Can’t say I blame you. But you’re just putting off the inevitable.
Beckham: I’ve just gotta have some time.
Neville: Okay. See you later.
Beckham: **thinking** Yeah, why not go to the library… it’ll be the truth, anyway…
And what will Beckham do when he gets there?
It appears that Zimta’s gift to Shakkyo has borne fruit – if that’s what she wanted!