“Sure you do, Thorny.”
I rolled my eyes and opened my book. A minute later, when Connor hadn’t left, I closed it again.
“What do you think of Lizzie?” I asked.
“I think she probably got lost.”
“No, not about her vanishing. About Lizzie as a person.”
“I don’t think anything about her,” Connor said.
“You must think something. You were part of that group when you were in high school.”
“Not like Lizzie and Rush were. I played football because I grew up thinking I had to. I didn’t like it much. And I wasn’t very good.”
“You don’t miss it?”
Connor laughed. “Not even a little bit.”
“Rush does.”
“Rush thought football was going to be his life.”
That was true. My brother had thought he’d get into Ohio State on a full football scholarship. They didn’t even want him on the team. Maybe, probably, he could have gone somewhere else and played, but his stupid jock pride wouldn’t let him. Now, he wasn’t playing football anywhere and taking classes at the community college.
“What’s going to be your life?” I asked Connor.
“I’m majoring in electrical engineering. So I guess at the moment, it’s that.”
“Sounds sort of boring.”
“I’m having way more fun than I ever did on the field.”
The whole conversation was weird. Connor had been hanging around my house since I was twelve, but I’d never talked to him so much at once. Rush had always kept his friends separate from me.
“I don’t believe you weren’t in love with Lizzie,” I said after a while. “Everyone was.”
Connor looked at me and seemed genuinely curious. “Why are you so sure of that?”
“She was perfect.”
“She was just a girl. And not really my type. Honestly, she was kind of dull.”
“Then you’re, like, the only person on the planet who thinks so.”
“Don’t confuse being popular with being interesting,” Connor said.
That made me pause for a second, even though I was positive Connor was lying. A girl like Lizzie was everyone’s type, and anyone who said otherwise was making an excuse for why she never chose him.
“I met her boyfriend tonight,” I said. “Enzo. He seemed sad.”
“I’d hope so. His girlfriend disappeared.”
I suddenly desperately wanted to be alone. I wanted to keep reading my book. I wanted to think about everything Enzo had said to me. I stood up.
“I’ll check on Rush in the morning, OK? Thanks for bringing him home.”
“No problem,” Connor said.
I watched him walk down the street to his car and wondered if it was possible he actually meant the part about Lizzie not being his type. Were there people who were immune to her charms? It seemed more unlikely than the existence of werewolves.
Chapter 10
Day Seventeen
The search parties started to lose their enthusiasm. At school, people talked about Lizzie’s disappearance as if it had happened in the distant past. Every once in a while, Lizzie’s mom went on TV, begging anyone who had any information about her daughter to come forward. That was the saddest part. Other people could forget about Lizzie, but not Ms. Lovett. She’d always feel the pain of her daughter’s disappearance and the pain of watching everyone around her slowly stop caring.
I thought about calling Ms. Lovett. I knew how stupid it was, which is why I only thought about it. But I wanted her to know someone still had Lizzie on their mind. And I wanted her to know Lizzie was in a better place, which didn’t mean dead but out in the woods where she belonged. But I couldn’t say that, because people didn’t agree with the notion of werewolves, which had become increasingly awkward for me.
Like when Mychelle Adler came up to my locker and said, “So I hear you think Lizzie Lovett turned into a werewolf.”
“Where’d you hear that?”
“Is it true?” Her expression said that she really, really wanted it to be true, because then she could make fun of me forever.
School had been bad enough since I’d read my Griffin Mills essay. For years, I’d been mostly ignored for being weird and nerdy. The essay made it different. People started actively making fun of me. It was hard to walk into school every day knowing I was going to be mocked. I didn’t get why everyone was treating what I wrote like it was a huge insult. I didn’t think I was the only one who wished she’d grown up somewhere else.
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you there’s no such thing as werewolves?” Mychelle asked.
“Didn’t your parents ever tell you opinions should be left to people with brains?”
For a second, I thought Mychelle might hit me. It would have been an extremely unexpected addition to my day and slightly fascinating, because I’d never been in a fistfight. But she backed off.
“Watch yourself, Hawthorn Creely.”
I burst out laughing. “Seriously? Watch myself? Are we in the remake of Mean Girls?”
Mychelle gave me one last unamused look and went on her way. The good thing was I didn’t have any classes with her for the rest of the day. The bad thing was Griffin Mills High School was pretty small, and there were plenty of other people I had to avoid.
• • •
“If you didn’t want people making fun of you for thinking Lizzie’s a werewolf, then you shouldn’t have told anyone you think Lizzie’s a werewolf,” Emily said at lunch.