.â
âIâm going to work on an answer for Gabby,â Heather informed us, putting pencil to notebook.
Vanessa started dividing up the advice requests, and I flipped each one over, inspecting both sides.
âWhat are you doing?â she asked.
âNothing,â I said, dropping the piece I was holding. But I continued to eye each slip of paper as she moved it across the table.
âSheâs looking for something,â said Tim, regarding me with the same intensity Iâd been using for the advice requests. Then, his expression cleared and he grinned. âOh, I know what it is.â
âWhat?â Vanessa asked.
âIâm betting a certain secret admirer didnât leave her a note this morning,â he said with a smirk.
âA www!â Heather looked up from her writing. âHe didnât?â
Three sets of eyes were on me. I squirmed and made a face. âPfft. I donât know. I didnât check. I donât care. Whatever.â
I knew. Iâd checked. And as much as I hated to admit it, I cared.
My secret admirer hadnât left me a note.
âMaybe he found out about you and Jefferson,â said Tim, clapping a hand to his cheek in mock surprise. âScandalous!â
I glowered at him. âYouâre enjoying this too much.â
âWell, if heâs the kind of guy who listens to gossip, Brooke doesnât need him, anyway,â said Heather, giving me a reassuring smile. âNow, tell me what you guys think of this response. âDear Betrayed in Berryville, Iâm sorry for what happened. Really, truly. I canât apologize enough for whatââ
âUm . . .â I put a hand on Heatherâs arm. âWe chased off her date; we didnât kill him.â
Heather gave me puppy dog eyes. âBut Iâm really sorry for what happened!â
âI am too,â I said. âBut these are supposed to be anonymous, and Gabby canât know that we know.â
She sniffled. âYouâre right. Plus, itâs probably better if we apologize in person.â
âOkay, so skip the âIâm sorryâ part,â Tim suggested. âAnd get to the advice.â
Heather nodded. âLetâs see . . .â She ran her finger down the page before flipping it over.
âWow,â said Vanessa. âYou were insanely sorry.â
Heather stuck her tongue out at her. âHere we go. âIf theyâre good friends, they probably had the best intentions, but sometimes even those can go wrong. Try talking to them to get the whole story. Iâm sure youâre only hearing half of it, maybe less. And donât worry, if this guy is really worth it, heâll give you a second chance. Everyone makes mistakes. Confidentially yours, Heather.ââ
Tim, Vanessa, and I applauded, and Heather beamed.
âWhoâs next?â she asked.
âHereâs a good one for Brooke.â Vanessa waved a slip at me. âSome kid sprained his ankle so he canât play sports until it heals.â
âWhich is why sports video games were invented,â said Tim.
She smirked. âAnyway, heâs asking if there are any sports that donât require him to be on his feet.â
âSure,â I said with a shrug. âPeople in wheelchairs play soccer, basketballââ
âEven rugby,â added Tim. âAlthough, that might result in more injuries. That sportâs brutal!â
I started crafting my response but paused. âDo you really think my secret admirer stopped writing because of Jefferson?â
My friends all groaned.
âWhat brought that up?â asked Vanessa.
âSports, guys, my secret admirerâs a guy, I wonder if he likes sports, I wonder if he likesme,â I said, laying out my thought process.
âMakes sense,â said Heather.
âDoes it really matter?â asked Tim. âYou donât even know who this guy