The next morning was rough. I made it my mission to ignore Tom as much as possible and try my best to eavesdrop on his conversations to figure out what he was hiding. For that, I recruited the help of the most perceptive person I knew. My cousin Misfortune.
She glanced at me, “You sure about this?”
“Yes, I’m sure! I’m positive he’s hiding something! I just want to know what!” I groaned.
She nodded, “Alright. I’ll try to see what’s up.”
“Thank you,” I smiled at her.
She nodded, “You’re welcome. You owe me.”
“Owe you what?” I glanced at her.
She grinned, “You owe me, a date with Will.”
“Alright, I’ll try,” I sighed.
She smiled happily, “Thank you!”
She came back a few hours later, humming.
I looked at her, “Well?”
She giggled, “Well… I won’t say anything.”
“What? Why not?!” I groaned.
She hummed, “For a good reason. He’ll tell you when he wants to.”
“Rude.” I huffed, “Then I’m not owing you a date with Will.”
She pouted, “Not fair!”
“Yes, it is! You won’t tell me, so no date with Will,” I grinned.
She huffed, “Whatever. I can get a date with him on my own.”
“Nope. No way that’s happening on my watch,” Bill walked over to us, looking annoyed.
She groaned, “Please? I won’t be mean to him!”
“That’s not what I’m afraid of.”