Lea's Truth

And here it came. I was apparently the only one who had noticed the strange energy between Molly and Lea tonight, because everybody else was refilling their drinks or chatting quietly with their neighbor, but I was sure of it. All in a huff over Jack's noise about her socks, Molly had lobbed the question at the other person present who was putting her in a similar mood.

Lea passed a second, gauging her classmate’s energy. “Fine. Truth,” she said. It was so cold that the boys looked like they were clueing in to what I had noticed out in the hallway.

Molly crossed her arms, and then her legs. It was the most closed off a person could fathomably be. “Is it true you sent Dr. Rather nudes?” she asked, looking very pleased with herself.

Lea's eyes went wide as saucers. “Who told you that?” she said. “I'm serious. Who the fuck told you that?”

“So it's true,” said Molly.

Jack craned, like he was trying to get a look at Lea's body. “Who's Dr. Rather?” he asked.The shape of her romper made it very possible. Lea was a health nut. She had washboard abs and didn't mind showing them off, in most situations. Now she slouched, trying to hide herself from us.

“One of the psych profs,” muttered Lea. “I did not fucking send him nudes. Who's saying I did?” But she had an expression that made her look like she was losing a war. There was something there.

“Literally everyone,” Molly said. “All last week after 205, it's all anyone could talk about.”

The tips of Lea's ears went red. It was a dramatic contrast to her blue and green locks. “I didn't send him anything,” she said. “Somehow, he found my private instagram and followed me on it. And, okay, yeah, there are some… spicier pictures on there. But I didn't send them to him! I didn't even tell him the name of my profile, I don't know how he found it!”

Then there was a moment of silence between them. The boys watched, fascinated. Probably trying to think of a way to find that private profile. Molly sorted through everything she just heard, and, I could tell, wasn't convinced. Neither was I. There was something more there.

“Fine, fuck it. It's your go,” said Molly. We shared a look. Talk more about this later, it said. I resolved to have a sleepover in Molly's room when the night was over.

Lea scanned the circle for who hadn't been picked yet. “Jack,” she said. “Truth or dare?”