Helen blushes and turns away. With dismay? Embarrassment? I’m pretty sure my mouth is hanging open. Well, it must have been because Ava pushes my jaw up to shut it. How the heck did Cheesecracker know… “How the heck—” I begin.
“It’s the way he holds himself,” Cheesecracker explains, looping an arm around Iymnota’s waist. “That’s a Hamlet stance.”
Helen stands straighter, rigid as a…popsicle. What? I’m not a poet! Then a brilliant idea forms in my mind. Lie, Freak, lie! “I meant how the heck could you think that Helen here is Hamlet?” I shake my head at him. “You ought to apologize for saying she stands like a dude.”
Cheesecracker glowers at me, and I step back. “My bad,” he mutters, but Helen starts to walk away. “Hey, wait, lady!” Helen keeps walking.
I wince. Tigerstar sighs and gives me a restless glance. Her eyes beg me to leave. Ava has stepped away from me to examine Iymnota. The brunette takes a step back and raises an eyebrow, taking in Ava’s scarred face.
“Yes?” Iymnota asks.
“Nothing,” Ava answers, retreating to join Helen, who is now crouched at the fountain water’s side. Something’s up, but now*s not the time to ask. Turning back to Cheesecracker, I point with my eyes to Helen.
“You should apologize.”
Cheesecracker throws his hands up in exasperation. “Fine.” He goes off to join Helen, and Ava slinks back to stand beside me. Her big, brown eyes have locked onto Iymnota. Tigerstar, meanwhile, isn’t looking at Iymnota. I feel like I’m in the middle of some sort of conspiracy. It’s not as fun as it sounds...
"What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Tigerstar replies, immediately, defensively. Nothing my butt! Why did that sound very strange inside my head? At least, it didn't escape outside my head so that three respectable girls would have heard.
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