Nobody Girl by Leslie Dubois Read Free Book Online Page B

familiar face and realized how he’d lied to her. How he’d so completely and thoroughly lied to her.
     
    They held each other in their emotion filled glare for so long that the other students began to whisper among themselves.
     
    “What’s the matter with him?”
     
    “Is he gonna hit her or something?”
     
    Then, without saying a word, he snatched a sheet of paper off of his neighbor’s desk, took a pencil from the inside of his blazer and started writing.
     
    When the bell rang, Delia collected the papers and started grading immediately so she wouldn’t have to think about what just happened.  As expected, everyone failed the quiz.  Well, almost everyone.  There was one paper that was completely correct.  There was no name on it, but she could give a pretty good guess as to who it was especially since there was a note at the bottom of the page that said, “We need to talk.”
     
    ***
     
    Donna Lee exited the boardroom in a huff after another frustrating meeting. She had worked for The Sport’s Guy magazine for two years and she still never got assigned the stories she wanted.  And she knew exactly why too. It was because she didn’t have a pair of balls dangling between her legs. Either that or because she’d slept with the chief editor one night after a staff party then never returned his calls. She had to remember not to bring the bed into the boardroom.
     
    After slamming her notebook on her desk, she flung herself into her chair with so much force that the chair rolled back and nearly knocked over the cubicle wall. Sliding out the keyboard drawer, she started typing the title to yet another figure skating story. She planned on banging out the story in ten minutes flat then sneaking out to catch the National’s batting practice. She thought by forming alliances with local teams she would be primed to get the scoop on the next big story. Plus their new second baseman had the best ass she’d ever seen.
     
    Just as she finished typing the last few phrases of her story about the upcoming U.S. trials, her cell phone buzzed.
     
    “Where are you?” her sister’s voice yelled.
     
    “I’m at work, why?”
     
    “Meet me at P.F. Chang’s now. It’s important.” Donna Lee was out of her chair and putting on her coat before she even hung up. She knew it had to be something serious if Delia was calling in the middle of the day.
     
    Mere steps away from the door, Jeff Tanner, the chief editor, noticed her trying to escape.
     
    “Ms. Clark, where do you think you’re going?” She hated when he tried to be overly formal and called her Ms. They had shared a bed together for God’s sake. There was no need for titles.
     
    She glared at his red hair and freckled face and wondered what she ever saw in him. Then she remembered. She had just broken up with Kyle and needed to relieve some stress. He was just rebound sex, but he wanted more and caught an attitude when Donna Lee wasn’t interested in anything more.
     
    “Lay off, Jeff. I’m taking my lunch break.”
     
    “You’re not going anywhere until you turn in your story. We need to send it to copy so we can catch all of your mistakes.”
     
    He made it seem like she was the worse writer on staff. He knew good and well that her stories were virtually flawless. She so badly wanted to say that he was her only mistake. Instead, she stormed back to her desk, hit print then said, “There you go,” while waving to the office printer theatrically.
     
    Then she burst through the door onto the street and ran the six blocks to P.F. Chang’s.
     
    “Okay, what’s this about?” Donna Lee said breathlessly, taking a seat across from Delia.
     
    “I’m Mary Kay Letourneau,” Delia said after blowing her nose into her napkin.  Donna Lee couldn’t figure out whether she had been crying or just having one of her stress induced allergy attacks.
     
    “Who?”
     
    “Mary Kay Letourneau, the teacher out in California that slept with her