Rumor Has It. Cindi Myers

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      She picked up the blue leather diary from the bar and flipped it open to the spot she’d marked.

      November 26, 1993. All morning, I couldn’t go anywhere without hearing people giggling and whispering behind my back. Finally, after second period social studies, I’d had enough. I slammed my locker shut and asked Ashly Crumley, who was standing two doors down, what was so damn funny. She just blinked at me and got all huffy. “There’s no need to use profanity,” she sniffed, and prissed away.

      If she’d heard what I was thinking about her just then, her ears would have been burning, I tell you!

      Of course, right then, Alyson walked by and smirked. “I heard you and Dylan had a really good time up on Inspiration Point Saturday night,” she said.

      I rolled my eyes. I didn’t want to ask, but I had to, you know? “What did we do up on Inspiration Point?” I asked.

      She laughed. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. It’s all over town how Old Mullet Face Mullins caught you both stark-naked in the back seat of Dylan’s mom and dad’s Crown Victoria.”

      Honestly, where do people come up with these stories? I was home alone—as usual—on Saturday night.

      Just then, the man himself walked by. Dylan, I mean. He sort of glanced at me and mumbled “Hi,” then hurried away. I stared after him, feeling all sick to my stomach. Couldn’t he even come over and talk to me? Would that have killed him?

      Even after all that, I guess it’s pretty pathetic that I would have gone out with him last Saturday if he’d asked me. I must be insane!

      She shut the book. She’d been crazy, all right. As crazy as any other lovesick teenager. And as Mindy had made her realize, she’d carried a little of that craziness over into her adult life. Why hadn’t she seen before how silly it was to be still mooning over Dylan after all these years? Good thing this opportunity had come up to get over him once and for all.

      The doorbell rang and she jumped, her heart speeding up. She smoothed a hand over her hair and straightened her skirt, then went to open the door.

      For a moment she felt an eerie sense of déjà vu, as she stared at the man who stood on her doorstep dressed in jeans and a T-shirt—the uniform of their high school days. Only the shoulders filling out the shirt were broader now, the thighs beneath the jeans more muscular, the man himself more confident and comfortable in his own skin than that teenager had ever been. He smiled, a look of warmth and welcome. “Hi. You ready?”

      Oh, yeah. She was ready, all right. She collected her purse and followed him outside to a red crew-cab pickup truck. “What do you think about grabbing a bite to eat first?” he asked as he opened the passenger door for her.

      “That sounds good.” She slid across the seat and fastened her seat belt.

      “You’re more familiar with the town now than I am.” He started the engine. “Where should we go?”

      “Where would we have gone in high school?”

      He laughed. “Danny’s Drive-in, I guess. That was the big hangout.”

      She nodded. “Then let’s go there.”

      “You mean, it’s still around?”

      “And it’s still the hangout. Some things never change.”

      They drove the few short blocks to Danny’s. The orange-and-blue neon sign had faded over the years, but the same metal awning stretched out from the squat white building. Modern speakers and lighted menus had replaced the hand-painted signs and drive-in movie relics of their senior year. Dylan steered the truck into an empty bay and rolled down the driver’s-side window to study the menu. “They didn’t have veggie burgers or chicken wraps when I was here last.”

      She laughed. “Even Danny has had to make a few changes to keep up with the times.”

      He leaned out to press the speaker button. “What will you have?”

      “I think I’ll try that veggie burger. And a cherry limeade.”

      He placed their order, then leaned back in the seat and sighed. “I never would have thought this place would have survived the fast-food invasion.” He glanced at her. “I had a lot of good times here when I was a kid. I must have eaten hundreds of Danny burgers.”

      “When I moved here, I couldn’t believe a place like this still existed.” She unfastened her seat belt and turned toward him. “It was one of the few things I actually liked about my new home.”

      He made a face. “I guess there wasn’t much to like for you, was there?”

      “Oh, I was a snob, I’ll admit it.” She shook her head. “As far as I was concerned, this hick place couldn’t compete with the glamour of L.A.”

      “But you see it differently now?”

      She nodded. “I do. Maybe it’s growing older or just growing up.” She smoothed her hand along the seat. “I guess I’ve come to appreciate that sense of…I don’t know…belonging…that a small town can give to some people.”

      “Some people…but not you.”

      She shifted. How could she explain to this man, who wanted nothing more than to settle down forever in his old hometown, that she hadn’t found what she was looking for yet? “I guess maybe I’m not really cut out for small-town life. And this opportunity at Oxford was too good to pass up. I mean, it’s not like I have any real ties here to hold me back.”

      “Sure.” He nodded, his expression guarded. “I’m sure you’ll love it over there. Little Cedar Creek, Texas, will seem pretty pale next to ancient Oxford.”

      She hadn’t mean to insult him, or the town, but that was apparently the way he was taking it. She started to protest, but they were interrupted by the arrival of the car hop with their order.

      Patrice Miller, dressed in cropped jeans and a red Danny’s T-shirt, hooked the tray onto the edge of the window. “Hey, Ms. Reed.” She smiled shyly, showing a row of braces. “How are you?” She glanced at Dylan, a question in her eyes.

      “Patrice, this is Dylan Gates. Dylan, this is Patrice Miller, one of my students.”

      “Nice to meet you, Patrice.” He accepted the bill from her. “So is Ms. Reed a mean teacher?”

      “She’s not too bad.” She looked at Taylor, then back at Dylan. Taylor could almost see the questions bouncing around in her brain. She took the bills Dylan handed her. “I’ll be right back with your change.”

      “That’s okay.” He waved her on. “You keep it.”

      “Thanks.” She turned and darted away.

      Dylan handed Taylor her burger. “I guess it’ll be all over town by tonight that we were out together.”

      She nodded. “Considering how many people saw us leave the reunion together on Saturday, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

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