Chapter 79 Nellie
Nellie
Mom thinks she’s so smart, but really, she’s so not. She’s such a freaking idiot, it’s almost funny.
She burst into my room this morning, carrying a plate of hot Pop-Tarts, grinning like a psycho. I could tell she wanted to dig more out of me about my date with Luke. As if that’s happening. I’m not telling her shit.
“What do you want?” I asked, bunching my comforter around me.
“You don’t have to always be so tacky, Nellie.”
She traipsed across the room with the plate, placed it on my nightstand, then plopped down on the edge of my bed.
“I didn’t get the chance to tell you this last night, because you ran up the stairs the sec you got home, but Monica called with an update about Blair.”
“And?”
“Well, apparently, Blair was alert enough to point to the letter j on a sheet. When the police asked who did this to her.”
Mom’s ridiculous grin appeared again. “Isn’t that just great news?”
Why? I wanted to shout. Because you still think I’m the one who did this to Blair?
“Could be that Jane girl? I mean, no one’s saying that but…”
J, as in Jo. Nellie Jo. Blair’s little nickname for me.
I’m not off the hook at all. Blair would honestly love nothing more than to lay this at my feet.
I eyed Mom, wanting to tell her, to throw her off her game, put her back to walking on eggshells, but I decided to wait. I was still basking in the glow from my date with Luke. It was so great that I didn’t even have the energy to fuck with Mom, deal with getting her all keyed up again.