Enjoying Life with 3 Dogs, 2 Kids & an ADHD Husband.

       The second I set foot inside the cafeteria the next morning, I could feel the tension crackling in the air.  The buzz and whispers were back—and with tsunami-like force.  

            I paused, inhaling slowly and forcing a smile.  Maybe it was just my nerves.  After all, they were understandably twitchy from my scheduled B&E debut later today.  But then my gaze caught on a nearby table. The cluster of girls sitting there glanced up at me before consulting their cell phones and dissolving into fits of giggles.  Great. Something was definitely up, and whatever it was?  Not really doing much to xanax my whole jittery thing.

            I stalked over to where Cody was slamming his own cell phone shut and flung my backpack on the table.  “Let’s see it,” I said, thrusting out my hand.

            He tried to push the phone into his pocket, but I grabbed his wrist. His cheeks flamed; he looked like a kid who’d just been caught reading porn by his mom.  “Look, why don’t you just let this go?” he said.  “I think you’ll feel better if—Hey!”

            I wrestled the phone out of his grasp and flipped it on.  “Give me a break.  I’m going to see whatever’s making everyone act all freaky sooner or later.  Let’s just get it over with.”

            He hesitated with his hand hovering over mine, but one look into my determined eyes and he caved.  “Fine.  But don’t say I didn’t warn you.  Here.”  He pressed a few buttons.  Seconds later, a photo popped up. 

            The identity of the couple on the tiny screen didn’t register right away—only that the girl’s skirt was pushed up to her waist while her bare legs were wrapped around a guy’s back.  A naked guy.  “What the heck…?” It was then I started noticing the details.  The silver go-go boots, the white tube top.  The red hair.