bad that even Shiner wouldnât make fun of me.
âWho did this?â I tried to demand, but I think it came outsounding more like a pathetic whimper with zero authority. I searched the crowd for a sign of Arlene, but she wasnât there, and I knew that if I didnât pull myself together quickly, it wouldnât be long before I started crying. My mind reeled. I was angry and embarrassed, but I had to maintain control. âWho did this?â I said again, but with more force. I didnât deserve this. Iâd never done anything to anyone, and I didnât deserve to be publicly humiliated. âIf no oneâs going to own up, either help me clean this up or just get on.â I yanked a tampon off to emphasize my point, even though my hands were shaking and I felt like vomiting. When I looked back at the crowd, many were dispersing. Then I locked eyes with Jason. Of all people, he had to see this.
His hazel eyes bore into me, like he was trying to understand me. I couldnât help but stare back, thinking briefly that his eyes looked crushingly sympathetic, like when you see a dog get plowed by a Suburban. His golden-brown hair fell over his forehead, and for a microsecond I felt everything fade away. Then he gave me one of those pathetic smiles, the kind that says, No matter how big a loser you are, we canât help but feel sorry for you . Which made me feel even worse.
Even in the enormity of the situation, I realized I should try to exude some poise. âThat was nice of them to take them out of the wrappers,â I said, flicking one of the tampons.
Ugh . I immediately cringed at myself for always saying and doing the dumbest things.
Jason nodded and said, âThatâs one way of looking at it.â And then . . . he smiled. At me. Jason Andersen looked me right in the eyes and smiled.
The warning bell rang, and everyone finally started to move on. Some last giggles, then someone joked, âAnybody got a tampon?â A few erupted in laughter.
He scratched the back of his head and looked at my locker. He sighed and said, âMan, Thurman. Whoever did this is a real psycho.â He looked back at me. âWell. I guess we better get this cleaned up.â
We? He said we ? I was painfully aware that there was no we when it came to Sara Thurman and Jason Andersen. I stood there paralyzed, wondering what he was going to do next. I half expected him to laugh at meââJust kidding!ââthen walk away, even though I knew Jason wasnât that kind of guy.
The halls had almost completely thinned out when he set his books down on the floor, walked across the hall, and dragged a trash can over to my locker.
âLook,â I said, all weak and shaky and embarrassed. âReally, you donât have to do this.â
And then: Rip! He yanked a Kotex superabsorbent with wings off my locker and dropped it into the garbage.
âOh, my God, Jason, Iâm serious.â Seeing his hands grab that winged monstrosity made everything seem wrong. Even though he might be able to help me realize my Class Favoritedreams, I didnât want him to see me like this. âLook, Iâll take care of it, donât worry. This isnât your problem.â
âItâs not really your problem either. I mean, you didnât ask for this,â he said as he tore off a tampon. Amazing that he just trusted that I didnât do something awful to deserve that. I wasnât sure I would have given the benefit of the doubt just like that.
âAnd if you ask me, whoever did this should totally be expelled.â I couldnât handle any thought of Arlene yet. It was just too awful. Instead, I concentrated on Jason, who was actually talking to me and even sort of being my knight in shining . . . well, in a really cool Hilfiger shirt. But he probably just felt sorry for me.
And then he gave this lookâa half smile with kind eyes, and then one of his