What Daddy Left Behind
a sickeningly sweet, entirely insincere voice rang out.
I looked down in shock. Dark, oily beef broth and long, yellow noodles were plastered across my chest, soaking rapidly through the thick knit of the turtleneck and burning the sensitive skin underneath.
I looked up, my eyes watering from the heat and the sudden pain.
Standing in front of me was Vanessa, a junior from the business department who had famously harbored a massive, unrequited crush on Lance Hayes since freshman year. She was holding a crushed Styrofoam cup, a cruel, triumphant smirk playing on her glossed lips.