Chapter 5 - Pamela

Hana proved to be a trickle truther, or maybe I shouldn’t call it that. It just takes her longer to give more details. When I’d given up a chance to hook up with Malcolm to check on her, she’d been vague, saying a guy named Aidan had been hitting on her, and while, at first, she was flattered, she quickly stopped being and left. She’d apologized and said she owed me for making me feel I had to choose a night of fun with Malcolm or checking on her.

Then I found out days later that the guy was, in fact, my archeology teacher, Professor McHottie, I mean McCabe. I couldn’t fathom how anyone could suddenly not be flattered at him flirting. But that just showed Hana was an odd girl. It only made more bizarre when I considered the conversation I partially overheard a few weeks later. It didn’t make any sense. Even as I replayed the one-sided snibits I’d heard in my head.

“Damn it. I really should have checked that before I decided on my university.” Hana had groaned.

“Nothing like that. I