Wendy decided that if she didn't call Megan in the next hour or so, she might as well staple the words 'worst friend' across her forehead.
How could she have waited so long to call one of her dearest friends? It'd been over a month. A month. There was the insistence from Conner that everything was fine with Megan and he assured she had nothing to fear, but then again, that was Conner. Not the most perceptive when it came to people on an emotional level. Yet, he did know Megan best, dating her for five years and all. Though that was over now, so maybe Conner just didn't want to deal with Megan's feelings at the time. Maybe he knew as little as she did, given his curt responses and shifty eyes every time she asked.
"Gah, this is dumb," she pursed her lips, cell phone shaking in her hand, "Just call. What's the worse that could happen? She found out you've had a crush on Conner since forever and now never wants to speak to you again because it's a violation of some frilly girl code?….actually no, that's not the worse thing that could happen, but it wouldn't be pretty to talk about."
She sighed and looked up her contacts on the cell. What if Megan had found out about her crush on Conner - could that be why she had been avoiding her? Would make sense….but Wendy had never acted on it! She kept it to herself and only ever confided in Marvin…
"Marvin, I swear if you opened your big mouth you are in for a world of hurt," she mumbled as the block letters "CALLING MEGAN" lit up on her screen. Pressing the phone to her ear, she bit at her lip and rubbed at the back of her neck, each passing ring shooting up her nerves exponentially.
When someone finally picked up, Wendy let out a small gasp, anticipating Megan's sweet voice, perhaps cautious and wondering why Wendy would be calling her at nine in the morning….
"Hello?" someone asked. And that someone sounded in no way like Megan. The voice was smooth, deep, young, and definitely male, "Anyone there?"
"Uh…yes! This is Wendy," she smiled widely, hoping that she would seem more chipper on the phone, "Megan's friend. I was wondering if she's around to talk to?"
"Oh…" the voice paused for a few seconds and Wendy's stomach unexpectedly clenched, "…yeah, why else would you be calling, right? She's not in right now, I'm afraid. She's…studying abroad actually and none of us are sure when she'll be returning."
"Studying abroad?" Even though the tightness dissipated at his words, Wendy frowned and quirked an eyebrow. Megan didn't tell her any of this the last time she saw her… "And you're unsure when she's returning?"
"Yeah," the voice replied, "It's kind of a day-in, day-out project, so she could be coming back in a week or in another month. But trust me, when she comes back, you'll be the first to know."
"Okay," Wendy nodded, plopping onto her butterfly chair, "You promise?"
"Yes, I do," the voice affirmed, ringing steady and determined. And while she had no idea who he was, she believed him.
Wait a minute…
"Hey, who are you?" she asked, "You don't sound familiar. This wouldn't be a cover up or anything like that, would it?"
"What? No!" the voice cracked and she could almost feel the embarrassment radiate through the static, "I'm Megan's boyfriend….Logan! Hasn't she talked about me?"
"Boyfriend?" well, today was just whole mess of information, "No, she hasn't spoken about dating or anything like that after her ex…"
"Really?" Logan's voice softened and Wendy realized too late how blunt her words had been, "Oh…well, I'm sure she has her reasons. Like I said, she'll be back. I'll call you when that happens."
"Wait! Don't - " but the call ended before she could get out another word, and Wendy was left wondering just how many more secrets Megan had been keeping from her.