Hope nodded. “I heard that Spencer had his head shoved into the toilet, and it was posted on social media. I asked him about it, and he refused to answer. Then there was talk over some social media post that was an unflattering caricature of Spencer. He’s been the brunt of jokes ever since. I have to admire the way he ignores the taunts.”
“And Callie has stood by and said nothing?” Cade hadn’t met the girl and he already disliked her.
“Apparently so. There’s been other stuff happening, too, whispers and laughs in the hallway whenever Spencer is there. He hasn’t complained or reported anything. I don’t think the staff know the half of it.”
“Poor kid.” Spencer had Cade’s sympathy.
The band started to play the school song, and spontaneous applause arose from the crowd as the Oceanside Eagles charged out of the locker room and ran onto the field.
Everyone in the stands leaped to their feet and cheered for what was sure to be a good game against a worthy opponent. Despite their undefeated record, Oceanside wasn’t a favored win against the rival Montesano Bulldogs.
Cade had the feeling Spencer wasn’t favored to win, either.
Chapter 11
Spencer parked in front of Callie’s house. While she’d agreed to be his date for the homecoming dance, she’d gone out of her way to make him regret ever agreeing to help her. It was hard to believe that at one time they’d been friends. Whatever it was they’d shared when they were younger was over, only he’d been too infatuated with her to accept the truth of it.
Ever since word had gotten out that she was his date, he’d been the brunt of every joke. In the days leading up to the dance, he felt like an outcast. He would forever be grateful to Joel and Brian, his true friends, who had stuck by his side. But neither of them was attending the dance, so Spencer was on his own.
Before his foolish mistake of asking Callie to homecoming, he had been so smitten he wasn’t able to see past her beauty and charm. Since then, his eyes had been opened, and he had a clear view of Callie’s personality. She was nothing close to what she’d once been. Because he took great pride in being a person to keep his word, he’d followed through with his end of the bargain.
The big ask had to do with her twin brother, Ben. For the last couple months since school had started, she’d noticed an alarming change in his behavior. Determined to discover the source, Callie made it her mission to find out what she could about it.
Which was when she had found a bag of pills in his backpack. Ben had caught her in his room, going through his stuff, and had been furious. He’d refused to tell her who gave him the drugs and insisted she mind her own business. That hadn’t stopped Callie, however. She’d been determined to expose whoever was responsible, and she had her suspicions. All she needed was confirmation. For that she required Spencer’s help.
Callie needed Spencer to hack into Ben’s computer for evidence, convinced he would find a trail, either there or on Ben’s phone. She’d determined this by the protective way Ben hid both from her and from everyone else. Spencer had given it his best effort and come up blank. Because of that, Callie felt that he’d failed her.
Strengthening his resolve, Spencer climbed out of the car and headed to Callie’s front door. The dance was sure to be her most opportune moment to complete his humiliation.
Spencer was determined not to let that happen.
He stepped back after he rang the doorbell and waited. Her father answered the door and looked at Spencer before a huge grin spread across his face. “Spencer!” He slapped him hard against his back. “Callie didn’t mention you were her homecoming date.”
That didn’t come as any big surprise.
“It’s been a while since we’ve seen your mom and dad. How are they doing?”
“They’re good.” He didn’t elaborate.
“The last time I talked to your dad he was telling me about the two of you working on his old car. How’s that going?”
“We’re finished.”
Bill Rhodes’s eyes went from Spencer to the car parked on the street. His eyes widened in appreciation.
“That’s the 1965 Dodge Dart?” he asked. “Wow, I can hardly believe it. You two put a lot of work into it.”
“We did.” The car was Spencer’s prized possession, especially after all the time he and his dad had spent on it.
“That Dart was your dad’s first car.”
“It’s mine now. We rebuilt the engine.” He didn’t mention it’d taken months to get everything they needed to make it purr as it once had.