For the Record (Record #3)(8)

“Well, don’t feel guilty about what happened. He was the jackass who wrote the article. You didn’t force his hand.”

“I know. I know,” Liz said, cutting her off. “I’m just going to get ready for class.”

“All right. You sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

“Very sure.”

“Well, Daniel said he’d drop us off so we don’t have to walk. Right?” Victoria asked. She turned toward her boyfriend with a smile.

“Sure thing, Vickie.”

Victoria groaned and gave him a death glare. “Not you too!”

Liz couldn’t keep from laughing. What a pair.

After changing into a loose, blue striped button-up tucked into a pair of skinny jeans, with dark heels, Liz tied her hair up into a messy bun and then followed Victoria and Daniel out to the car. They arrived on campus just in time for Liz to get to the newspaper before her class. Liz made plans with Victoria to walk home together, and then she crossed the busy street and in through the back door of the Union. She took the stairs up to the second floor and then rounded the corner to the newspaper office.

She stared at the office with a contented sigh. The newspaper was her sanctuary. She couldn’t even count the number of times that she had walked through these double doors. It was like coming home when she walked into the office.

The paper had already gone out for the day and there were fewer students in the building as a result. That did not, however, mean that it was empty. Students milled around the desks looking over articles, rehashing articles from the morning, drinking coffee, some even frantically working on homework. She even caught a glimpse of Tristan, one of her coworkers in the campaign division last year, diligently laboring on what was likely another incredible piece.

Liz smiled at the familiarity of it all and walked through the bustling room to her office. She heard whispers all around her as more and more people glanced at her. She tried to shrug it off and keep walking.

Just when she made it across the room to her office, Massey stepped in front of her. “Liz!” she said with her normal bubbly personality. Massey was dressed in tight ripped jeans, a plaid button-down, and a North Face vest that she had monogrammed with her initials, like the majority of her other clothes. Liz glanced up and met her eyes.

“Hey, Massey.”

She nodded toward the office. “Can we talk?”

“Sure,” Liz said. Massey entered first and then Liz closed the door behind them.

Massey’s smile dropped as soon as they were in the confines of the office. “What were you thinking? I didn’t want to just go off in front of like everyone, but Brady Maxwell?” Her eyes widened. “I really thought you were the last person to sneak around on Hayden. I mean, y’all dated for like a year or whatever. He’s a good guy. A little uptight, but you seemed to work well together. When I heard, I thought it was a joke, but then after the press conference yesterday, I finally had to accept facts. You cheated on Hayden. Still shocked!”

“Massey, no,” Liz said uncomfortably. “You have the facts wrong.”

“Um . . . I think Brady Maxwell told everyone exactly what happened.”

“No. He said we were together and that we’re together now. We were not together while I was dating Hayden,” Liz said and then immediately felt shitty for the lie of omission. She swallowed the guilt that lodged in her throat.

“Wait, so you guys like broke up or something?”

Liz bit her lip. She hated what she was about to ask, but knew it was a necessity. “Is this conversation . . . off the record?” she whispered.

“Oh!” Massey said, looking guilty. “Yeah, sure.”

So, she had been interested in making this some kind of interview. Great. Liz wasn’t sure how much Massey would have actually written about, but she wanted to err on the side of caution.

“So . . . what happened then?”

Liz took a small breath. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but Brady and I had a relationship two summers ago. I left because I thought that I wanted more than he did. Well, it turned out that I wasn’t the only one. After I told Hayden about what had happened, we broke up and Brady and I ended up getting back together. It’s been a long week.”

“How did you end up getting back together . . . and get him to go public about it?” Massey asked. “I mean if you wanted more before . . .”

“That was actually his idea. It was already out that we’d been together. He wanted to keep us together, and the only way that would happen was to . . . I don’t know . . . claim me.” Liz tried to put on a strong face for Massey. “Plus, I really wanted this. I’ve never been happier.”

“But it was all in secret,” Massey pointed out. “How do you even know it’s going to work out now that it’s out in the open?”

That was the right question, wasn’t it? The only thing Liz could go on was past precedent. She loved Brady. She hadn’t been able to get over him. She wasn’t going to get over him. “I don’t, I guess. I just know how I feel about him and I know how I feel without him. It’s worth it to at least try.”

“But if it fails . . . then it will be all over the news again.”

“True,” Liz said with a shrug. “I’m telling you I can’t imagine my life without him. I’d rather risk a public scandal every day than to look back and wonder what would have happened.”