“Yeah. I took over this past semester when Calleigh decided to take the job with y’all, and I’m continuing through my senior year,” he told them.
“We were lucky to get Calleigh,” Rick said.
“I think the last editor y’all got from Chapel Hill was Mr. Stewart,” Calleigh said with a giggle.
Jenny rolled her eyes. “Let’s not even bring him up.”
The group laughed, all sharing a private joke that neither Liz nor Hayden understood. She was getting tired of being anonymous and was about to speak up, when Trent noticed her.
“Hey,” Trent said, “aren’t you that girl who asked Senator Maxwell his last question?”
Liz flushed with pride. She knew it was a good thing, but it felt odd that a reporter for the Charlotte Times had noticed her.
“Uh…yeah,” she said. She took a step forward and stood next to Hayden.
“Sorry,” Hayden apologized. “This is my reporter, Liz Dougherty.”
“Well, great job,” Trent said.
“Yeah, she’s great, right?” Calleigh said, finally including her in the group. “Lane really knows how to pick ’em.”
Liz pushed the implication in her words out of her mind. She didn’t care one bit that Calleigh was probably talking about herself. Liz tried to look unruffled.
“That was a stellar question,” Jenny told her, leaning forward. “It’s nice to see the college papers asking bold questions.”
“Yeah,” Trent agreed, looking her up and down. “Bold.”
“I guess I didn’t realize how bold it was at the time,” Liz admitted with a shrug.
She took a sip of her drink. She couldn’t believe where she was and what she was doing. It was pretty amazing.
“Well, it was bold, all right,” Monique said, twirling her hand in the air dramatically.
“I thought it was a great question,” Hayden interrupted. “The kind of questions we need to be asking. Not those questions about his age and his past runs. We all know he’s young. That’s obvious. What people don’t know about is his record. I bet we’ll be hearing a lot more about it in the coming months.”
There was the Hayden she knew. He had all these lofty ideals about how journalism should run; whether it ran that way or not was still up in the air, but he tried to keep things as idealistic as possible. She thought his philosophy kept things at the paper honest, and she appreciated the sentiment.
“Of course it was a great question,” Calleigh said. “You guys should take a seat.”
Calleigh reclaimed her seat, leaving just enough room for one person.
Liz stood off to the side as Hayden took the empty spot. Trent sent her a come-hither look and moved over so she could sit next to him. Liz tried desperately to avoid eye contact.
Hayden noticed she was still standing and nudged Calleigh over. Her green eyes glanced up at Liz, and she thought she saw a flicker of frustration.
Calleigh reluctantly moved down the booth, and Liz sat down next to Hayden. She sipped on her drink thoughtfully. Hayden had stuck up for her, and she appreciated it.
“Before y’all showed up, we were talking about Senator Maxwell. What do you know about him?” Calleigh asked, her mouth quirking up at the side as she looked from Hayden to Liz.
“Probably not as much as you do,” Hayden said. “What have you heard?”
“Oh, nothing really,” she said, waving her hand.
“Come on, Calleigh. You said you knew his sister,” Rick prompted.
“Well, I don’t really know her,” she said with a smile. “I just know about her through a reputable source—my sister.”
“Isn’t his sister still in high school?” Liz asked. She remembered the biography she had read the night before.
“Yes,” Calleigh replied. “She is, but she’s graduating this year.”
“What is a high schooler going to tell you about her brother that isn’t already in the papers?” Monique asked. “I’ve heard he has a pretty clean slate.”
“I heard he was engaged,” Calleigh got out quickly. “Called the wedding off because she didn’t have enough money or something…wouldn’t fit into the family mold.”
Liz narrowed her eyes. She hadn’t seen anything in her research about his being engaged. Sounded like a rumor to her.
Hayden stretched and bumped Liz’s knee with his own. She peeked up at him when he didn’t move it away, but he was looking at Calleigh. Strange mixed signals.
“Is that all?” Trent asked. “That’s not news, Calleigh. That’s gossip.”
“I don’t believe he’s as clean as he comes off. He’s a politician! How is this guy winning?” She humphed.
Jenny giggled then. “Did you not get a good look at him?”
“You don’t get a picture of him at the polls,” Calleigh grumbled.
“You don’t forget that face when you’re voting,” Jenny said with a smirk.
“I would hope that some people would vote for a person based on their policies and the kind of person they are, rather than on their looks,” Calleigh spat back.
“I just hope people vote,” Liz muttered under her breath.
“Preferably just the educated,” Calleigh said.
Liz glanced away, not wanting to have this conversation. She had very strong opinions about this, and bringing it all up wouldn’t be in her best interest.
“Oh, come on, Calleigh. Cut that crap,” Hayden jumped in. “You don’t honestly think we shouldn’t let people vote if they haven’t gone to college.”
“But that’s such a low bar, Lane.”
“You’re such an elitist,” he said, shifting his weight closer to Liz.
“All right…high school diploma, but I really think you’re selling America short,” she said.
Liz wanted to keep her mouth shut. She swore she would. It wouldn’t help anything to speak up, but…but she just couldn’t stay quiet.
“I think you’re selling America short by assuming that because people didn’t go to college or never finished high school, they aren’t able to form their own opinions about how they want this country or their community to run. Those are antiquated ideals, and if you looked more closely into the research on political campaigns, you would see that even without the same base of information, the majority of people know what is going on in this country. To say they shouldn’t vote because they’re not like you is…reprehensible,” Liz said.