“What a bitch, no wonder nobody likes her.”
Sometimes I really hate Niveus.
The best revenge right now is to not let my grades slip. I’m going to get into Yale, then med school, and then I’m going to be the best doctor in the state, whether they like it or not.
Jamie and I work side by side for the rest of the class. He even lets me do most of the Bunsen burner work. After we’re finished, he walks out with me.
“Do you want to come over to my place today, maybe go to the Waffle Palace or something?” he asks. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Whenever something happens, he always wants us to forget and move on, go back to being best friends. I don’t know if it’s Aces, Belle, or something else, but I’m finally seeing through the cracks in Jamie’s seemingly perfect demeanor.
I feel like I’m worth more than that.
“I’m busy,” I tell him.
“Oh.”
We walk and we get stared at but I keep my head up, heels clicking against the marble loudly. I imagine stomping on all of their glaring faces. I am not going to look weak.
“I could walk you home?”
I turn and say, “I have legs, Jamie. I can walk myself home, and I’m sure you can too.” I give him a tight smile, and then I walk out of the school, down the steps, and through the gate. Alone.
The house is empty when I get back.
I go upstairs immediately, opening my laptop and downloading everything Peter sent over.
The first sheet pops up. I scroll, watching as each message is traced back to the origin. Computer 17. Every message that was sent is there.
Just in. Looks like Chi’s not so sweet. Sources say she got caught trying to steal candy. Careful, Chi, don’t want a record Yale will see…—Aces
It’s been two weeks since it happened. Two Tuesdays ago. And I still can’t figure out how the candy ended up in my pocket. I wonder who these sources are. There were other people in the shop, but none I recognized as being Niveus students. Only Jamie. But it doesn’t make sense that he’d ruin his relationship with Belle by posting the later messages about us.Noneof this makes sense.
The next downloaded page comes up on the screen—the dates and times of the logged texts.
Like Peter said, they all happened around ten o’clock.
22:06
22:13
21:57
All on a Sunday or Monday night. Who would have access to theschool at that time? The janitor? The teachers? Anyone could steal a key…
My phone buzzes and I jump.
Is it weird that I’ve never watched The Notebook before?—B
I smile down at her message, feeling guilty for being happy that she texted when Jamie is still obviously upset. A good friend would try to fix his relationship with her… But I don’t have to be a good friend to someone who isn’t one to me.
Yes, really weird, you should change that soon.
I look down at my phone, waiting for her reply.
Maybe I was too forward.
I don’t want her to think I was suggesting she come over and watch it, even though that’s what Iwassuggesting.
I’m regretting sending it.
