being, and turned her into some kind of deity of popularity. I’m not saying anything negative about Miss Normandy. But you just have to remember that no one is perfect. Not even her.”
“Right. I’ll remember that.”
“All right. Feel better.”
“Thanks.” I stood to leave.
“Oh, and don’t sneak into the boys’ dorms again. If you want gossip started about you, that’s the fastest way to get it.”
When I got to my hall, I saw that almost all the doors were open, and everyone was talking.
“What happened?” I asked Madison when I saw her standing against a wall, her hand over her mouth.
“We should have known this would happen eventually.” She was shaking her head and looking upset.
“What happened?”
“Someone else was watching the tapes.”
Julia took over. “There’s this … slow guy who works with the security team, and he usually watches at night. Becca cut some deal with him last year. He usually points the cameras away for a little while or something. I guess he wasn’t the one watching tonight, or something. Or maybe he just doesn’t care anymore.”
Madison wiped the black tears from her cheeks. “At least last year he listened to Becca.”
“Listened to her how?”
Julia shrugged. “I don’t know, she talked to him one time and he agreed to keep quiet about seeing us walk down to the boathouse and everything on the other cameras. He works the overnight shifts on weekends. It was really convenient.”
I’d had no idea I’d been risking so much by going down to the boathouse those few times. I thought it … well, I guess I never thought about it.
“That sucks.” I tried to look sympathetic. “Anyway. I’m going to bed. I’m sorry you guys got in trouble.”
I pushed open my door and went in, threw off my clothes without bothering to find pajamas, and crawled into my stiff bed. A few minutes later, Dana came in. She said nothing, but started laughing. I lay there, without acknowledging her, until she sighed and went silent.
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chapter 22 me
THE DINING HALL THE NEXT DAY WAS AWASH with “FIND BECCA” T-shirts.
I spotted my usual table easily in the sea of pink. I sat next to Blake, and ignored Max.
“Does it ever stop being cold here?” I asked, at a loss for anything else to say.
“Usually in April or May,” said Blake. “So did you hear about the bust last night? Cam and I almost went!”
“Yeah, I heard a little bit.”
“A bunch of people went down to the boathouse last night,” Blake explained to Max. “But apparently a bunch of people got caught. Professor Crawley came down with security guards, and then Crawley chased a bunch of people up to the school.”
“It’s crazy, dude,” Cam said, his mouth full of waffle. “Like fifteen people got a week study hall, and it’s going on their record.”
“I feel like it was more than fifteen.” Blake looked at Cam. “In any case, it’s a lot, and that so easily could have been us.”
Cam’s eyes were wide with the thought of it. “On any other day, it would have been us. I mean—”
Dana ran over before Cam could say whatever he’d been about to. She was wearing one of the pink shirts.
“I have to talk to you, Max.” Her voice was higher than usual, and her words were running together. She looked pleased.
“What?” Max asked.
“Just come with me.”
He followed her out of the dining hall, and the three of us sat watching the doorway until he came back in, looking green. None of us said anything.
Whatever she said, he looked to be taking it very seriously.
When they’d finished, Max came back to us.
“What happened?” Blake asked him as soon as he found his way into the chair.
He ignored her and looked at me. “Dana saw her last night.”
All of us froze, and I felt like I’d been punched hard in the chest.
“Becca.” Blake gasped her name. “She saw her? Where?”
“At the boathouse, apparently. After everyone got caught, Dana stayed behind to hide. When she came out, she says she saw her. Becca told her she’d been about to come into the boathouse when she saw Professor Crawley, and hid.”
Blake dropped her spoon and leaned back and away from her yogurt.
“If she’s back, why won’t she just come out?” she asked. “What’s she doing, just creeping around the beach? Seriously?”
“Come on,” said Max. “Can you not see how this would make perfect sense to Becca? She loves having people think about her. I can completely picture her just shrugging and saying it’s funny to watch everyone wonder.”
Blake nodded. “Okay, yeah, that is true.”
I stood and ran after Dana. I caught up to her in the rotunda, where she was sitting in one of the itchy chairs and writing in a notebook.
“What’s up?” She looked at me with all kinds of smugness in her smile.
“If this isn’t true, you know that it’s really wrong to lie, right? If she wasn’t here, and she’s somewhere else, then everyone will be looking in the wrong place.”
She smiled toothily, and I noticed her canine teeth were sharp and looked threatening. “What’s wrong, new girl, you afraid of what’s going to happen to you and Max?”
“Stop calling me that! And I’m not. But if you’re sure, don’t you think you should tell someone?”
“I was just about to. Is that all right with you?”
“I’m just saying it’s pitch-black out there, and I know you miss her. You were probably drunk, and maybe you just … saw what you wanted to see?”
I didn’t know why I was saying it, or what I expected to gain. I felt my cheeks go hot with embarrassment. Dana’s face, on the other hand, went paler than usual. Her eyes narrowed, and I could hear her heavy breathing.
“Why don’t you just back off? What is wrong with you? It’s like you’re obsessed with her or something!” All of a sudden she was screaming. “You’re just psycho! Aren’t you? You just
