laughed. “Fine. Fair enough. I’m sorry I questioned your right to text.”
“Whatever. I like George. I think. Despite his tendency to talk about old wars and his bad choice in friends.”
“If that’s not a ringing endorsement...” I joked.
Fleur chucked her pillow at me. “Laugh all you want. I’m trying here. You told me to find a nice guy. I’m trying to find a nice guy. It’s not as easy as it looks.”
Tell me about it.
“What about you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, now that the Hugh thing is over, what’s next? Any cute guys on the horizon?”
I grimaced. “Not even kind of.”
Fleur sighed, leaning back on her bed. “We’re a fine pair, aren’t we?”
Yep, we both put the “fun” in dysfunctional when it came to romance.
It was now or never. “I need to talk to you about something. I don’t want you to freak out and I hate having to tell you this, but I also don’t want you to hear it from anyone else.”
“Okay.”
“There’s a rumor going around here that Costa had to transfer out of the International School because his parents found out he got a girl pregnant while he was a student.”
Fleur paled.
“No one knows who it is,” I continued, “and it’s a really quiet rumor. But I thought you should know.”
“Oh my god.”
“No one knows it was you. And with Costa gone, there’s a good chance no one will ever find out.”
Fleur shot me a horrified look. “This cannot be happening. That was over a year and a half ago. How are they just now finding out about it? How did they find out about it at all? Why the hell do they even care?”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Do you know how bad it will be if this gets out? You’ve seen what the gossip here is like. Let’s be honest, people hate me. This is exactly the kind of story that’s going to spread around school like wildfire.”
She was probably right about all of it, and I had no idea what to say to make her feel better.
“You can’t freak out. You don’t even know if anyone knows it was you. Costa may not have told anyone. And besides, even if it does get out, you have nothing to be ashamed of. What happened to you could have happened to anyone. No one has the right to judge you for having sex with your boyfriend. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Someone thinks I did.” Fleur reached into her bag and took out her phone. She pulled something up on the screen and handed it to me.
Shock filled me at the words on the screen. It was an email from an account that looked anonymous. The email was two lines.
I know your secret. Fifteen thousand pounds buys my silence.
I met her gaze. “That’s almost thirty thousand dollars. When did you get this?”
“A couple days ago.” Fleur’s expression was grim. “I thought it was a stupid prank or something. I didn’t know what secret it could be referring to. But if someone knows about the baby, maybe this is related.”
“Do you think it’s from Natasha?”
Costa’s current girlfriend hated Fleur. If I were going to start somewhere, I would start with her. I didn’t know if she’d ever figured out that Costa had been fooling around with Fleur last year, but if she had, it would be a game changer.
“I don’t know. She definitely hates me enough. I thought about confronting her, but if it isn’t her, I don’t want her to realize she could have ammunition on me. I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of thinking I’m rattled by this.”
Her words were tough, but the look on her face said it all. Fleur was hanging on by a thread.
“You can’t tell anyone. I’m not ready for anyone else to know about it yet.”
“Not even Samir?”
“No one can know. Promise me.”
“I think it would be better if you have help with this. But if you don’t want me to say anything, I won’t. What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know.” Tears welled up in Fleur’s eyes. “I can’t talk about it. I can’t talk about the miscarriage. I can’t talk about any of it. You don’t know what it was like. No one does.” A sob escaped. “I just want to move on. I want to put all this behind me and move on. I thought it would be easier with Costa gone. But no matter how hard I fucking try, I feel like my life is defined by this one thing.”
I hurt for her. I joined her on the bed, wrapping my arms around her while she cried.
“It’s going to be okay,” I whispered. “We all have your back. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. You’re right—what happened is no one’s business. But you have people who love you, and you aren’t alone in this.”
Fleur wiped at her eyes, pulling away from me. “Thank you. I know. It’s just hard.” She sighed. “Do you think I don’t know people talk about me? That every time I enter the room everyone whispers about how I’m the girl who overdosed last semester. They all think the worst of me. They all think I’m just some party girl who deserves everything that’s happened.”
Fleur wasn’t well-liked, and she definitely had a reputation. It was tough. She was easily the most beautiful girl at the International School. Add in the gobs of money that kept her in Manolo Blahnik and Fendi, and she wasn’t exactly the most sympathetic figure. And Fleur knew she was gorgeous. She walked around campus like she owned it. Even with the current gossip going around, I’d yet to see her duck her head or give an inch. If not for the fact that she was currently sobbing in my arms, I never would have imagined anyone could hurt her. Which was silly, of course. I knew better than anyone—the most painful scars were the ones we didn’t show the rest of the world.
“The people who love you—me, Mya, Michael, Samir—we’ll always be here for you. I promise.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, offering me a weak smile.
“For what it’s worth, I think you’re the strongest person I know.”
Fleur laughed. “I find that really hard to believe.”
“No. You are. You face the world head-on. You don’t apologize for yourself; you don’t let life get you down. You’re human. You make mistakes. Bad shit happens to you. But every morning you wake up ready to seize life by the balls—and you look fabulous while doing so. You’re an amazing friend. And I love you.”
I didn’t say “I love you” a lot. I told my grandmother I loved her, and that was really about
