Mean Girls. Louise Rozett

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      “I don’t even know what to think. I guess we’ll hear more at the assembly. They’re holding it tonight instead of tomorrow.” She looked at me. “How are you?”

      “I’m fine.” My voice was much higher than usual. “What time’s the assembly?”

      “Eight-thirty. Come in uniform.” Cam winked at me, apparently remembering my first assembly.

      I smiled weakly. “I should go get situated. That’s only an hour from now.”

      I needed to breathe, and to stop feeling that a seventeen-year-old missing girl being alive and well was a bad thing.

      “Okay,” Max said, “meet me outside of the auditorium at eight twenty-five.”

      I hated myself for getting excited by his willingness to meet me in public and that he wasn’t ignoring me. Maybe I was being Dumb Girl. But I couldn’t care.

      Max paused and looked at me, like we’d never see each other again.

      “What’s wrong?”

      “Nothing. I’m just … Never mind, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

      As soon as I walked away, I heard Blake start talking quickly and quietly to the other two.

      I arrived at my room only to find that the few pictures I’d pinned to my bulletin board last semester had been taken down and put on my bed. So had the thumbtacks. All but the four tacks that held up an eleven-by-seventeen poster pinned in their place. It was a poster printed with the same picture and bold words as were on the T-shirt I still clutched absent-mindedly. I threw it on the floor and took down the poster.

      I gathered the thumbtacks Dana had intentionally scattered evenly all over my comforter and put them back up with the pictures. Including some of the new ones from the break. My mom had pulled into the driveway just before I left with my dad and Jasper, yelling for us to wait, and then handed me an envelope of pictures she’d just gotten printed for me.

      I pinned up some of those, mostly the ones from New Year’s Eve—before it had gone sour—and tried to stop my throat from tightening with the desire to jump right back on a plane. I’d made the decision to come back. I had no choice.

      I unpacked my bag, my heart still pounding. I felt guilty for every selfish thought that crossed through my mind as I imagined what it would mean for me if Becca came back. It was good that she might not be dead. Good.

      I jumped when a little while later there was a knock on the door. I was expecting Becca at every turn now.

      “Come in.”

      Madison and Julia floated in, both wearing expressions of great sympathy.

      “This must be hard for you.” Madison sat down on Dana’s bed, moving the poster carefully out of the way.

      “Why do you think that?”

      Julia looked to Madison and then to me. “Becca coming back? You like Max … right?”

      “No.”

      “Sweetie, I’m sorry but …” Madison ignored me, and laid a hand on her chest, over her heart. “I’m your friend. We are your friends. But we know Max. We know Becca. And … we just don’t want you to have your heart broken by surprise when Max goes back to her.”

      “And chances are …” Julia trailed off.

      “Maybe he won’t.” I tried to sound more confident than I felt. “And we’re not even, like, together, so if he wants to be with someone that’s not … I mean he’s allowed to do whatever he wants.”

      She shrugged. “Look, we’re just trying to look out for you. If you don’t want our help then just say so.”

      I didn’t know what to say. But I figured the only way to get them to stop feeling sorry for me was to agree.

      I nodded. “You’re probably right. I’ll try not to get too close.”

      “Good. Because he really loves her,” Madison said, smiling sadly at me.

      Okay, got it.

      “You guys going down to the assembly now? It’s soon, isn’t it? I’m meeting Max—” I paused as Julia raised her eyebrows. “I’m meeting Max out front of the auditorium.”

      “We’ll walk down with you, sure! Don’t forget your uniform.” Madison couldn’t quite pull it off like Cam without sounding a little mean.

      I grabbed my Manderley polo and khaki skirt from the closet, and they stepped outside. To talk about me, I was sure, rather than out of some sense of my privacy.

      I was out in a few seconds, and we walked down the stairs silently. I felt relieved when I saw Max.

      He nodded a hello to the other girls, and then looked to me. I stepped toward him. He shook his head slightly, looking around, and held open the door for us instead of taking it. I was sure Madison and Julia were exchanging yet another look behind my back.

      We walked into the dim auditorium. No one was talking, but everyone watched as we found a place to sit. Soon after we did, the house lights dimmed down to nothing, and Professor Crawley took the podium.

      “Welcome back, students. I hope everyone had a good Winter Break. Classes will start up tomorrow as usual, at 8:00 a.m. I want to ask you all to remind yourselves of the rules, and to make sure you ready yourself for school and to shake off the holiday mentality.” He cleared his throat, and carried on with a reminder of what those rules were. I checked off the ones in my head that I’d broken.

      Most of them.

      The room was filled with the anticipation of what exactly had happened concerning Becca. But we had to wait a full forty-five minutes before all of the administration had spoken and Crawley had taken the microphone again. The room stiffened and went silent.

      “There’s been a … progression with the Rebecca Normandy case. I’m sure most of you already know, at least those of you who knew her, but for those of you who do not, Dana Veers is here—once again—to explain. Miss Veers?”

      She took the stage, looking even slighter than ever, squinting in the stage lights. “Hi. I think a lot of you bought the T-shirts we’ve been selling outside, and I was glad to find that many of you took our suggestion to buy more than one and to send them to your friends and family members. We want to increase awareness everywhere we can, and the more people who wear her picture the better. Becca Normandy is alive, everyone.”

      Cheers immediately broke out. Max was still and silent, as was I. Professor Crawley made a movement toward Dana, but then allowed her to go on when she gave him a scathing look.

      “Make it quick,” he said, his voice carrying just enough to get to the microphone.

      “As some of you know, Becca updated her Facebook with the following—I am alive, and I will be back to Manderley soon. Love you, Max.” I felt him stiffen next to me. She went on. “I don’t know when she’ll be back, but obviously she will be. Because of this СКАЧАТЬ