Mean Girls. Louise Rozett

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      “I didn’t know anything was going on. I was just downstairs.”

      “Oh, well, yeah it was kind of a spur-of-the-moment … thing.”

      Right. “It doesn’t matter.”

      “Anyway … Max seems a little down,” Madison whispered to me.

      “Does he?”

      Julia nodded. “Yeah, he probably feels guilty, because he knows he shouldn’t have … you know.”

      “Shouldn’t have what?”

      “You guys … everyone said you were in his room … he probably just feels guilty ‘cuz he did that.”

      “What am I doing, Madison?” It was Max.

      She cowered under his glare. It was obvious she regretted saying anything. She shook her head, looking sorry.

      “No, go ahead,” Max went on. “What am I doing? Furthermore, what horrible thing could I do that she didn’t?”

      It was quiet around us as people listened. We all knew who she was.

      “Nothing. I’m sorry.” Madison was struggling to keep her words and voice steady.

      Dana crept, as always, from some unseen corner. “She can make up for it when she comes back. Especially after everything she’s done in the past … Oh, how long has it been now?”

      “Shut up, Dana.”

      I saw Johnny coming through the crowd. Good. He was always good at calming Dana down.

      “I mean I’m just saying, things will change when she’s back, won’t they? It won’t matter what she did last year or what you’ve … chosen to do in the interim.” She looked at me.

      “Maybe he actually likes me,” I said. “Have you ever thought of that?”

      I was hot in the cheeks, and I just wanted to yell at Dana. This desire heightened when she started to laugh. Everyone was listening now. Johnny put a hand on her shoulder, but she swatted him away.

      “You are kidding me, right?” She looked gleeful.

      “No, I mean he is choosing to spend time with me, isn’t he? If he was just moping around he could do that alone. He doesn’t need me for that.”

      “Is he with you?” she asked, looking skyward as if puzzling it out. “Because I thought you weren’t actually his girlfriend. Couldn’t give you that label, isn’t that right? Why do you think that is?”

      No, he hadn’t. And she knew it. We never were actually together. I said nothing, but felt my cheeks go redder.

      “Dana, cool it, okay?” Johnny’s voice was low and personal. “You can’t keep attacking her.”

      “You really can’t.” This came from someone I didn’t expect. Julia.

      Dana looked as surprised as I felt for a second, but collected herself.

      “Oh, see, there it is. I always said you weren’t her best friend. You and Madison always thought you were, but when it comes down to it, you really aren’t, are you?”

      Johnny took hold of Dana’s shoulders. “Come on, that’s enough.”

      He took her back to our room, a place I really didn’t want to go back to.

      Then, as if he’d read my mind, Max asked Julia, “Can she sleep in your room tonight?”

      “No, no, it’s—” I began.

      “Of course she can,” Julia said. “I still have the futon that Bec—”

      She stopped herself, and Madison took over. “Yes, you can come sleep in our room whenever you want.”

      “If that’s really okay.”

      “Of course.”

      Julia walked over and pulled out a rolled-up cushion from her closet and gave me a pile of blankets. She was just handing me a pillow when Madison emerged from the bathroom.

      “I think I have f-food poisoning or something,” Madison suddenly hiccupped and ran into the bathroom.

      “Uh-huh.” Julia rolled her eyes and got into her own bed. “I’m going to sleep. Don’t step on our guest next time your ‘food poisoning’ says hello.”

      Max nudged me in the arm. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

      “I guess.”

      I followed him back out of the room and down to the end of the hall, which was darker.

      “I’m sorry.”

      I almost said that I didn’t care how sorry he was, when I saw the look in his eyes.

      “It’s okay,” I said. “I get it.”

      “I wish we’d hung out tonight.”

      I shrugged. “It’s just another day. Whatever.”

      “Yeah. Well. I wanted to give you something.” He reached in his pocket and laughed quietly. “It’s really stupid. But I got my mom to help me with it over winter break. She used to own a jewelry store. I wanted to give it to you, but I didn’t know if I should. Or when, or whatever.”

      He pulled out a small, delicate-looking bracelet from his pocket. It was black ribbon with a silver plaque in the middle, flanked by a pearl on either side. It had a small, silver clasp. He handed it to me and then ran a hand through his hair, looking embarrassed.

      On the plaque, my name had been engraved.

      “All the girls wear pearls here. I don’t know, I just thought it was right that you should have some hint of Manderley on you, but … you’re different, so I didn’t want to just give you pearls.”

      “It’s so pretty. It’s gorgeous. Thank you, Max.” I couldn’t even believe that it was really happening. “I don’t know what to say.”

      “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to have it. Here, I can help you.”

      I held out my wrist and he clasped the bracelet for me. “Thank you,” I said.

      He shrugged again. After a second he said, “I’m going to sleep. So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow or something?”

      “Okay. Good night.”

      “Night.”

      We walked in our separate directions. A moment later, he caught up to me, turned me around and kissed me.

      “Happy Valentine’s Day.” He smiled, and then walked out of the hall.

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