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My room was only a few doors down from Tara’s, but as soon as I closed her door behind me, I could hear the throbbing of music and shrieks of laughter coming from my room. Seemed like the Queen Bee made some new friends. As I crept closer, it looked like the door was cracked open just wide enough for the noise to betooobnoxious.
I swallowed and turned to look back at Tara’s door before facing mine again.
NowayI wasgoing in there.
Eyeing the empty lounge, spending the night on the couch seemed pretty tempting—until I heard something.
“Oh my God,” said some unnaturally high-pitched voice, “this girl’s getting more action than she’s allowed to.”
“Ugly bitch,” said another.
“Ugly hoe is more like it.”
It was hard to hear anything more with the music blaring from within, and I was surprised an RA hadn’t come barreling down the hall to scold them for it yet. Pressing my back against the wall by the doorframe, I waited for another moment, trying to find the courage to go into my own room.
But I didn’t have to.
“Well, well, if it isn’t our favorite person,” Vivian squeaked, poking her head out the door. Her lips spread in a wicked, red-lipstick grin to match her red-streaked hair. “We were just talking about you.”
“Oh, yeah?” I said flatly. “More like shitting on me.”
She let out a little snicker, as if in agreement. Another girl, someone I hadn’t met before, stuck her head out beside her and gave meaonce-over. Vivian looked back at her, and they giggled as they dipped back into the room.
“Fuck my life,” I muttered under my breath, and took in a long breath before pushing the door aside.
It seemed as if Luna, the new girl, and Vivian had formed a little pow-wow in the center of the room, a string of fairy lights and wine bottles decorating the floor as the three of them sat in a circle, their three phones on the carpet, glowing like a blue fire between them. Keeping my eyes up, I stepped around them to reach my side of the room.
“Hey, so…” I said, turning around to find that they were paying zero attention to me. I cleared my throat. “Hey, I need to go to bed.”
They still didn’t seem to hear me. Or they were just being inconsiderate.
Definitely the latter.
“Can your friends head out? I need to get ready for bed,” I said, raising my voice as I looked at Vivian. She made eye contact with me, but looked away as she covered her mouth, smirking. “It’s, like, three in the morning.”
Vivian looked to her friends, then back at me. With a sigh, she stood up once again, turning off the music from her phone. For some weird reason, the sudden quiet felt more intimidating than staring into her eyes did.
“Fine,” she said flippantly, as if the whole idea of her friends evacuating our own room was negotiable. “You’re right. It is pretty late. In fact, I was about to text your mom to inform her about you going past curfew.”
I practically spat out my next breath. “What?Curfew?”
Vivian raised her eyebrows, nodding like it wasn’t the most untrue thing in the world. We both knew full well that we didn’t have a curfew at Freeman. I moved to reach for her phone, but she held it back.
“Why do you have my mom’s number?” I asked slowly, narrowing my eyes at her. “And why would you text heranything?”
Dipping her head to the side, she gave me a hurt look.
“Don’t you remember?” she said, drawing her eyebrows together in exaggerated concern. “You asked me to take it down, just in case anything happened to you. Like, I don’t know, getting into a stranger’s car and not coming home until three in the morning.”
I just stared at her.
Anger boiled within me, but I was confused more than anything.
“What?” I whispered. “You saw me get into someone’s car?”
Elliot’s car.
Still keeping that stupid, fake expression of concern pasted to her face, Vivian swiped through her phone, and shoved it in my face. A short video clip played, angled from our window, looking down at me as I crossed the sidewalk and slipped into Elliot’s black Mustang.
