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It took a few hours—and several Wild School Dirties—to hammer away at my prefrontal cortex, but eventually, we had a plan. Amos and his buddies had gone to bed early, which was predictably boring, leaving us with plenty of time to scheme. And drink. And then scheme less intelligently.
By the time everyone else had gone to bed, and midnight had long gone, Katherine, Maxine, and I giggled our way across the campus until we found what we’d been looking for—the kitchen. Thankfully, they didn’t lock anything at the camp, and even with my vision rocking back and forth like a pirate ship ride, I managed to find a familiar, bear-shaped container of honey.
Katherine fell heavily against the stainless-steel pantry shelf laden with bulk packages of dry and canned goods. “Oh my God,” she wheezed, laughing breathlessly. “I can’t wait see—to see—to face his see.”
I laughed darkly, holding up the honey in the darkened room. “You’re so drunk you can’t even talk, you dumb bitch.”
Maxine folded in on herself, gagging and laughing in equal measures. “I am. I really am.”
I was one hundred percent sure I was going to end up spewing blackberry puree and mysterious alcohol before the night was over, but I had a job to do before I lost it.
I had to punish Dr. Brady.
We staggered out of the kitchen, bumping into every goddamn object in our path, and then tumbled out of the doorway and down the steps, our feet crunching on gravel that led to the men’s cabins. Before we’d really succumbed to the booze, we’d followed them all surreptitiously to make sure we knew which cabin was his.
Katherine suddenly fell to her knees, retching.
“Oh, come on,” I groaned, teetering on my feet. “Babe, really? Oh, come here.” Flush with alcohol-induced compassion, I grabbed at strands of her hair and held them away from her dark-colored vomit.
Maxine gagged. Then she spewed.
“Oh, co-come on, guys,” I whined. “Seriously?”
Katherine groaned, low and miserable. She tilted onto her side and then turned to stare up at the clear sky. “I’m dead.”
Maxine couldn’t seem to stop barfing. I went to her and patted her back, too. “Babes, for real, you couldn’t even keep it together for the…” I paused, my mind dying like a bulb in a power outage. “The prank,” I finished finally. “S’important, you guys.”
“I’m so sorry,” Katherine whispered, reaching up a hand like the leading lady in a MacBeth performance. “You have to go. Do it. Smear it all.”
Maxine nodded, coughing and breathing hard. “Do it,June.”
I clutched the honey bear between my boobs. “Are you sure?”
“Go,” Katherine said, waving a manicured hand. “We’ll be fine.”
The remaining, sober part of my brain worried that they might get eaten by some kind of wild animal if I left them lying there. I texted Carla from the shadow of a cabin.
June: I think Katherine and Maxine passed out in front of the dining hall.
Three dots blinked on the screen.Carla: If you three ruin my retreat, I swear to God…
Okay, I thought, puffing out a sigh,I did my civic duty. Now, for revenge.
I sneaked my way through the cabins, plastering my back against the walls like I was Jason Bourne, until I found the one we’d seen Andrews and Brady disappear into, cabin 3C.
My inebriated mind slapped around a few ideas on how to get into the cabin without being detected, but in the end, I figured that with my lack of coordination, I was better off just going through the front door.
Carefully, holding my breath and hunching my shoulders forward, I turned the antique, crystal doorknob.
Unlocked.
Oh, you’re fucked now, Dr. Brady, I thought gleefully, and eased the door open. It didn’t make so much as a squeak, and schooling my buzzy limbs to stay quiet, I shimmied my body through the door, turning to close it softly. It made a quietsnap, and with my heart banging away in my chest, I peered through the darkness for any sign that he’d heard me.
Oh my Hell, this is crazy,I thought, my nerves braiding together tighter than bungee cord.
Dark blue shadows bathed the tiny cabin in darkness, but I could just make out the shape of his full-sized bed and the unmoving, Amos-like shape under the blankets.
My thumb popped open the honey lid.
