saturday, October 6, 9:30 a.m.
Iโm at home with Ashton and weโre trying to figure out something to do. But we keep getting stuck on the fact that nothing interests me.
โCome on, Addy.โ Iโm lying across an armchair, and Ashton nudges me with her foot from the couch. โWhat would you normally do on a weekend? And donโt say hang out with Jake,โ she adds quickly.
โBut thatย isย what Iโd do,โ I whine. Pathetic, but I canโt help it. Iโve had this awful sickening lurch in my stomach all week, as though Iโd been walking along a sturdy bridge and it vanished under my feet.
โCan you honestly not come up with a single, non-Jake-related thing you like?โ
I shift in my seat and consider the question. What did I do before Jake? I was fourteen when we started dating, still partly a kid. My best friend was Rowan Flaherty, a girl Iโd grown up with who moved to Texas later that year. Weโd drifted apart in ninth grade when she had zero interest in boys, but the summer before high school weโd still ridden our bikes all over town together. โI like riding my bike,โ I say uncertainly, even though I havenโt been on one in years.
Ashton claps her hands as if Iโm a reluctant toddler sheโs trying to get excited about a new activity. โLetโs do that! Ride bikes somewhere.โ
Ugh, no. I donโt want to move. I donโt have the energy. โI gave mine away years ago. It was half-rusted under the porch. And you donโt have one anyway.โ
โWeโll use those rental bikesโwhat are they called? Hub Bikes or something? Theyโre all over town. Letโs find some.โ
I sigh. โAsh, you canโt babysit me forever. I appreciate you keeping me from falling apart all week, but youโve got a life. You should get back to Charlie.โ
Ashton doesnโt answer right away. She goes into the kitchen, and I hear the refrigerator door opening and the faint clink of bottles. When she returns sheโs holding a Corona and a San Pellegrino, which she hands to me. She ignores my raised eyebrowsโitโs not even ten oโclock in the morningโand takes a long sip of beer as she sits down, crossing her legs beneath her. โCharlieโs happy as can be. Iโm guessing heโs moved his girlfriend in by now.โ
โWhat?โย I forget how tired I am and sit up straight.
โI caught them when I went home to get more clothes last weekend. It was all so horribly clichรฉd. I even threw a vase at his head.โ
โDid you hit him?โ I ask hopefully. And hypocritically, I guess. After all, Iโm the Charlie in my and Jakeโs relationship. She shakes her head and takes another gulp of her beer.
โAsh.โ I move from my armchair and sit next to her on the couch. Sheโs not crying, but her eyes are shiny, and when I put my hand on her arm she swallows hard. โIโm so sorry. Why didnโt you say something?โ
โYou had enough to worry about.โ
โBut itโs your marriage!โ I canโt help looking at Ashton and Charlieโs wedding photo from two years ago, which sits next to my junior prom picture on our mantel. They were such a perfect couple, people used to joke that they looked as though they came with the frame. Ashton had been so happy that day, gorgeous and glowing and giddy.
And relieved. Iโd tried to squash the idea because I knew it was catty, but I couldnโt help thinking Ashton had feared losing Charlie right up till the day she married him. He wasย tremendousย on paperโhandsome, good family, headed to Stanford Lawโand our mother had been thrilled. It wasnโt until theyโd been married a year that I noticed Ashton almost never laughed when Charlie was around.
โItโs been over for a while, Addy. I should have left six months ago, but I was too much of a coward. I didnโt want to be alone, I guess. Or admit Iโd failed. Iโll find my own place eventually, but Iโll be here for a while.โ She shoots me a wry look. โAll right. Iโve made my true confession. Now you tell me something. Why did you lie when Officer Budapest asked about being in the nurseโs office the day Simon died?โ
I let go of her arm. โI didnโtโโ
โAddy. Come on. You started playing with your hair as soon as he brought it up. You always do that when youโre nervous.โ Her toneโs matter- of-fact, not accusing. โI donโt believe for one second you took those EpiPens, so what are you hiding?โ
Tears prick my eyes. Iโm so tired, suddenly, of all the half-truths Iโve piled up over the past days and weeks. Months.ย Years.ย โItโs so stupid, Ash.โ
โTell me.โ
โI didnโt go for myself. I went to get Tylenol for Jake, because he had a headache. And I didnโt want to say so in front of you because I knew youโd give me thatย look.โ
โWhat look?โ
โYouย know. That wholeย Addy-youโre-such-a-doormatย look.โ
โI donโt think that,โ Ashton says quietly. A fat tear rolls down my cheek, and she reaches over to brush it away.
โYou should. I am.โ
โNot anymore,โ Ashton says, and that does it. I start flat-out bawling, curled in the fetal position in a corner of the couch with Ashtonโs arms around me. I donโt even know who or what Iโm crying for: Jake, Simon, my friends, my mother, my sister, myself. All of the above, I guess.
When the tears finally stop Iโm raw and exhausted, my eyelids hot and my shoulders sore from shaking for so long. But I feel lighter and cleaner too, like Iโve purged something thatโs been making me sick. Ashton gets me a pile of Kleenex and gives me a minute to wipe my eyes and blow my nose. When Iโve finally wadded up all the damp tissues and tossed them into a corner wastebasket, she takes a small sip of her beer and wrinkles her nose. โThis doesnโt taste as good as I thought it would. Come on, letโs ride bikes.โ
I canโt say no to her now. So I trail after her to the park a half mile from our house, where thereโs a whole row of rental bikes. Ashton figures out the sign-up deal, swiping her credit card to release two bikes. We donโt have helmets, but weโre just going around the park so it doesnโt really matter.
I havenโt ridden a bike in years but I guess itโs true what they say: you donโt forget how. After a wobbly start we take off on the wide path through the park and I have to admit, itโs kind of fun. The breeze flutters through my hair as my legs pump and my heart rate accelerates. Itโs the first time in a week I havenโt felt half-dead. Iโm surprised when Ashton stops and says, โHourโs up.โ She catches sight of my face and asks, โShould we rent for another hour?โ
I grin at her. โYeah, okay.โ We get tired about halfway through, though, and return the bikes so we can go to a cafรฉ and rehydrate. Ashton gets our drinks while I find seats, and I scroll through my messages while I wait for her. It takes a lot less time than it used toโI only have a couple from Cooper, asking if Iโm going to Oliviaโs party tonight.
Olivia and I have been friends since freshman year, but she hasnโt spoken to me all week.ย Pretty sure Iโm not invited,ย I text.
โOnly Girlโ trills out with Cooperโs response. I make a mental note that when all this is over and I have a minute to think straight, Iโm going to change my text tone to something less annoying.ย Thatโs BS. Theyโre your friends too.
Sitting this one out,ย I write.ย Have fun.ย At this point, Iโm not even sad about being excluded. Itโs just one more thing.
Cooper doesnโt get it. I guess I should thank him; if heโd dropped me like everyone else, Vanessa would have gone nuclear on me by now. But she doesnโt dare cross the homecoming king, even when heโs been accused of steroid use. School opinion is split down the middle about whether he did it or not, but heโs not saying either way.
I wonder if I could have done the sameโbluffed and brazened my way through this whole nightmare without telling Jake the truth. Then I look at my sister, chuckling with the guy behind the coffee counter in a way she never did with Charlie, and remember how careful and contained I always
had to be around Jake. If I was going to the party tonight Iโd have to wear something he picked out, stay as late as he wanted, and not talk to anyone who might make him mad.
I miss him still. I do. But I donโt miss that.
Bronwyn
saturday, October 6, 10:30 a.m.
My feet fly over the familiar path as my arms and legs match the rhythm of the music blaring in my ears. My heart accelerates and the fears that have been crowding my brain all week recede, replaced by pure physical effort. When I finish my run Iโm drained but pumped full of endorphins, and feel almost cheerful as I head for the library to pick up Maeve. Itโs our usual Saturday-morning routine, but I canโt find her in any of her typical spots and have to text her.
Fourth floor,ย she replies, so I head for the childrenโs room.
Sheโs sitting on a tiny chair near the window, tapping away at one of the computers. โRevisiting your childhood?โ I ask, sinking to the floor beside her.
โNo,โ Maeve says, her eyes on the screen. She lowers her voice to almost a whisper. โIโm in the admin panel for About That.โ
It takes a second for what she said to register, and when it does my heart takes a panicky leap. โMaeve, what the hell? What are you doing?โ
โLooking around. Donโt freak out,โ she adds with a sideways glance at me. โIโm not disturbing anything, but even if I were, nobody would know itโs me. Iโm at a public computer.โ
โUsing your library card!โ I hiss. You canโt get online here without entering your account number.
โNo. Using his.โ Maeve inclines her head toward a small boy a few tables over with a stack of picture books in front of him. I stare at her incredulously, and she shrugs. โI didnโtย takeย it from him. He left it lying out and I wrote down the numbers.โ
The little boyโs mother joins him then, smiling as she catches Maeveโs eye. Sheโd never guess my sweet-faced sister just committed identity theft against her six-year-old.
I canโt think of anything to say except โWhy?โ
โI wanted to see what the police are seeing,โ Maeve says. โIf there were any other draft posts, other people who mightโve wanted to keep Simon quiet.โ
I inch forward in spite of myself. โWere there?โ
โNo, but thereย isย something odd. About Cooperโs post. Itโs date- stamped days after everyone elseโs, for the night before Simon died. Thereโs an earlier file with his name on it, but itโs encrypted and I canโt open it.โ
โSo?โ
โI donโt know. But itโs different, which makes it interesting. I need to come back with a thumb drive and download it.โ I blink at her, trying to pinpoint the exact moment when she morphed into a hacker-investigator. โThereโs something else. Simonโs user name for the site is AnarchiSK. I Googled it and came up with a bunch of 4chan threads he posted to constantly. I didnโt have time to read them, but we should.โ
โWhy?โ I ask as she loops her backpack over her shoulder and gets to her feet.
โBecause somethingโs weird about all this,โ Maeve says matter-of- factly, leading me out the door and down the stairs. โDonโt you think?โ
โUnderstatement of the year,โ I mutter. I stop in the empty stairwell, so she does too, half turning with a questioning look. โMaeve, howโd you even get into Simonโs admin panel? How did you know where to look?โ
A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. โYouโre not the only one who grabs confidential information off computers other people were using.โ
I gape at her. โSo youโso Simon was posting About That at school?
And left it open?โ
โOf course not. Simon was smart. He did it here. Not sure if it was a one-time thing or if he posted from the library all the time, but I saw him one weekend last month when you were running. He didnโt see me. I logged in to the computer after him and got the address from the browser history. I
didnโt do anything with it at first,โ she says, meeting my incredulous look with a calm gaze. โJust put it aside for future reference. I started trying to get in after you came back from the police station. Donโt worry,โ she adds, patting me on the arm. โNot from home. Nobody can trace it.โ
โOkay, butโฆwhy the interest in the app? Before Simon even died?
What were you going to do?โ
Maeve purses her lips thoughtfully. โI hadnโt figured that part out. I thought maybe Iโd start wiping it clean right after he posted, or switch all the text to Russian. Or dismantle the whole thing.โ
I shift my feet and stumble a little, grabbing the railing for support. โMaeve, is this because of what happened freshman year?โ
โNo.โ Maeveโs amber eyes get hard. โBronwyn, youโre the one who still thinks about that. Not me. I just wanted the stupid hold he had over the entire school to stop. And, wellโโshe lets out a short, humorless laugh that echoes against the concrete walls of the stairwellโโI guess it did.โ She starts back down the stairs with long strides and pushes hard on the exit when she gets to the bottom. I follow her silently, trying to wrap my brain around the fact that my sister was keeping a secret from me similar to the one I kept from her. And that both of them tie back to Simon.
Maeve gives me a sunny smile when we get outside, as if the conversation we just had never happened. โBayview Estates is on our way home. Should we pick up your forbidden technology?โ
โWe could try.โ Iโve told Maeve all about Nate, who called this morning to say heโd leave a phone in the mailbox of 5 Bayview Estate Road. Itโs part of a new development of half-built houses, and the area tends to be deserted on weekends. โIโm not sure how early Nate gets moving on a Saturday, though.โ
We reach Bayview Estates in less than fifteen minutes, turning into a street filled with boxy, half-finished houses. Maeve puts a hand on my arm as we approach number 5. โLet me go,โ she says with a forbidding air, eyes darting around dramatically as though the Bayview Police could descend with sirens blaring at any minute.ย โJust in case.โ
โHave at it,โ I mutter. Weโre probably too early anyway. Itโs barely eleven.
But Maeve returns waving a small black device with a triumphant flourish, laughing when I yank it from her. โEager much, nerd?โ When I power it up thereโs one message, and I open it to a picture of a yellow- brown lizard sitting placidly on a rock in the middle of a large cage.ย Actual lizard,ย reads the caption, and I laugh out loud.
โOh my God,โ Maeve mutters, peering over my shoulder. โPrivate jokes. Youโreย sooooย into him, arenโt you?โ
I donโt have to answer her. Itโs a rhetorical question.
Cooper
saturday, October 6, 9:20 p.m.
By the time I get to Oliviaโs party, nearly everyoneโs out of it. Somebodyโs puking in the bushes as I push open the front door. I spot Keely huddled next to the stairs with Olivia, having one of those intense conversations girls get into when theyโre wasted. A few juniors are toking up on the couch. Vanessaโs in a corner trying to paw at Nate, who couldnโt look less interested as he scans the room behind her. If Vanessa were a guy, somebody wouldโve reported her by now for all the unsolicited groping she does. My eyes briefly meet Nateโs, and we both look away without acknowledging each other.
I finally find Jake on the patio with Luis, whoโs headed inside for more drinks. โWhaddya want?โ Luis asks, clapping me on the shoulder.
โWhatever youโre getting.โ I take a seat next to Jake, whoโs listing sideways in his chair.
โWhassup, killer?โ he slurs, and sputters out a laugh. โAre you getting tired of murder jokes yet? โCause Iโm not.โ
Iโm surprised Jake is this drunk; he usually holds back during football season. But I guess his weekโs been almost as bad as mine. Thatโs what I came to talk to him about, although as I watch him swat hazily at a bug, Iโm not sure I should bother.
I try anyway. โHowโre you doing? Been a lousy few days, huh?โ
Jake laughs again, but this time not as though he finds anything funny. โThatโs soย Cooperย of you, man. Donโt talk about your shit week, just check in on mine. Youโre a goddamn saint, Coop. You really are.โ
The edge in his voice warns me I shouldnโt take the bait, but I do. โYou mad at me for something, Jake?โ
โWhy would I be? Itโs not like youโre defending my whore ex- girlfriend to anybody whoโll listen. Oh, wait. Thatโs exactly what youโre doing.โ
Jake narrows his eyes at me, and I realize I canโt have the conversation I came to have. Heโs in no frame of mind to talk about easing up on Addy at school. โJake, I know Addyโs in the wrong. Everybody knows it. She made a stupid mistake.โ
โCheating isnโt a mistake. Itโs a choice,โ Jake says furiously, and for a second he sounds stone-cold sober. He drops his empty beer bottle on the ground and cocks his head with an accusing glare. โWhere the hell is Luis? Hey.โ He grabs the arm of a passing sophomore and plucks an unopened beer out of his hand, twisting the cap off and taking a long sip. โWhat was I saying? Oh yeah. Cheating. Thatโs a choice, Coop. You know, my mom cheated on my dad when I was in junior high. Screwed up our whole family. Threw a grenade right in the middle andโโ He flings an arm, spilling half his beer, and makes a whoosh sound. โEverything exploded.โ
โI didnโt know that.โ Iโd met Jake when I moved to Bayview in eighth grade, but we didnโt start hanging out till high school. โSorry, man. That makes it even worse, huh?โ
Jake shakes his head, eyes glittering. โAddy has no clue what sheโs done. Ruined everything.โ
โBut your dadโฆforgave your mom, right? Theyโre still together?โ Itโs a stupid question. I was at his house a month ago for a cookout before all this started. His dad was grilling hamburgers and his mom was talking to Addy and Keely about a new manicure place that opened in Bayview Center. Like normal. Like always.
โYeah, theyโre together. Nothingโs the same, though. Itโs never been the same.โ Jakeโs staring in front of him with such disgust that I donโt know
what to say. I feel like a jerk for telling Addy she should come, and Iโm glad she didnโt listen to me.
Luis returns and hands us both a beer. โYou going to Simonโs tomorrow?โ he asks Jake.
I think I canโt possibly have heard Luis right, but Jake says, โI guess.โ
Luis catches my confused look. โHis mom asked a bunch of us to come over and, like, take something to remember him by before they pack his stuff. Creeps me out since I barely knew the guy, but she seems to think we were friends so what can you say, right?โ He takes a sip of his beer and cocks an eyebrow at me. โGuess youโre not invited?โ
โNope,โ I say, feeling a little sick. The last thing I want to do is pick through Simonโs things in front of his grieving parents, but if all my friends are going, the slightโs pretty clear. Iโm under suspicion, and not welcome.
โSimon, man.โ Jake shakes his head solemnly. โHe was freaking brilliant.โ He holds his beer up and for a second I think heโs going to pour it onto the patio in a homeboy salute, but he refrains and drinks it instead.
Olivia joins us, wrapping one arm around Luisโs waist. Guess those two are back on again. She pokes me with her free hand and holds up her phone, her face bright with that excited look she gets when sheโs about to share a great piece of gossip. โCooper, did you know youโre in theย Bayview Blade?โ
The way she says it, Iโm pretty sure theyโre not covering baseball. This night keeps getting better. โHad no idea.โ
โSunday edition, online tonight. All about Simon. Theyโre notโฆ accusing you, exactly, but the four of you are named as persons of interest, and they mention that stuff Simon was gonna post about you. Thereโre pictures of you all. And, um, itโs been shared a few hundred times already. So.โ Olivia hands me her phone. โItโs out there now, I guess.โ