Monday, October 15, 12:15 p.m.
S*xism is alive and well in true-crime coverage, because Bronwyn and I arenโt nearly as popular with the general public as Cooper and Nate.ย Especiallyย Nate. All the tween girls posting about us on social media love him. They couldnโt care less that heโs a convicted drug dealer, because heโs got dreamy eyes.
Same goes for school. Bronwyn and I are pariahsโother than her friends, her sister, and Janae, hardly anyone talks to us. They just whisper behind our backs. But Cooperโs as golden as ever. And Nateโwell, itโs not like Nate was ever popular, exactly. Heโs never seemed to care what people think, though, and he still doesnโt.
โSeriously, Addy, stop pulling that stuff up. I donโt want to see it.โ
Bronwyn rolls her eyes at me, but she doesnโt really look mad. I guess weโre almost friends now, or as friendly as you can get when youโre not one hundred percent sure the other person isnโt framing you for murder.
She wonโt play along with my obsessive need to track our news stories, though. And I donโt show her everything, especially not the horrible commenters tossing racial slurs at her family. Thatโs an extra layer of suck she doesnโt need. Instead, I show Janae one of the more positive articles Iโve found. โLook. The most-shared article onย BuzzFeedย is Cooper leaving the gym.โ
Janae looks awful. Sheโs lost more weight since I first ran into her in the bathroom, and sheโs jumpier than ever. Iโm not sure why she eats lunch
with us, since most of the time she doesnโt say a word. But she glances gamely at my phone. โItโs a good picture of him, I guess.โ
Kate shoots me a severe look. โWould you put that away?โ I do, but in my head Iโm giving her the finger the whole time. Yumikoโs all right, but Kate almost makes me miss Vanessa.
No. Thatโs a complete and utter lie. Iย hateย Vanessa. Hate how sheโs mean-girled her way into the center of my former group and how sheโs glommed on to Jake like theyโre a couple. Even though I donโt see much interest on his part. Chopping my hair off was like giving up on Jake, since he wouldnโt have noticed me three years ago without it. But just because Iโve abandoned hope doesnโt mean Iโve stopped paying attention.
After lunch I head for earth science, settling myself on a bench next to a lab partner who barely glances in my direction. โDonโt get too comfortable,โ Ms. Mara warns. โWeโre mixing things up today. Youโve all been with your partners for a while, so letโs rotate.โ She gives us complicated directionsโsome people move left, others right, and the rest of us stay stillโand I donโt pay much attention to the process until I wind up next to TJ.
His nose looks a lot better, but I doubt itโll ever be straight again. He gives me a sheepish half smile as he pulls the tray of rocks in front of us closer. โSorry. This is probably your worst nightmare, right?โ
Donโt flatter yourself, TJ,ย I think. Heโs got nothing on my nightmares. All those months of angsty guilt about sleeping with him in his beach house seem like they happened in another lifetime. โItโs fine.โ
We classify rocks in silence until TJ says, โI like your hair.โ
I snort. โYeah, right.โ With the possible exception of Ashton, whoโs biased,ย nobodyย likes my hair. My mother is appalled. My former friends laughed openly when they saw me the next day. Even Keely smirked. Sheโs moved right on to Luis, like if she canโt have Cooper, sheโll settle for his catcher instead. Luis dumped Olivia for her, but nobody blinked an eye aboutย that.
โIโm serious. You can finally see your face. You look like a blond Emma Watson.โ
Thatโs false. But nice of him to say, I guess. I hold a rock between my thumb and forefinger and squint at it. โWhat do you think? Igneous or sedimentary?โ
TJ shrugs. โI canโt tell the difference.โ
I take a guess and sort the rock into the igneous pile. โTJ, if I can manage to care about rocks, Iโm pretty sure you can put in more of an effort.โ
He blinks at me in surprise, then grins. โThereย you are.โ โWhat?โ
Everyone seems absorbed in their rocks, but he lowers his voice anyway. โYou were really funny when weโum, that first time we hung out. On the beach. But whenever I saw you after that you were soโฆpassive. Always agreeing with whatever Jake said.โ
I glower at the tray in front of me. โThatโs a rude thing to say.โ
TJโs voice is mild. โSorry. But I could never figure out why youโd fade into the background that way. You were a lot of fun.โ He catches my glare and adds hastily, โNot likeย that.ย Or, well, yes, like that, but alsoโฆYou know what? Never mind. Iโll stop talking now.โ
โGreat idea,โ I mutter, scooping up a handful of rocks and dumping them in front of him. โSort these, would you?โ
Itโs not that TJโs โfade into the backgroundโ comment stings. I know itโs true. I canโt wrap my head around the rest, though. Nobodyโs ever said Iโm funny before. Or fun. I always figured TJ was still talking to me because he wouldnโt mind getting me alone again. I never thought he mightโve actually enjoyed hanging out during the nonphysical part of the day.
We finish the rest of the class in silence except to agree or disagree on rock classification, and when the bell rings I grab my backpack and head for the hall without a backward look.
Until the voice behind me stops me like Iโve slammed into an invisible wall. โAddy.โ
My shoulders tense as I turn. I havenโt tried talking to Jake since he blew me off at his locker, and Iโm afraid of what heโs going to say to me now.
โHowโve you been?โ he asks.
I almost laugh. โOh, you know.ย Not good.โ
I canโt read Jakeโs expression. He doesnโt look mad, but heโs not smiling either. He seems different somehow. Older? Not exactly, butโฆless boyish, maybe. Heโs been staring right through me for almost two weeks, and I donโt understand why Iโm suddenly visible again. โThings must be getting intense,โ he says. โCooperโs totally clammed up. Do youโโ He hesitates, shifting his backpack from one shoulder to the other. โDo you want to talk sometime?โ
My throat feels like I swallowed something sharp.ย Do I?ย Jake waits for an answer, and I mentally shake myself. Of course I do. Thatโs all Iโve wanted since this happened. โYes.โ
โOkay. Maybe this afternoon? Iโll text you.โ He holds my gaze, still not smiling, and adds, โGod, I canโt get used to your hair. You donโt even look like yourself.โ
Iโm about to sayย I knowย when I remember TJโs words.ย You were soโฆ passive. Always agreeing with whatever Jake said.ย โWell, I am,โ I say instead, and take off down the hall before he can break eye contact first.
Nate
Monday, October 15, 3:15 p.m.
Bronwyn settles herself on the rock next to me, smoothing her skirt over her knees and looking over the treetops in front of us. โIโve never been to Marshallโs Peak before,โ she says.
Iโm not surprised. Marshallโs Peakโwhich isnโt really a peak, more of a rocky outcropping overlooking the woods we cut through on our way out of schoolโis Bayviewโs so-called scenic area. Itโs also a popular spot for drinking, drugs, and hookups, although not at three oโclock on a Monday afternoon. Iโm pretty sure Bronwyn has no clue what happens here on weekends. โHope reality lives up to the hype,โ I say.
She smiles. โIt beats getting ambushed by Mikhail Powersโs crew.โ We had another sneak-out-the-back routine when they showed up at the front of
school today. Iโm surprised they havenโt wised up to staking out the woods yet. Driving to the mall again seemed like a bad idea given how high our profileโs risen over the past week, so here we are.
Bronwynโs eyes are down, watching a line of ants carry a leaf across the rock next to us. She licks her lips like sheโs nervous, and I shift a little closer. Most of my time with her is spent on the phone, and I canโt tell what sheโs thinking in person.
โI called Eli Kleinfelter,โ she says. โFrom Until Proven.โ Oh.ย Thatโsย what sheโs thinking. I shift back. โOkay.โ
โIt was an interesting conversation,โ she says. โHe was nice about hearing from me, didnโt seem surprised at all. He promised he wouldnโt tell anybody Iโd called him.โ
For all her brains, Bronwyn can be like a little kid sometimes. โWhatโs that worth?โ I ask. โHeโs not your lawyer. He can talk to Mikhail Powers about you if he wants more airtime.โ
โHe wonโt,โ Bronwyn says calmly, like sheโs got it all figured out. โAnyway, I didnโt tell him anything. We didnโt talk about me at all. I just asked him what he thought of the investigation so far.โ
โAnd?โ
โWell, he repeated some of what he said on TV. That he was surprised there wasnโt more talk about Simon. Eli thought anyone whoโd run the kind of app Simon did, for as long as he did, wouldโve made plenty of enemies whoโd love to use the four of us as scapegoats. He said heโd check into some of the most damaging stories and the kids they covered. And heโd look into Simon generally. Like Maeveโs doing with the 4chan stuff.โ
โThe best defense is a good offense?โ I ask.
โRight. He also said our lawyers arenโt doing enough to pick apart the theory that nobody else couldโve poisoned Simon. Mr. Avery, for one.โ A note of pride creeps into her voice. โEli said the exact same thing I did, that Mr. Avery had the best opportunity of anyone to plant the phones and doctor the cups. But other than questioning him a few times, the police are mostly leaving him alone.โ
I shrug. โWhatโs his motive?โ
โTechnophobia,โ Bronwyn says, and glares at me when I laugh. โItโs aย thing.ย Anyway, that was just one idea. Eli also mentioned the car accident as a time when everybody was distracted and someone couldโve slipped into the room.โ
I frown at her. โWe werenโt at the window that long. We wouldโve heard the door open.โ
โWould we? Maybe not. His point is, itโs possible. And he said something else interesting.โ Bronwyn picks up a small rock and juggles it meditatively in her hand. โHe said heโd look into the car accident. That the timing was suspect.โ
โMeaning?โ
โWell, it goes back to his earlier point that someone couldโve opened the door while we watched the cars. Someone who knew it was going to happen.โ
โHe thinks the car accident wasย planned?โ I stare at her, and she avoids my gaze as she heaves the rock over the trees beneath us. โSo youโre suggesting somebody engineered a fender bender in the parking lot so they could distract us, slip into detention, and dump peanut oil into Simonโs cup? That they couldnโt possibly have known he had if they werenโt already in the room? Then leave Simonโs cup lying around, because theyโre stupid?โ
โItโs not stupid if theyโre trying to frame us,โ Bronwyn points out. โBut it would be stupid for one of us to leave it there, instead of finding a way to get rid of it. Chances were good nobody would have searched us right after.โ
โIt still doesnโt explain how anybody outside the room would know Simon had a cup of water in the first place.โ
โWell, itโs like the Tumblr post said. Simon was always drinking water, wasnโt he? They could have been outside the door, watching through the window. Thatโs what Eli says, anyway.โ
โOh, well, ifย Eliย says so.โ Iโm not sure why this guyโs a legal god in Bronwynโs eyes. He canโt be more than twenty-five. โSounds like heโs full of dipshit theories.โ
Iโm getting ready for an argument, but Bronwyn doesnโt take the bait. โMaybe,โ she says, tracing her fingers over the rock between us. โBut Iโve
been thinking about this a lot lately andโฆI donโt think it was anyone in that room, Nate. I really donโt. Iโve gotten to know Addy a little bit this weekโโshe raises a palm at my skeptical lookโโand Iโm not saying Iโm suddenly an Addy expert or anything, but I honestly canโt picture her doing anything to Simon.โ
โWhat about Cooper? That guyโs definitely hiding something.โ โCooperโs not a killer.โ Bronwyn sounds positive, and for some reason
that pisses me off.
โYou know this how? Because you guys are so close? Face it, Bronwyn, none of us really know each other. Hell,ย youย couldโve done it. Youโre smart enough to plan something this messed up and get away with it.โ
Iโm kidding, but Bronwyn goes rigid. โHow can you say that?โ Her cheeks get red, giving her that flushed look that always unsettles me.ย Sheโll surprise you one day with how pretty she is.ย My mother used to say that about Bronwyn.
My mother was wrong, though. Thereโs nothing surprising about it. โEli said it himself, right?โ I say. โAnythingโs possible. Maybe you
brought me here to shove me down the hill and break my neck.โ
โYou broughtย meย here,โ Bronwyn points out. Her eyes widen, and I laugh.
โOh, come on. You donโt actually thinkโ Bronwyn, weโre barely on an incline. Pushing you off this rock isnโt much of an evil plan if all youโd do is twist your ankle.โ
โThatโs not funny,โ Bronwyn says, but a smile twitches at her lips. The afternoon sunโs making her glow, putting glints of gold in her dark hair, and for a second I almost canโt breathe.
Jesus. This girl.
I stand and hold out my hand. She gives me a skeptical look, but takes it and lets me pull her to her feet. I put my other hand in the air. โBronwyn Rojas, I solemnly swear not to murder you today or at any point in the future. Deal?โ
โYouโre ridiculous,โ she mutters, going even redder.
โIt concerns me youโre avoiding a promise not to murder me.โ
She rolls her eyes. โDo you say that to all the girls you bring here?โ Huh. Maybe she knows Marshallโs Peakโs reputation after all.
I move closer until thereโs only a couple of inches between us. โYouโre still not answering my question.โ
Bronwyn leans forward and brings her lips to my ear. Sheโs so close I can feel her heart beating when she whispers, โI promise not to murder you.โ
โThatโs hot.โ I mean it as a joke, but my voice comes out like a growl and when her lips part I kiss her before she can laugh. A shock of energy shoots through me as I cup her face in my hands, my fingers grasping her cheeks and the line of her jaw. It must be the adrenaline thatโs making my heart pound so fast. The whole nobody-else-could-possibly-understand-this bond. Or maybe itโs her soft lips and green appleโscented hair, and the way she winds her arms around my neck like she canโt stand to let go. Either way I keep kissing her as long as she lets me, and when she steps away I try to pull her back because it wasnโt enough.
โNate, my phone,โ she says, and for the first time I notice a persistent, jangly text tone. โItโs my sister.โ
โShe can wait,โ I say, tangling a hand in her hair and kissing along her jawline to her neck. She shivers against me and makes a little noise in her throat. Which I like.
โItโs justโฆโ She runs her fingertips across the back of my neck. โShe wouldnโt keep texting if it werenโt important.โ
Maeveโs our excuseโshe and Bronwyn are supposed to be at Yumikoโs house togetherโand I reluctantly step back so Bronwyn can reach down and dig her phone out of her backpack. She looks at the screen and draws in a quick, sharp breath. โOh God. My momโs trying to reach me too. Robin says the police want me to come to the station. To, quote,ย โfollow up on a couple of things.โย Unquote.โ
โProbably the same bullshit.โ I manage to sound calm even though itโs not how I feel.
โDid they call you?โ she asks. She looks like she hopes they did, and hates herself for it.
I didnโt hear my phone, but pull it out of my pocket to check anyway. โNo.โ
She nods and starts firing off texts. โShould I have Maeve pick me up here?โ
โHave her meet us at my house. Itโs halfway between here and the station.โ As soon as I say it I kind of regret itโI still donโt want Bronwyn anywhere near my house when itโs light outโbut itโs the most convenient option. And we donโt have to go inside.
Bronwyn bites her lip. โWhat if reporters are there?โ
โThey wonโt be. Theyโve figured out no oneโs ever around.โ She still looks worried, so I add, โLook, we can park at my neighborโs and walk over. If anyoneโs there, Iโll take you someplace else. But trust me, itโll be fine.โ
Bronwyn texts Maeve my address and we walk to the edge of the woods where I left my bike. I help her with the helmet and she climbs behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist as I start the engine.
I drive slowly down narrow, twisty side roads until we reach my street. My neighborโs rusted Chevrolet sits in her driveway, in the exact same spot itโs been for the past five years. I park next to it, wait for Bronwyn to dismount, and take her hand as we make our way through the neighborโs yard to mine. As we get closer I see our house through Bronwynโs eyes, and wish Iโd bothered to mow the lawn at some point in the last year.
Suddenly she stops in her tracks and lets out a gasp, but sheโs not looking at our knee-length grass. โNate, thereโs someone at your door.โ
I stop too and scan the street for a news van. There isnโt one, just a beat-up Kia parked in front of our house. Maybe theyโre getting better at camouflage. โStay here,โ I tell Bronwyn, but she comes with me as I get closer to my driveway for a better look at whoeverโs at the door.
Itโs not a reporter.
My throat goes dry and my head starts to throb. The woman pressing the bell turns around, and her mouth falls open a little when she sees me. Bronwyn goes still beside me, her hand dropping from mine. I keep walking without her.
Iโm surprised how normal my voice sounds when I speak. โWhatโs up, Mom?โ