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us.”
“Wait.”
Jenny focused on what Sage and Benny were trying to tell her. “Start from the beginning.” Benny laid out the gist of Marymount’s e-mail, sounding like she knew it by heart, while Sage ticked off the list of Marymount’s suspects. Jenny held her stomach when Sage pointed at her and said, “And you, too.”
“Probably because they found Julian’s lighter,” Benny pointed out, stuffing a burgundy Moleskine-bound notebook back into her Fendi tote bag. “And everyone knows about you and Julian.”
Jenny put her mug down on the table. They
did
? That was news to Jenny, though she didn’t know why she should be surprised, even if there was barely anything to know. Yet.
Benny continued, tapping her chewed-off nails against the oak tabletop. “Which means Marymount probably knows, too. So that’s probably why you’re on it.”
Jenny nodded, staring out the enormous glass windows at the brightly colored treetops, wondering if all other boarding schools had this much drama, or if she was just lucky. Or rather, unlucky.
“Marymount has it in for us because of the candles,” Sage explained, flicking invisible dots of Equal off the bell sleeve of her dress.
Benny nodded. “We have a stack of violations. What’s the big deal? I smelled someone burning a strawberry candle yesterday. It stank up the entire dorm. These days, everyone has candles but us.” She leaned back in the giant armchair and shook her head at the injustice.
Jenny sipped her mochaccino, hoping Benny and Sage’s blasé attitude would rub off on her. She wasn’t sure this had anything to do with Julian. On Friday night, when she’d confronted Callie about sneaking around with Easy, Callie had snapped back that Jenny had probably started the fire herself. After all, Jenny had more motive than anyone, at least according to Callie’s twisted logic. But even if Callie were to go to the dean with that theory, he’d never believe her. Right?
She suddenly remembered how Miss Rosovsky, her American history teacher at Constance Billard, had shown them the historical inaccuracies in the movie
JFK
, but pointed out that most people chose to believe the conspiracy theories anyway. People preferred the more intricate, juicier explanation to the simpler, more logical one. Jenny had a feeling Dean Mary-mount was one of those people who believed the conspiracies. He didn’t want the truth—that the fire was probably an accident. He wanted someone with a motive. He’d prefer to believe that innocent, boarding-school-loving Jenny Humphrey had started it because she was a woman scorned.
“Where are you going?” Benny called out, but Jenny was already exiting the coffee bar door, her kids’ size destroyed red Vans heavy and solid against the marble floor of Maxwell Hall.
Instant Message Inbox
JennyHumphrey: Hey there … just got Dean M’s e-mail. Isn’t it crazy?
JulianMcCafferty: Totally. You’re too beautiful to be a suspect.
JennyHumphrey: I’m blushing. At least we’re in it together.
JulianMcCafferty: That’s the spirit.
JennyHumphrey: So what are you up to?
JulianMcCafferty: Actually, I was just thinking about you… .
JennyHumphrey: Good things, I hope.
JulianMcCafferty: Nope. Bad … very bad things.
JennyHumphrey: No wonder we’re in trouble. =)
Email Inbox
From: [email protected]
To: Heath’s list of cool people
Date: Monday, October 14, 2:32 P.M.
Subject: Last Chance for US
Goodbye, Brandon, Tinsley, Benny, Sage, Jenny, Julian, Brett, Alison, Callie, Easy, Kara—we’ll miss you! (Hell, we’ll miss me, too.)
Just in case one of us/some of us/all of us US’s (i.e., Usual Suspects) gets handed a one-way ticket away from Waverly on Wednesday morning, I thought we should have a fittingly appropriate going-away party on Tuesday night at the crater. Who knows, it may be our last chance to misbehave here at good ol’ Waverly!
Those on Dean M’s favorite list—be sure to pick up your hot-off-the-presses US
“Wait.”
Jenny focused on what Sage and Benny were trying to tell her. “Start from the beginning.” Benny laid out the gist of Marymount’s e-mail, sounding like she knew it by heart, while Sage ticked off the list of Marymount’s suspects. Jenny held her stomach when Sage pointed at her and said, “And you, too.”
“Probably because they found Julian’s lighter,” Benny pointed out, stuffing a burgundy Moleskine-bound notebook back into her Fendi tote bag. “And everyone knows about you and Julian.”
Jenny put her mug down on the table. They
did
? That was news to Jenny, though she didn’t know why she should be surprised, even if there was barely anything to know. Yet.
Benny continued, tapping her chewed-off nails against the oak tabletop. “Which means Marymount probably knows, too. So that’s probably why you’re on it.”
Jenny nodded, staring out the enormous glass windows at the brightly colored treetops, wondering if all other boarding schools had this much drama, or if she was just lucky. Or rather, unlucky.
“Marymount has it in for us because of the candles,” Sage explained, flicking invisible dots of Equal off the bell sleeve of her dress.
Benny nodded. “We have a stack of violations. What’s the big deal? I smelled someone burning a strawberry candle yesterday. It stank up the entire dorm. These days, everyone has candles but us.” She leaned back in the giant armchair and shook her head at the injustice.
Jenny sipped her mochaccino, hoping Benny and Sage’s blasé attitude would rub off on her. She wasn’t sure this had anything to do with Julian. On Friday night, when she’d confronted Callie about sneaking around with Easy, Callie had snapped back that Jenny had probably started the fire herself. After all, Jenny had more motive than anyone, at least according to Callie’s twisted logic. But even if Callie were to go to the dean with that theory, he’d never believe her. Right?
She suddenly remembered how Miss Rosovsky, her American history teacher at Constance Billard, had shown them the historical inaccuracies in the movie
JFK
, but pointed out that most people chose to believe the conspiracy theories anyway. People preferred the more intricate, juicier explanation to the simpler, more logical one. Jenny had a feeling Dean Mary-mount was one of those people who believed the conspiracies. He didn’t want the truth—that the fire was probably an accident. He wanted someone with a motive. He’d prefer to believe that innocent, boarding-school-loving Jenny Humphrey had started it because she was a woman scorned.
“Where are you going?” Benny called out, but Jenny was already exiting the coffee bar door, her kids’ size destroyed red Vans heavy and solid against the marble floor of Maxwell Hall.
Instant Message Inbox
JennyHumphrey: Hey there … just got Dean M’s e-mail. Isn’t it crazy?
JulianMcCafferty: Totally. You’re too beautiful to be a suspect.
JennyHumphrey: I’m blushing. At least we’re in it together.
JulianMcCafferty: That’s the spirit.
JennyHumphrey: So what are you up to?
JulianMcCafferty: Actually, I was just thinking about you… .
JennyHumphrey: Good things, I hope.
JulianMcCafferty: Nope. Bad … very bad things.
JennyHumphrey: No wonder we’re in trouble. =)
Email Inbox
From: [email protected]
To: Heath’s list of cool people
Date: Monday, October 14, 2:32 P.M.
Subject: Last Chance for US
Goodbye, Brandon, Tinsley, Benny, Sage, Jenny, Julian, Brett, Alison, Callie, Easy, Kara—we’ll miss you! (Hell, we’ll miss me, too.)
Just in case one of us/some of us/all of us US’s (i.e., Usual Suspects) gets handed a one-way ticket away from Waverly on Wednesday morning, I thought we should have a fittingly appropriate going-away party on Tuesday night at the crater. Who knows, it may be our last chance to misbehave here at good ol’ Waverly!
Those on Dean M’s favorite list—be sure to pick up your hot-off-the-presses US
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