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where my friends are or when they’re coming back. And then my phone rings. Marissa. Thank God.
“Hello?” I say.
“Hi,” she says. “You gotta get over here.”
“Um, over where?”
“That’s right, honey,” the homeless man near me says. “You look like a supermodel, for reals. Mmmm mmm.” Hmm. I start to move away slowly.
“To Isabella Royce’s apartment.” The other thing about Isabella Royce? You know, besides the fact that she’s hooking up with Cooper? She has her own apartment. Well, technically it’s not hers. Yet.
See, Isabella’s grandmother died a few months ago and left her this amazing apartment right on Newbury Street, which is like the nicest, most expensive street in Boston. Apparently it was this big debacle, since Isabella’s mom totally thought the apartment was going to be left to her, but it turned out that Isabella’s grandmother, like, secretly hated her mom. (This was her dad’s mom, by the way. Isabella’s dad passed away a while ago, which is why it was so important for her mom to get this apartment, since apparently it’s worth like a billion dollars and Isabella’s mom was going to sell it so that she would never have to work again.)
Anyway, the apartment got left to Isabella but put under the care of her uncle or something, until she turns eighteen next year. In the meantime, her uncle has it all fixed up and lets her use it anytime she wants.
“What’s going on at Isabella’s?” I ask, looking around nervously for Pervert Homeless Man. But he’s now inched his way down the sidewalk and has turned his attention to two college girls coming out of the Spotted Frog. Figures. Typical man, moving on to the next thing.
“She’s having a party,” she says. “And Jeremiah is going to be there.”
“How do you know that?” I say. “And where are you?”
“I know,” she says. “Because I, um, followed him. And I’m here. Outside of Isabella’s.”
“You followed who?” I ask.
“Jeremiah. And Julia. Out of Cure. But they didn’t hook up or anything, I swear. In fact, he didn’t even touch her. I watched them during their whole T ride. And now they’re at Isabella’s party. And I’m going in now, but I have to at least act like I’m meeting someone here, so you have to come.”
“That’s why I couldn’t find you?” I ask. “Because you were
following Jeremiah
?” I try to keep my voice down, but I’m pissed.
“Eliza, I’m so sorry!” she says. “It just happened, I swear. I didn’t mean to, I was just going to follow them a little way down the street, and then the next thing I knew, I was on the T!”
“Why didn’t you at least text me?” I ask.
“You know the service on the T is super-spotty,” she says. I think about yelling at her for ditching me, but then decide it’s not really worth it. I mean, I have way bigger problems right now. “So will you come?” she asks. “To Isabella’s?”
“Fine,” I say, starting to feel very cranky. Isabella Royce’s party is the last place I want to be. Also, who knows what Cooper and the 318s have in store for me next. But what else am I supposed to do? I sigh and end the call, then slide my phone into my bag and head to the nearest T.
When I get down to the T, I realize my subway card is out of money. My subway card is always out of money, which makes no sense, since I hardly ever ride the T, and every time I do, I always make sure to put at least three rides on my card.
I add ten dollars to it using the automatic machine, then double-check my phone, just in case Cooper or the 318s have sent me another text. But they haven’t, so I shove my card into my pocket and head down to the platform.
Everything’s fine for the first couple of minutes, but then it happens. I hear the voice. The very loud, very shrieky, very familiar voice. Isabella Royce.
“OH MY GOD, ELIZA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” She takes me by the hands and pulls me close to her, giving me a kiss on each
“Hello?” I say.
“Hi,” she says. “You gotta get over here.”
“Um, over where?”
“That’s right, honey,” the homeless man near me says. “You look like a supermodel, for reals. Mmmm mmm.” Hmm. I start to move away slowly.
“To Isabella Royce’s apartment.” The other thing about Isabella Royce? You know, besides the fact that she’s hooking up with Cooper? She has her own apartment. Well, technically it’s not hers. Yet.
See, Isabella’s grandmother died a few months ago and left her this amazing apartment right on Newbury Street, which is like the nicest, most expensive street in Boston. Apparently it was this big debacle, since Isabella’s mom totally thought the apartment was going to be left to her, but it turned out that Isabella’s grandmother, like, secretly hated her mom. (This was her dad’s mom, by the way. Isabella’s dad passed away a while ago, which is why it was so important for her mom to get this apartment, since apparently it’s worth like a billion dollars and Isabella’s mom was going to sell it so that she would never have to work again.)
Anyway, the apartment got left to Isabella but put under the care of her uncle or something, until she turns eighteen next year. In the meantime, her uncle has it all fixed up and lets her use it anytime she wants.
“What’s going on at Isabella’s?” I ask, looking around nervously for Pervert Homeless Man. But he’s now inched his way down the sidewalk and has turned his attention to two college girls coming out of the Spotted Frog. Figures. Typical man, moving on to the next thing.
“She’s having a party,” she says. “And Jeremiah is going to be there.”
“How do you know that?” I say. “And where are you?”
“I know,” she says. “Because I, um, followed him. And I’m here. Outside of Isabella’s.”
“You followed who?” I ask.
“Jeremiah. And Julia. Out of Cure. But they didn’t hook up or anything, I swear. In fact, he didn’t even touch her. I watched them during their whole T ride. And now they’re at Isabella’s party. And I’m going in now, but I have to at least act like I’m meeting someone here, so you have to come.”
“That’s why I couldn’t find you?” I ask. “Because you were
following Jeremiah
?” I try to keep my voice down, but I’m pissed.
“Eliza, I’m so sorry!” she says. “It just happened, I swear. I didn’t mean to, I was just going to follow them a little way down the street, and then the next thing I knew, I was on the T!”
“Why didn’t you at least text me?” I ask.
“You know the service on the T is super-spotty,” she says. I think about yelling at her for ditching me, but then decide it’s not really worth it. I mean, I have way bigger problems right now. “So will you come?” she asks. “To Isabella’s?”
“Fine,” I say, starting to feel very cranky. Isabella Royce’s party is the last place I want to be. Also, who knows what Cooper and the 318s have in store for me next. But what else am I supposed to do? I sigh and end the call, then slide my phone into my bag and head to the nearest T.
When I get down to the T, I realize my subway card is out of money. My subway card is always out of money, which makes no sense, since I hardly ever ride the T, and every time I do, I always make sure to put at least three rides on my card.
I add ten dollars to it using the automatic machine, then double-check my phone, just in case Cooper or the 318s have sent me another text. But they haven’t, so I shove my card into my pocket and head down to the platform.
Everything’s fine for the first couple of minutes, but then it happens. I hear the voice. The very loud, very shrieky, very familiar voice. Isabella Royce.
“OH MY GOD, ELIZA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” She takes me by the hands and pulls me close to her, giving me a kiss on each
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