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shoulder. "A girl likes to have her fun." The seniors chuckled knowingly. The juniors shifted in discomfort. I couldn't have torn my eyes away from Noelle if I'd tried. She reached for my hands and spoke in an intimate tone, as if no one else was there. "You're finally going to see Billings the way it's supposed to be." There was a lump in my throat the size of a soccer ball. How did she know exactly what I wanted to hear? Now that she was back--back where she belonged--Billings was Billings again.
Noelle's eyes slid past my shoulder. "Do I know you?" I glanced behind me just as Sabinereplied, "No. I don't think so." "Noelle Lange, this is Sabine DuLac," I said, lifting a hand in introduction. "She's a transfer this year." "A pleasure," Noelle said with a small smile. "I've heard so much about you," Sabine gushed. "Really? I've heard nothing about you," Noelle replied, looking bored as she picked an invisible piece of lint off her Chaiken sweater. Sabine's excited expression crumbled and she shot me a betrayed and embarrassed look. I wanted to explain that I would have told Noelle all about her if I'd had any contact with the girl whatsoever before last weekend. But it seemed too lame to try to explain right then in front of everyone, and people were starting to chatter again, asking Noelle where she'd been and whether she'd heard from Kiran Hayes or Taylor Bell and what was up with her and Dash. Questions I was dying to hear the answers to. "Come on,Reed. I've got some presents for you," Noelle said over her shoulder, as the others ushered her toward her room. Presents? This just got better and better. I shot Sabine an apologetic look, resolved to explain later, and followed Noelle. Just like old times.
THE FUTURE OF BILLINGS
"So, what is up with you and Dash?" Shelby asked as Noelle flipped open the top of her Louis Vuitton trunk. I held my breath as she stood up straight. She shot a conspiratorial look over her shoulder. "Dash is fine," she said, deftly avoiding the real question. Did she not want our friends to know they'd broken up? And if not, why? "Have you heard he was the only freshman at Yale to make the sailing team?" As the other girls "oohed" and
"ahhed" over this achievement, my insides burned. How did she know this and I didn't?
She was supposed to be broken up with him, and he'd been e-mailing me since the beginning of the year. Maybe I wasn't worthy of the big news. Not like Noelle. "So, this Cromwell guy is kind of a jackass, huh?" Noelle said, tossing an armful of cashmere sweaters and scarves from the trunk into a drawer and slamming it shut. For a girl who owned some of the most expensive stuff available to womankind, she had never treated any of it with all that much respect. To her, everything was replaceable, expendable. She had an endless supply of luxury at her fingertips.
London, Vienna, Tiffany, Portia, Rose, Shelby, and I were all gathered around the room, but none of us dared answer. Everyone was clearly a tad freaked at being back in Cheyenne's room now that her parents had cleaned it out. They must have come and gone while we were shopping. It seemed so empty, even with Noelle's bags piled everywhere. So eerie. I couldn't speak for anyone else, but I had this creepy feeling that someone was watching us. Judging us. "What?" Noelle asked, noting the silence. "We hate him," London blurted."That's an understatement," Portia said."He killed Cheyenne," Vienna put in.Whiplash. "What?" I steadied myself against Cheyenne's--no, Noelle's-desk."Everyone knows it," London said, her eyes wide. "He expelled her, then she killed herself that night. We all know she, like, lived for this place. Ergo--"
"Everyone here blames him," Tiffany said, adjusting the long lens on her old-school camera.How did I not know this? Maybe because I'd been too busy obsessing about who Cheyenne herself had blamed. "If he hadn't been such an unyielding asshole--" "Tell me about it," Noelle said, rolling her
Noelle's eyes slid past my shoulder. "Do I know you?" I glanced behind me just as Sabinereplied, "No. I don't think so." "Noelle Lange, this is Sabine DuLac," I said, lifting a hand in introduction. "She's a transfer this year." "A pleasure," Noelle said with a small smile. "I've heard so much about you," Sabine gushed. "Really? I've heard nothing about you," Noelle replied, looking bored as she picked an invisible piece of lint off her Chaiken sweater. Sabine's excited expression crumbled and she shot me a betrayed and embarrassed look. I wanted to explain that I would have told Noelle all about her if I'd had any contact with the girl whatsoever before last weekend. But it seemed too lame to try to explain right then in front of everyone, and people were starting to chatter again, asking Noelle where she'd been and whether she'd heard from Kiran Hayes or Taylor Bell and what was up with her and Dash. Questions I was dying to hear the answers to. "Come on,Reed. I've got some presents for you," Noelle said over her shoulder, as the others ushered her toward her room. Presents? This just got better and better. I shot Sabine an apologetic look, resolved to explain later, and followed Noelle. Just like old times.
THE FUTURE OF BILLINGS
"So, what is up with you and Dash?" Shelby asked as Noelle flipped open the top of her Louis Vuitton trunk. I held my breath as she stood up straight. She shot a conspiratorial look over her shoulder. "Dash is fine," she said, deftly avoiding the real question. Did she not want our friends to know they'd broken up? And if not, why? "Have you heard he was the only freshman at Yale to make the sailing team?" As the other girls "oohed" and
"ahhed" over this achievement, my insides burned. How did she know this and I didn't?
She was supposed to be broken up with him, and he'd been e-mailing me since the beginning of the year. Maybe I wasn't worthy of the big news. Not like Noelle. "So, this Cromwell guy is kind of a jackass, huh?" Noelle said, tossing an armful of cashmere sweaters and scarves from the trunk into a drawer and slamming it shut. For a girl who owned some of the most expensive stuff available to womankind, she had never treated any of it with all that much respect. To her, everything was replaceable, expendable. She had an endless supply of luxury at her fingertips.
London, Vienna, Tiffany, Portia, Rose, Shelby, and I were all gathered around the room, but none of us dared answer. Everyone was clearly a tad freaked at being back in Cheyenne's room now that her parents had cleaned it out. They must have come and gone while we were shopping. It seemed so empty, even with Noelle's bags piled everywhere. So eerie. I couldn't speak for anyone else, but I had this creepy feeling that someone was watching us. Judging us. "What?" Noelle asked, noting the silence. "We hate him," London blurted."That's an understatement," Portia said."He killed Cheyenne," Vienna put in.Whiplash. "What?" I steadied myself against Cheyenne's--no, Noelle's-desk."Everyone knows it," London said, her eyes wide. "He expelled her, then she killed herself that night. We all know she, like, lived for this place. Ergo--"
"Everyone here blames him," Tiffany said, adjusting the long lens on her old-school camera.How did I not know this? Maybe because I'd been too busy obsessing about who Cheyenne herself had blamed. "If he hadn't been such an unyielding asshole--" "Tell me about it," Noelle said, rolling her
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