Envy

“Adam, just wait-can we just-”

“Enough!” He shoved her backward, and she stumbled back against the wall. “Don’t touch me again, Beth. I mean it.”

That was when she knew. It was over. This person, this thing in front of her who spit out all this hate and anger and venom, who took Kaia’s word over hers, who let Harper-

She couldn’t even think about it. Couldn’t even look at him.

“Just go, then, Adam,” she said wearily through her tears. “If that’s how you feel, why don’t you just go?”

“One more piece of unfinished business,” Adam replied, looking over her shoulder. She turned-Kane stood in the doorway.

“Everything okay out here?” he asked with concern.

“Hey, bro, everything’s just fine. Why don’t you come on out for a little talk?” Adam said heartily.

Kane looked back and forth between the two of them.

“It doesn’t look fine” he said hesitantly, walking toward Beth, who was now slumped against the wall, her head in her hands. He put a hand on her shoulder. “Beth, are you-”

“Don’t touch her,” Adam snapped, knocking Kane’s arm away roughly.

“What’s your problem?” Kane asked, turning to face him.

“You were,” Adam said. Suddenly, he punched Kane in the face, hard, knocking him to the ground. “But not anymore.”

As Kane moaned in pain and Beth looked on in horror, Adam slowly turned his back on them and walked away.

“She’s all yours now,” he called over his shoulder. “You two deserve each other.”

Kane lay on the ground for a moment, moaning-with a few small whimpers thrown in, just for effect. (Not too many, though-it wouldn’t do to have her thinking he was some kind of wimp.) Then he slowly pulled himself up and walked over to Beth, who was frozen in place, staring after Adam’s disappearing figure.

Kane said a silent congratulations to Kaia and Harper-apparently, everything had gone like clockwork. His turn now.

He put a comforting arm around Beth, trying to still her heaving sobs.

She leaned against him for a moment, burying her face in his chest and crying. It’s going to be a bitch to get all of that snot out of the fabric, he thought. But after all this hard work, what’s a little more? So he held her, wishing his hands could stray downward, but he held back, just rubbing her shoulder blades and making comforting noises. Patience, he counseled himself.

“Beth, maybe you want to go inside and talk?” he finally suggested.

At the sound of his voice, she looked up in alarm, almost as if she’d forgotten he was there. She twisted away from him.

“I-I have to go,” she said, wild eyed, backing away from the restaurant.

“Okay,” he said quietly, trying to calm her down. It unsettled him, somehow, to see her like this. It wasn’t that he felt guilty, he insisted to himself. Or that he couldn’t stand to see her hurt. It was just-unsettling. Guys and crying don’t mix, he decided. That was all. “Let me get my keys. I’ll drive you home,” he offered.

“No-no!” she yelped. “I just need to be by myself. I just need to go.”

“Beth, I’m not letting you wander out there by yourself,” he said in alarm. “Not when you’re… like this.”

But it was too late-she’d run off into the darkness.

Once she was safely gone, he shook his head and shrugged. So he’d have to wait. Another day, maybe two. Not a problem. He could be patient. Now that everything was in place, there was nothing standing in his way, he just had to wait.

She’d come back.

They always did.

Harper was antsy. She knew she should study-she might not care about the SATs, but it couldn’t hurt to spend a couple hours at least looking at her books, just so she could say she’d done something.

But she was too excited to concentrate. She couldn’t just sit there and study, not while she was stuck in this weird limbo between triumph and actually reaping the benefits of her victory. She couldn’t sit still, couldn’t stay inside-she wanted to dance, to leap, to drink, to show the world that she was the girl who had everything.

She wanted, in essence, to go out.

Adam was off somewhere with Beth, breaking her heart, she hoped.

Kane, if he was smart, was lurking about, ready to pick up the pieces.

Miranda, she was pretty sure, wasn’t speaking to her. A problem for another day.

She supposed she could call up some of the girls, just choose some names at random from her cell and sucker them into going out-but she didn’t want that. She didn’t want to have to make up an excuse, to have to pretend that today was just another day when in fact today was the day, the start of everything, the day the world was about to open up for her. She wanted someone who would celebrate with her-and know what she was celebrating.

With surprise, she realized what it was-she wanted Kaia.

As she whirled under the lights of Grace’s only “dance club”-a large and half empty bar that played cheesy eighties hits on Friday nights, Kaia was surprised to discover that she was actually having something akin to a good time.

Jack Powell was in for the night. Friday nights were his, and his alone, he’d informed her, and she’d figured that meant she’d be spending a quiet night at home watching TV and painting her nails. (Let these small-town losers study for the SATs-she’d aced the test last spring with the help of Ivy Bound, an intense one-on-one prep program for mediocre rich kids. So Kaia couldn’t care less what happened in the morning.) And then Harper had called, and here they were, downing poorly mixed Cosmos and flailing their arms around to old-school Madonna-two material girls out on the town. For what it was.

And why not? Hadn’t they triumphed over the forces of good and managed to win the fair-haired couple over to the dark side? Harper looked happier than Kaia had ever seen her, and Kaia knew it was more than the vodka.

So let her be happy, Kaia thought. She doesn’t deserve it, but then, who the hell does? Why not Harper? Why not all of them?

Harper swung her arms around Kaia and they belted out the lyrics of the chorus together, at the top of their lungs.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Harper shouted, trying to make herself heard over the music. “I still can’t stand you!”

“Don’t worry, the feeling is mutual,” Kaia yelled, grinning. She spun around and raised her arms above her head, twisting and turning to the steady beat.

It was a scene Kaia would have been hideously embarrassed to witness back in New York, much less participate in-the only people who danced to eighties music were bridge and tunnel chicks trolling for men in the big city, and men with gold teeth and bad breath looking for their next lay.

No, the number one rule of her life in the Big Apple: Only losers look like they’re having fun. Boredom is the new chic.

But here? There was no one to see her-no one who counted, at least. There was only her, Harper, the flashing lights, the drinks, the steady beat and the vibrating floor. She closed her eyes and let the music fill her up, sweeping over her and carrying her body away.

Adam had left a sweatshirt in her room the last time he was there. The last time-maybe it was just that, the last time he would ever be there. Beth moaned and curled up into a tight ball, burying her face in the soft cotton of the shirt. It still smelled like him.

She closed her bloodshot eyes and breathed in deeply, letting herself pretend, for a moment, that he was in the room, lying down beside her, his arms around her, that she was safe.

But it was no use. Her bed was empty-and a sweatshirt, a scent, a thinning memory, was all she had left.

It came in waves: the sadness, the terrifying feeling of being completely alone, completely out of control. It came in waves-she’d heard the phrase before, but never really understood what it meant. That when they came, the powerful feelings swept over her, knocking her down and tossing her about as if she’d been caught by the blast