I tried not to take advantage-except when it came to this one thing. I’d give up our old lives, our old names. Soon. Just not quite yet.
“Why don’t you see if Jess and Charlotte want to go to the mall with us Tuesday?” Prairie continued, keeping her voice light. “I can get off a little early, we can try that new sushi place. My treat.”
“Umm… sure. I’ll ask them.”
I tried to ignore the lump in my throat. Prairie was trying so hard-she knew how much it meant to me to fit in here. When we’d first moved to Milwaukee, there had been only a few weeks left in the school year, so she had made arrangements for me to attend a private high school in the fall, and I’d gotten an early start on the summer reading list. Prairie had been on the lookout for friends for me even then; she was so excited when school finally let out and I met Jess and Charlotte at the pool. In a couple of months I would be attending the exclusive Grosbeck Academy with Jess and Charlotte and four hundred girls just like them: pretty, spoiled girls who were used to getting everything they wanted.
Prairie made sure I had everything I needed to fit in. My closet was full of clothes from department stores and expensive boutiques. I had sandals in every color, to show off my pedicure. I had my own bathroom and enough cosmetics and hair products to fill all the cabinets. We had cable and highspeed Internet and great speakers.
No one could tell that three months ago I’d been a freak, an outcast, an orphan in thrift-store rags. A girl nobody wanted, least of all my drug-dealing grandmother, who was now buried in an unmarked grave, courtesy of the citizens of Gypsum.
“So it’s a date, then,” Prairie said, giving me a quick squeeze. She looked so pleased that I didn’t say what I’d been trying to find words for: that maybe we could make it just the two of us. Just for a little longer.
I wanted
2
WHEN TUESDAY EVENING rolled around, I let Prairie down.
I waited until she got home to tell her. I told myself it was because she never took her phone into the lab where they conducted the experiments-she was part of a team doing some kind of research with high magnetic fields, and they couldn’t take anything electronic into the lab with them-but the truth was that I could have left a message on her work phone, or her cell phone. I knew she checked both the minute she got out of the lab-after she checked the
I didn’t call any of those numbers, though. At five, when Prairie came home all excited about our evening out, I was waiting for her, sitting on one of the barstools in the kitchen.
Her smile slipped a little when she saw what I was wearing. I knew the blue halter top showed too much, and the white shorts were too short-and the platform sandals were way over the top. But Charlotte had called after lunch, and once she’d talked me into her plan, she coached me about what to wear-“You’ll look so hot, Amber”-and if I showed up in something else, it would be proof that I didn’t fit in.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m going out with Charlotte and Jess,” I mumbled, not meeting Prairie’s eyes.
“Oh, are they… We’re not going for sushi?”
I shook my head and reached for my purse. In my sandals I was taller than Prairie. “Change of plans. We’re going to catch a movie and then maybe go out for a late dinner, just me and them.”
There was a pause, and I edged toward the door, feeling my face go hot.
“Okay. Just… call me if you’re going to be late,” Prairie said in a small voice, and hearing her try to stay cheerful was worse than her getting angry and yelling at me.
Maybe that was why I snapped at her. “I
Then I ran for the door and let it slam behind me, trying to drown out the shocked silence. But I couldn’t put the image of Prairie out of my mind: she stood there in her neat tailored clothes with her hand to her throat, looking pretty and elegant and more worried than I’d ever seen her.
I might have said no to Charlotte, except that Gojo was bringing his summer interns. And they were nineteen and twenty, business students at the university, which made it seem almost okay. Well, at least a lot more okay than when it was just us and a twenty-eight-year-old guy.
We met at Charlotte’s town house, on the other side of the development. She’d snuck a bottle of vodka into her room. She mixed it with raspberry Crystal Light in big plastic glasses. While we did each other’s makeup, I drank some, instead of just pretending, like I usually did. It seemed to me that Charlotte was watching me more carefully than usual, like she was coming to a conclusion about me that would determine whether I would still be a part of the in crowd when summer ended.
Jess had told me that Charlotte was a big deal at Grosbeck. I didn’t doubt it, and I also thought I knew why Charlotte had chosen Jess as her best friend: Jess was rich and pretty but she was neither smart nor opinionated. She did as she was told, and she seemed more than happy to let Charlotte make all the decisions.
Like now: Charlotte told her to try the green eyeliner under her lower lashes, and Jess just sat there like one of those makeup Barbie heads I’d always wanted when I was a little girl, letting Charlotte draw it on. When Charlotte turned to me, I snapped shut the compact I was holding before she could start in on me, and announced that I was ready. I could see that Charlotte had something on the tip of her tongue, but with my short platinum hair and the clothes I was wearing, too much eye makeup would make me look like a slut, which was
In fact, I almost went home after we said goodbye to Charlotte’s folks. I thought we were going to try to sneak out, but Charlotte took us straight past her mom and stepdad, who were watching TV in the family room. Charlotte’s mom jumped up, spilling her wine, and told us to have fun at the movie. She gave Charlotte a noisy peck on the cheek and then squinted at me and Jess, swaying slightly on her spike heels.
“Don’t you girls look sweet?” she said, breathing wine in my face and giving me a view of her ample cleavage, which her tight pink top didn’t cover very well.
At least I knew where Charlotte got her sense of style.
By the time we’d walked to Gojo’s apartment, my sandals were hurting my feet. Outside his door, Charlotte gave us a quick once-over, tugging at Jess’s top, then fluffing the front of my hair so it swooped over one eye, which made it hard to see. I pushed it back behind my ear. “Whatever,” Charlotte sighed as Gojo opened the door, wearing a sunburn and a loud print shirt.
His interns, Justin and Calvin, didn’t seem all that impressive to me. Justin was thin, with a red line of acne along his hairline, and Calvin had on a work shirt buttoned too high and jeans that looked like he’d ironed them. They didn’t match my image of the kind of guys Charlotte and Jess would hang out with, but maybe it was enough that they were older and eager to party with us. They’d already been drinking, it was clear. I decided to stick to water for the rest of the night, since I was already feeling the vodka. Until I met Charlotte, I’d had alcohol only once, back when I lived with Gram. I tasted one of her beers when I was ten and trying to figure out why she liked it so much.
By nine-thirty we still hadn’t had dinner-Gojo had promised to get takeout but had somehow never gotten around to it-and the party had splintered into couples. Gojo turned the lights down low before he and Charlotte went out on the balcony, leaving the door open, so we could hear them murmuring and laughing. Justin pulled Jess down on his lap on the couch and she pretended to resist, but it was pretty clear where they were headed, especially since she was probably the drunkest person there. She’d been pounding rum-and-Cokes since we’d arrived.
Calvin seemed just about as thrilled to be stuck with me as I was to be with him. I’d been making small talk,
