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Her eyes were wide. I had never seen Cheyenne speechless before.

“I know how much you love this place,” I said. “I know how much it would kill you to have to go live in Pemberly with the commoners.”

“You can’t.”

“Oh, I can.” I felt strong as I stared her down. Certain. I had the high road. I was in charge. “Don’t test me, Cheyenne. I learned from the best.”

With that, I turned around and went back into my room, slamming the door in her face. Finally, I had gotten the last word.

Between my bio lab and chem class I received a text from Rose telling me to come straight back to Billings after soccer practice for a meeting. I spent the entire time on the field missing passes, shooting wide, and falling all over myself, my mind on other things. On Josh. On Cheyenne. On their gut-crushing betrayal. And on this meeting. What could it possibly be about? I couldn’t even begin to hazard a guess, but considering my current frame of mind, I knew it couldn’t be good.

“How’re you holding up?” Astrid asked me as we tromped down the hill back toward the school buildings.

Her question made my fists clench. She was, after all, friends with the enemy. Why was she asking? So she could report back to Cheyenne?

“I’m fine,” I said flatly.

“Reed, I’m not on her side,” Astrid said, stopping in her tracks.

It took me a few more steps to pause. I held my breath as I looked at her, but I had no idea what to say.

“I think that she’s a complete cow for what she did,” Astrid told me, tucking her soccer ball under her arm. “We never were proper friends, just people who knew each other through our families, and at this point I feel quite sure we never will be.”

My heart felt squishy and warm and distrustful at the same time. “I don’t know what to say.”

“I don’t blame you for not trusting me, but one day you will,” Astrid said, completely unfazed. “I have a way of growing on people.”

She winked and I laughed. “Okay. Fair enough.”

Her cell phone beeped and she pulled it from her duffel bag and groaned. “Bollocks.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“Text from the Nazi herself. Says all the newbies are to go directly to the library and wait for further instruction. Bloody hell. I was looking forward to a shower.”

All the little hairs on my neck stood on end. What the hell was going on? It was all I could do to keep from running to Billings to find out, but I didn’t want Astrid to think I was not in the know. I walked her to the split in the path, then speed-walked my way into the house.

There was a lot of chatter coming from the parlor. Glasses clinked, girls giggled, general sounds of merriment. I walked over to the doorway and found every last one of my housemates, minus the six new girls, gathered around a tray of lemonade, chattering away. I’d just walked into a WASP-athon.

“Reed! There you are!” Vienna called out. She quickly poured me a crystal tumbler full of lemonade and got up to present it to me. Tiffany snapped our picture. “Now we can get started!”

I dropped my soccer bag on the floor. “Started with what, exactly?”

“Planning the initiation ceremony,” Rose said.

“I get to be in charge of invitations!” London trilled happily, fanning herself with a stationery catalog.

“I thought we weren’t having initiation,” I said. “Didn’t the headmaster basically forbid it?” Like that mattered anymore, but still. Someone had to say it.

“There are certain traditions we must uphold,” Cheyenne said, walking around the couch and settee to stand in front of me. If she had been intimidated by me the night before, she wasn’t showing it now. It was amazing how my blood boiled at the very sight of her. Her and her smug, prissy face. All day, every time I laid eyes on her, all I could think about was her and Josh. Were they together now? A couple? He’d been sitting exclusively at the Ketlar table, avoiding us both like we were contagious, but who knew if they were meeting in secret? Who knew what they had done together? She’d killed the best thing in my life. Stolen my boyfriend. And now here she was lecturing me about something as ridiculous as tradition.

“That’s great, Cheyenne, except when the keeping-up-tradition could get us all expelled,” I said finally.

A few of the girls exchanged looks, as if this hadn’t occurred to them before. I looked down my nose at Cheyenne, straightening to full height. All the better to remind her of how scary I could be.

“Let’s look at it this way, Reed,” Cheyenne said, placing her palms together. She looked at me with pity, like she was talking to an addled old woman. “How would you feel if you’d had to miss out on the experience of your Billings initiation just because some new headmaster randomly decided to crack down?”

She had me there. As odd and frightening and unexpected as my initiation had been at first, it had also been fairly cool. It had been the first time at Easton that I had actually felt as if I belonged somewhere. As if I was wanted. But then there was that small question of the vote. Of the fact that some of the girls were not technically wanted at all.

“Let me ask you this,” I said. “Who, exactly, are we initiating?”

“All of them!” Rose announced happily.

“Really?” I was stunned.

“We all talked it over before you got here and we decided you were right,” Cheyenne said, just about containing the sour look in her eyes. “We can’t fight the headmaster on this. And it’s not like they’re lepers or something. They’re all . . . adequate.”

“And we can work on the ones who aren’t,” London added.

Translation? I’d won. Cheyenne had seen it in my eyes the night before that I meant business. I had actually intimidated someone into submission. My heart welled with pride. It was all I could do to keep from happy-dancing around her like she were a sombrero. Maybe she had taken Josh, but I had taken her pride. It was a small victory.

“And we can’t spend the entire year working against these girls. We do have other things to focus on. Applications, senior events . . . ”

She glanced at me in an almost teasing way, and I felt my face turn red. Josh. She was thinking about Josh. Mocking me about him.

Take the high road, Reed. Don’t tear her hair out just yet. She’s conceding the war to you right now. She’s just trying to save face.

“Fine. I’m glad you finally came around,” I told her. “But we cannot let the headmaster find out about this.”

“Well, obvi,” Portia said, rolling her big brown eyes.

I would
love
to see Portia in a job interview. Seriously. Not that she would ever have to go through one.

“Now, let’s get to work,” Cheyenne said. “We have a big event to plan and not much time.”

As much as I still wanted to throttle Cheyenne, I couldn’t help smiling as I joined the rest of the Billings Girls. I had won. Billings would be a better place because of me. I had beaten Cheyenne.

How I wished Noelle could see me now.

Tiffany struggled to catch up with me as we walked to class after lunch. I had been hyperaware of Josh staring at me from across the cafeteria, and I needed to get away as fast as I could. No way I wanted another dramatic encounter. I just wanted it to be done. Done and over and forgotten.

“Reed! Reed, wait up!”

It was him. My steps hurried forward.

“Reed, you need to take this up as an Olympic sport,” Tiffany told me, breathless at my side.

“Reed! Please don’t do this!”

“I’m sorry, Tiffany. I gotta go.”

I started running. I knew I looked insane, with my hair whipping around and my heavy bag banging against my side, but I didn’t care. I was halfway up the steps to the class building when he caught up to me. Grabbed my sleeve. A couple of sophomores on their way inside looked at me, alarmed, and I averted my gaze.

“What do you want, Josh?”

I made the mistake of looking at him. God, he was gorgeous. Even more so when I couldn’t have him. Couldn’t touch him. Couldn’t kiss him. He was supposed to be dead to me. How could he be so beautiful?

“We have to talk about this,” he said, heaving for air. His eyes were desperate. Pleading. “This can’t just be over. It can’t.”

My heart was choking me. I had to get out of there. “But it is. It is over. You have to leave me alone.”

I had never seen anyone look so crushed. Maybe it was all true. Maybe he had been drugged. Maybe it wasn’t his fault. . . .

No. No. I was not going there. I was not going to be the idiot. He’d broken my heart. No one got a second chance to do that. Not again.

“I have to go.”

“Reed—”

Tiffany caught up with us then, thank God. She put her arm through mine and stared him down. “We’re leaving.”

That was all I needed. I turned and shoved through the doors. I had only taken two shaky steps inside when a voice stopped me.

“Breaking hearts again, Brennan?”

It was Ivy Slade. Standing behind us near the door, slim arms crossed over her slim chest. Amused. Challenging.

“Who the hell do you think you are? You don’t even know me!” I blurted, getting right in her face.

I was already so pent up from the encounter with Josh, I was practically grateful to her for giving me a reason to explode. But she didn’t even flinch.

“Oh, I know you. I know you better than you can possibly imagine.”

It took a good five seconds for any of this to process. By the time it did, Tiffany was trying to tug me away. “Don’t listen to her, Reed. It’s pointless.”

But I couldn’t walk away now. “What do you mean?” I asked her. “Who told you about me? Taylor? Are you still in touch with Taylor Bell?”

Her thin lips twisted into a smirk.

“You are, aren’t you? Where is she? What the hell happened to her?” I asked, feeling wild and out of control in the face of her complete calm. “What did she tell you about me?”

“Classic Reed,” she said. “Always so full of questions.”

I saw red. I couldn’t believe this girl was standing there talking down to me like this. Talking as if she knew anything about me.

“Who the hell
are
you?” I demanded.

She simply smiled and stepped around us, walking slowly and unaffectedly down the hall. Turning her back on me like I was so unworthy of her time.

“Bitch,” Tiffany said under her breath.

I was shaking from head to toe. “What just happened?” I asked her. “What is that girl’s deal?”

“Reed, breathe,” Tiffany told me.

I did. I sucked in air. Didn’t realize until that moment that I hadn’t done that for a while.

“Good. Now listen to me,” Tiffany said, her brown eyes serious. “Do not spend one extra second thinking about Ivy Slade. She’s just messing with you.”

“But why?” I asked.

“Because it’s what she does,” Tiffany said, looking down the hall after the girl. “It’s pretty much what she lives for.”

Ivy paused at the door of a classroom, flipped her long black hair back, and smiled knowingly. A chill enveloped my insides, and fear gripped my heart. I practically fell onto the bench near the wall.

“Reed? Are you okay?” Tiffany asked.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. It’s just been an emotional couple of minutes,” I told her.

“Should I get the nurse? Do you need water?” she asked.

I must have looked really bad to merit that reaction. I tipped forward and put my head between my knees. I was fine. Or I would be. I just had to let this feeling pass. This eerily familiar feeling.

This feeling I hadn’t felt since the last time I’d looked into Ariana Osgood’s eyes.

“What’s the matter?” I asked Sabine as she caught up to me on the steps of the library later that day. The sun was just dipping below the horizon, and the tiny lights that lined the stone pathways flickered on, casting a warm, welcoming glow. It was a beautiful late-summer evening. I, however, couldn’t wait to get inside. All day, whenever I was out in the open. I felt like a gazelle in the middle of lion country, always afraid that Josh was about to come around the corner or that Ivy would find me again and systematically pick apart my brain. Sabine, however, looked even more stressed than I felt. “Is it Cheyenne? What did she do now?”

“No. I just found out I have to pick a sport.” She pulled a face, like the idea of physical exertion was disgusting to her.

“You don’t play anything?” I asked, opening the door for her.

“Not really,” she said. “Tennis, a bit, but that’s in the spring. I have to do something now.”

“Why don’t you join the soccer team?” I suggested.

She guffawed. “Oh, because I know nothing about soccer and have a fear of large girls with a lust for blood?”

I laughed. “Nice picture. But it doesn’t matter. Astrid’s on the team and she’s not much of an athlete. There are always a few who just ride the bench. You could be one of those people.”

“Maybe . . . ” Her face brightened slightly. “Okay. I will think about it. Thanks, Reed.”

I smiled as we found ourselves a table, the whole Josh thing momentarily reduced to a minor ache. I was so glad Sabine had decided to come to Easton of all the schools in New England.

“Omigod, you guys!”

Constance came tearing around the stacks, all wild-haired and bright-eyed, like something cute and hyper out of a Disney cartoon.

“Look what I got!” she exclaimed.

She sat down next to me and slid a small ivory card out of her notebook. Sabine sat back when she saw it, uninterested, but I picked it up. It was of thick stock and had very few words printed on it in a swirling script.

Constance Talbot

The Sisters of Billings House

Request the Honor of Your Presence

in the Billings Parlor

Ten o’clock

Tonight

Wear only white

“Did your invitation look like that?” Constance asked breathlessly.

“Actually my invitation looked like a half-empty dorm room, remember?” I said.

“Oh, yeah. Right. But this is it, right? Initiation?” she whispered, looking around. “Are we going to get our diamond
B
s there?”