Undead Much (19 page)

  I, for one, thought this would be something good for Settlers to know from the get-go. With so much at risk, why did SA feel the consequences of exposure were something to be concealed until there was no choice but to drag people like Monica and me into their secret beige meeting room and scare us half to death
after
we’d screwed up? It made about as much sense as extremely conservative parents not telling their daughters about the consequences of sex until
after
they were already pregnant. Shutting the barn door after the horse was loose, much?

  But then, I was beginning to think SA wasn’t nearly as smart as they believed themselves to be. Our remaining undiscovered for so long seemed due more to humanity’s tendency not to see things they didn’t want to see, rather than cleverness on the part of Settlers’ Affairs.

  “I want to be certain you both understand the facts as they have been presented.” Elder Crane stared at us, his watery blue eyes drilling a hole in the air above our heads. He didn’t do eye contact, but Elder Thomas did.

  Her eyes met mine and I wished I could sink through the floor. If I never saw another accusing glare in my life, I would die a happy girl. I couldn’t
wait
for the chance to talk to Kitty about the DNA test and be on my way to being Miss Goody Two-Shoes again. “If our world and our work were to become matters of common knowledge, our power to Settle the dead would fade and eventually disappear completely.”

  “We would be helpless to prevent the chaos we’ve described,” another Elder added. I thought it was Elder Nevins, but couldn’t be sure. I’d only seen the man a couple times. He was from the Little Rock council and usually didn’t bother meddling in our small-town affairs.

  “We understand, sir,” Monica said. “And I think I speak for both of us when I say-”

  “I’d be careful of whom I aligned myself with, Miss Parsons.” Nevins didn’t bother to hide his contempt for me the way the others had. I expected Monica to take the hint, but she didn’t.

  “I’m always careful, Mr. Bevins.” Bevins, not Nevins. I’d been close. “Neither Megan nor I have done anything wrong.”

  She was either crazy or way more loyal than I’d ever dreamed. Either way, I had to fight the urge to lean over and hug her. The Monicster was standing up for me, and it meant a lot. A whole lot. Ethan hadn’t been allowed into the meeting and had headed down to the hospital to continue his investigation, so I would have been completely on my own in hostile territory without her.

  “That remains to be-”

  “We’ve simply been responding to hostile Out-of-Grave Phenomenons in the way we’ve been trained to respond,” Monica said, interrupting Elder Crane as though she smart-mouthed Settlers’ Affairs council members on a daily basis. “Considering Megan hasn’t even passed her third-stage exam yet, I feel our work has been more than adequate and-”

  “That’s enough, Monica,” Elder Thomas said.

  “And I think the move to condemn Megan before she’s even been tried,” Monica pressed on, raising her voice to be heard over the grumbles of the council, “before she and her family have even been made aware of the evidence gathered in the case against her is-”

  “The evidence was delivered to Miss Berry’s mother yesterday afternoon,” Elder Thomas snapped, which succeeded in shutting Monica down rather effectively.

  Oh God, not again. My mom had lied to me
again
. My eyes slid closed and my chest did that horrible squeezing thing it did whenever my world turned upside down. At this rate, you’d think it would eventually do a complete three-sixty and be right-side up again.

  So far-no such luck.

  “But Elder Thomas,” I said, ashamed to be confessing my own family couldn’t be bothered to be honest with me. “I had no idea. I’d really like to see the evidence for myself, since it is my-”

  “It’s in your guardian’s hands.” Elder Thomas stood and the rest of the council began to gather briefcases and purses from the floor. We were all working people here and had to be at school or the office in the next half hour. Life continued and people had places to be, no matter that a girl was dead, or the world might be on the verge of a zombie apocalypse, or my entire life was falling apart. “Whether she decides to share that evidence with the minor in her charge is her concern.”

  The minor in her charge. Gah!! I hated that phrase.

  I hated it even more that grown-ups seemed to randomly decide when to treat teenagers like kids and when to treat them like adults. Why was it okay for them to expect me to hold a full-time job and put my life on the line when weird zombies started attacking Carol, but then turn around and deny me information like I was some stupid infant? It made me furious, and for a split second that rabid lust for revenge surged inside of me once more.

  How fabulous would it feel to wipe the smug, condescending, condemning looks from all these people’s faces? How vindicating to show them what it felt like to be falsely accused? I could find a way to show them. I could-

  “Come on, let’s get out of here. We still have time for donuts before school if we hurry.” Monica grabbed my hand and squeezed before reaching for her own bag. “I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling the need for some major French cruller therapy.”

  “I think йclair therapy is more up my alley,” I said, sounding as shaky as I felt.

  That was the third time in less than twelve hours that I’d had a passing fantasy about using black magic. First with Cliff, then with Mom, and now with the entire SA council of Elders. It was insane, especially considering I knew very little about the black arts.

  Where was the urge coming from?

  I mean, I was angry, but I wasn’t
that
angry. Black magic was soul-destroying, karmic suicide, and body temperatures induced by casting with wicked intent caused permanent brain damage. Jess and her seizures were living proof of that. Were these losers and their suspicions-which I
knew
would be proven false no matter what evidence Mom was withholding-really worth brain damage?

  The logical answer was no, but there was still that… temptation, which made me determined to get to the bottom of this ASAP.

  Which meant I had to refocus my priorities…

  “Listen, I’m not going to be able to sell tickets for the fund-raiser at lunch today,” I said, hunching inside my coat as I followed Monica out into the parking lot and across the street. “I need to talk to Kitty and find out what my parents have been hiding and-”

  “And you’ll have better luck snooping around while they’re at work.” She held out her hand. “Give me the tickets. I’ll try to sell them for you. Worse comes to worst, we can put you to work organizing everyone else’s schedule and fetching cocoa.”

  “Worse comes to worst, I’m not there at all. Monica, I have to make proving my innocence my first priority. I might not have time to go ice-skating tonight. You know what I’m saying?”

  She stopped at the corner and spun to face me after pushing the button for the crosswalk. “You’ll make time. No matter what’s going on, you’ve got to make time for normal life.”

  “But I-”

  “No. Matter. What. Even when it seems stupid. Because the second you let the Settler stuff take over, you’re not fully alive anymore.”

  “I won’t be fully alive if I’m in jail, either.”

  She grabbed my sleeve and pulled me across the street, lecturing the entire way. “We’re not normal and we never will be, but we have to hold on to our human lives. Otherwise, the dead will take you over. And once that happens, it becomes easier not to care so much about the living.” She didn’t say it in so many words, but I read the same temptation I’d been feeling in the glance she threw over her shoulder. I wasn’t the only one drawn to the more sinister aspect of our gifts.

  The relief that dumped into my veins was the most amazing thing Monica had ever given me, and that was saying something after the past few days. I owed her, big-time, and if she thought ice-skating would keep me from the dark side of the force, I would be there.

  “Okay. I’ll make time.”

  “No matter what.”

  I nodded, and followed her into the dingy donut shop next to the 7-Eleven. It had rank coffee, but the fried dough was to die for. “As long as I still have legs by seven o’clock.”

  “Eh, you don’t need legs to sell cocoa. We can just prop you up behind the table or something.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and I saw the CHS version of Monica Parsons come alive.

  There were a lot of other people from our school around and she was getting into character. It was weird that I’d never noticed that about her before. Still, she wasn’t treating me like the annoying underclassman with poor fashion sense just yet. Maybe we’d finally crossed some bridge and begun a friendship in the real world… or maybe it was the fact that I was wearing her clothes.

  “What do you want? I’m buying,” she said, as we shuffled closer to the counter.

  I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She was just being so great. “Two chocolate йclairs, please. And thanks. So much. For everything. I really-”

  “God, don’t. Please.” Monica’s nose wrinkled like I’d just farted on her leg. “Between the love-fest this morning and your puppy-dog eyes, I’m really going to be sick.”

  “I like puppy-dog eyes.” I turned to see Aaron in line directly behind us with Dana and the twins. “Especially Megan’s.”

  “Cut it out, Aaron,” Dana snapped, glaring at me. “This isn’t the time to be flirting with the enemy. Have some respect for Tabitha. She’s going to be in the hospital for like, ever.”

  Kimberly and Kate joined in the glare-fest, their eyes puffy, as though they’d been crying all night. Probably mourning the loss of their team’s flyer. Their stunts just wouldn’t be the same without the little turd on top. But at least Tabitha was still alive. We couldn’t say the same for poor Bobbie Jane. Still, thinking about Tabitha being rolled out of the swamp on a stretcher made me want to offer some sort of sympathy. Luckily, Monica opened her mouth first.

  “Right, Dana, like the respect you showed last night.” Monica turned around and nailed Dana with her best “what kind of oozing sore did you leak out of?” look.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “You were on the phone looking for fresh cheer meat before the ambulance had even pulled out of Pizza Pie,” Monica sneered. “I heard you got that new girl, Nina Alexander, to agree to take Tabitha’s spot on the team. Don’t even try to deny it.”

  “We had to! Tabitha was a flyer! We had to find someone else small enough to-”

  Dana stopped Kate with a hand on her arm. “Forget about it. We don’t have to explain ourselves to the Slut Squad. They don’t care about Tabitha anyway-all they care about is winning the right to roll around on the gym floor like cats in heat at halftime this Saturday.”

  “Dana, that’s not true,” I said. “Last night was horrible, and I think we should just-”

  “Whatever,” Kate said.

  “No one cares what you think, Berry,” her twin snapped.

  “I do.” Aaron smiled, a sweet grin that was out of place in the sea of scowls.

  “Oh, shut up, Aaron.” Dana rolled her eyes. “Come on, girls, I’ve suddenly lost my appetite. Let’s leave the calorie binge to those with more experience.”

  “Later, sweetie,” Monica said, her tone oozing saccharine. When she turned back to me, however, her whisper was ripe with venom. “You’d better make sure you’re at practice this afternoon. We need to be ready to show the boosters something amazing on Saturday and put an end to the question of who owns halftime once and for all.”

  “I’ll be there,” I said, the ghost of my old competitive spirit rearing its head.

  No matter what else was happening, or how my mom had tried to make me feel stupid for caring so much about pom squad, I did still care about dancing the rest of the games. Of all the things in my life, dancing was one of the things I treasured the most. At no other time did I feel so happy and normal, and there was no way I was giving that up without a fight.

  “You look pissed,” Aaron piped up from behind me. “I hope not at me.”

  “No, not at you. It’s just a bunch of stuff.” I turned around in time to see Josh Pickle-a senior I’d had a very brief not-quite-thing with last fall before Ethan and I discovered our true and undying love-and his friend Andy getting in line behind Aaron. They were eyeing him with thinly disguised suspicion and ignoring me. Which was more than fine. Josh had greatly exaggerated how far our physical contact went the night of our
one
date and had been on my dead-tome list for quite some time.

  He’d gotten the message and chosen a new lab partner, but that didn’t stop him from being way too interested in who was flirting with me. Of course, it could be that he was simply shocked to see Aaron trying to get his game on. Most people assumed Aaron was gay just because he was on the cheerleading squad. I, on the other hand, assumed a guy who would endure severe social stigma in the name of getting his hands under a bunch of girls’ skirts when he lifted them into the air was probably pervier than your average bear.

  And he seemed to have a thing for me. Could I not catch a break this week?

  “Thanks.” I smiled, trying to force myself into normal mode.

  “Hey, I’m so sorry about last night.” His smile faded and one large hand came to rest familiarly on my shoulder. “Really, no matter what Dana says, all of us are totally freaked out that Tabitha is hurt and that other girl died. It’s just awful.”

  “Yeah, it was one of the worst nights of my life.”

  “I’m just glad you’re okay. I heard you were hurt trying to fight the gang or something?”

  “Not really.” My eyes slid over to Monica, seeking support, but she was busy ordering donuts. “It was more like Monica and I got in the way. We were in the back room when they came out of the kitchen.”

  “But you didn’t get bitten or anything? I heard they were biting people?”

  “No, no bites,” I said, praying for a subject change.

  “Scary,” he said. “I wish I’d been there.”