Here Lies Bridget. Paige Harbison
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was sure to be found out. And then, instead of being given any mercy for ultimately telling the truth, I’d get in trouble for the whole thing. I wasn’t exactly on death row, but still. Being expelled from Winchester Prep and not going to college would have been mortifying. Unheard of.
The talk of the town. Especially if it was because of something stupid like this.
I decided I shouldn’t think about it too hard. So after figuring that spending most of an afternoon by myself was enough coping, I decided it was time to move on to bitching.
And that meant calling Jillian and Michelle to come over for Chinese food and, though I didn’t mention it, a bitch-fest.
Michelle said she’d come over, but after dinner. Jillian was all for it, and said she’d be over as soon as she could. I told her to pick up the Chinese, and that it should be on her. I reminded her that she owed me for the pair of Von Dutch jeans I’d given her anyway. I’d given them to her because my father had made some comment about them being tight, and since then I had felt self-conscious in them. Not that I’d admit that. I just told her that I’d never liked them.
When Jillian finally got there, we settled onto the couch with our chopsticks and paper boxes of food and turned on some trashy reality TV show.
I took a bite of my chicken fried rice and glanced at her. She looked down, dipped her dumpling in soy sauce and took a bite. I contained myself for a few minutes as we ate our food and watched the show. Then I launched into what had happened with Brett.
Well, the version of the story she had to hear. That was the biggest problem with Jillian; every word I said to her had to be carefully considered, as if I was shouting it through a megaphone.
It’s not that Jillian went around whispering other people’s secrets into people’s ears like in that old Norman Rockwell painting. She just let everyone in on the secrets through heavy implications, broad hints and, from the experience I had with extracting the best gossip from her, a lot of facial expressions that served as answers to leading questions. I truly believed, however, that she didn’t do it intentionally. You could doubtless hook her up to a lie detector and she would pass with flying colors.
She honestly seemed unaware.
So that was why I was going to have to be careful what I said to her.
“Okay, so are you ready to the hear about the biggest drama of this week?”
“Um, duh?”
I told her everything I had told Headmaster Ransic. Everything from how hard I’d studied to Brett passing me the note during class, to getting caught, feeling bad about having to rat out Brett and going to the office. She drank in every word, gasping in all the right places.
By the time I finished the story, I knew she wasn’t going to need persuading. She was on my side. And if she was, then anyone who heard the story from her would be, too.
After she gushed about how unfair it was that I even had to go to the office, I asked her if she’d heard anything more about the new girl.
“Well, nothing except that she’s way nice and everyone loves her. She’s really popular already. It’s only been like forty-eight hours since she got into town!” she said, chewing on the end of a chopstick.
“Oh, my God! You guys should totally hang out. I mentioned you on her first day, and she didn’t even know who you were yet.”
I almost asked her why she would suggest that when she knew what I’d told her about what Anna had said. Then I remembered the grenade. And then I thought about what had been happening to me.
My popularity was dwindling, and Anna’s was increasing.
Inside, I felt like some kind of worst fear had been confirmed. I had to stop this Anna girl from blowing up my life. And I knew exactly how.
“Jillian?”
“Yeah?”
“How quickly can you tell everyone about the big party tomorrow night?”
“What big party?”
“The one we’re going to have.”
Jillian squealed and started bouncing quietly on her sofa cushion. She was obsessed with parties. Sometimes I’d wake up on the day of one of my parties, wander blearily down the stairs, and spot her outside setting up with Meredith. I was lucky to have them—I rarely had to do much.
A party was the perfect solution. It was time to reassert my popularity. Time to show Anna who wore the skinny jeans in this town. Better too soon than too late.
“'K, so get started,” I said, and Jillian nodded. I was gratified by her consistent agreeability.
“Tomorrow you should get here early. We’ll have to set up. Plus I’ve got better makeup than you do. We’ll have to tell Michelle to come early also. She wears stuff from, like, the drugstore.” I made a blech sound.
Jillian was already on her phone texting out invites.
She, Michelle and I were up until two in the morning setting up for the party. I’d inform Meredith of my plans the next day. Not that it mattered anyway, because she would be flying to Florida that afternoon.
And with that parent- and guardian-less freedom, I decided that Michelle’s twenty-two-year-old brother was going to have to do something more useful than sitting around playing video games.
THE NEXT DAY, JILLIAN, Michelle and I were sitting at my kitchen table eating breakfast.
Well, mostly I was.
I was scarfing down sugary cereal. Jillian was reading the nutritional facts, eating a banana and telling me all of the reasons why I shouldn’t be eating “that bowl of sugar.” Michelle wasn’t eating anything.
“Michelle, eat something.” I glared at her.
“I’m not hungry, it’s fine.”
“Michelle.”
“Seriously, Bridget.”
I considered her for a moment.
“What, do you not like what I have to eat or something?”
I narrowed my eyes at her as she exhaled edgily.
“I’m just not hungry, okay?”
My phone vibrated on the table. I silenced it, not interested in reading yet another excited text from someone I didn’t care about saying something about C ya tonite! or Thanks for the invite!
We’d invited everyone we knew. And it felt like all of them were texting me. Which was all well and good—maybe people hadn’t been doing what I told them to lately, but I seriously doubted that everyone would stop being this eager to be my friend any time soon.
“Fine,” I said, as I took another bite from my cereal.
“As long as you’re not just overreacting to Jillian’s little health freak-out over there. It’s not like she even knows what she’s talking about.”
She didn’t say anything, and just as I was about to grill her some more, Meredith came quietly into the kitchen. She was rubbing her lips together and closing a lipstick.
“Oh, good morning, girls!” She smiled.
I sneered. I didn’t know why, but as soon as she walked into the room, I felt like she’d been offensive somehow.
“I’m having a party tonight,” I said, giving her no greeting whatsoever.
“Are you?”
“Yes.” I looked challengingly at her. Then I spotted her purse and suitcase by the front door. “I thought your flight wasn’t until four. Are you leaving now?”
It would be exactly like her to leave so ridiculously early for a flight. Even that conscientiousness