The Complete Private Collection: Private; Invitation Only; Untouchable; Confessions; Inner Circle; Legacy; Ambition; Revelation; Last Christmas; Paradise ... The Book of Spells; Ominous; Vengeance (153 page)

“But don’t worry. Fair is fair,” she told me, lifting her chin. “You’re not the only one being punished. He will be groveling for a long,
long
time.”

“Noelle, I’m sorry for what happened,” I said, wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans. “You’re right. I stepped over the line. And I’ll do anything to make it up to you. But Noelle, come on. This is between you and me. You didn’t have to drag the whole dorm into it.”

A smile slowly twisted its way across Noelle’s face. “I didn’t. The vote wasn’t even my idea.”

I blinked, stunned. “What?”

“Have you forgotten everything, Reed? This is what Billings is all about. We take care of each other,” she said lightly. “Even when it means deciding between two sisters and turning our backs on the one in the wrong.”

My heart felt sick. Sick and black and sour. How many times had she told me this in the past? That she would always take care of me, always watch out for me, because that was what Billings was all about.
But now I no longer had a right to that privilege. Now she was taking that all away.

“One hour,” Noelle said, tapping her gold watch once. Her tone was so final it weakened my knees. “The clock’s ticking.”

Then she turned her back on me and was gone.

Packing. I was packing up my room. I was no longer welcome in Billings, the only place I had ever really wanted to live. As I shakily removed my clothes from the dresser and placed them in my larger suitcase, I realized my heart had never felt this heavy. It might as well have been made out of lead.

“We tried to talk them out of it, but they wouldn’t hear of it,” Astrid said in her thick British accent. She was slowly, reluctantly, folding up my bedding and stashing it in a large green garbage bag someone had fished out of a supply closet. This was how low I had sunk. Garbage bags as luggage. “It’s a bunch of bollocks if you ask me. Everyone trips up now and again, right? We’re only human.”

“I think a lot of the girls wanted to vote for you to stay, but everyone’s afraid of Noelle,” Constance added. Hovering by the closet, she tugged on a lock of her red hair over and over and over again, eyeing me nervously like I might be on the verge of a breakdown. At least
Constance was speaking to me again. After the fund-raiser she hadn’t even been able to look at me, unable to believe I had backstabbed Noelle. Apparently the thought of me getting booted for it, however, had seemed unfair punishment to her. Neither she nor Sabine had done anything to speed along the process of moving me out. Clearly they were still having as hard a time with this as I was.

“Is there anything we can do?” Sabine asked, sitting on the end of her bed, her green eyes probing mine.

Anything they could do. Like what? Plead my case to Noelle for me? Tie her down and make her listen? Build me a time machine so I could go back to the Legacy and
not
hook up with Dash?

“Help me pack?” I suggested with a sad smile.

Sabine and Constance looked at each other and seemed to come to a grim agreement. Constance turned toward the closet and Sabine got up to help her take the sweaters off the top shelf.

“God, I hate Noelle,” Sabine said. “Someone should really give her a nice kick in the—”

At that moment the door to our room swung open and Noelle strode in. Sabine’s mouth snapped shut and we all froze. Had she heard what Sabine had been saying? If so, she showed no sign. Her attention was focused on me.

“I want all your Billings things back,” she said, her arms crossed over her chest.

I blinked. “Billings things? What Billings things?”

Noelle rolled her eyes. “The Chloé bag, to start. And any other gifts the alumni stashed inside of it. What did they give you? Cash? A credit
card? Whatever it is, I’ll take it now.” She held out a hand and flicked her fingers, like I was just going to drop it all in her palm.

This was a test. I could feel it. Noelle was trying to see just how far she could push me. I knew from experience that I had to push right back.

“No,” I said, lifting my chin defiantly.

“Excuse me?” Noelle replied, her eyes narrowing.

“No. I’m not giving you the bag or anything else,” I told her. I couldn’t give in to her. Couldn’t show weakness. Not if I ever hoped to win back her respect. “Those gifts were given to me. They’re mine.”

“They were gifts given to you when you were president of Billings,” Noelle said, taking a menacing step toward me. “You no longer live here. You have no right to—”

“Sorry, but I think I have every right to keep the things that were given to me as gifts,” I said, trying to be blithe even as my heart pounded in my temples. “They didn’t come with a disclaimer.”

To punctuate my point, I picked up the gorgeous leather Chloé bag and dumped it into Astrid’s garbage bag along with my bedding. Noelle glared at me for a long moment, then sighed, like I was just so juvenile.

“Fine. But I will be taking back the disc,” she said. “That cannot remain in the possession of a nonresident.”

My face prickled with heat. No one else in the room knew about the disc.

“Disc? What disc?” Sabine asked, her green eyes suddenly curious.

“Noelle,” I said through my teeth. “I haven’t told anyone about the—”

“It’s this disc that was given to Reed by the alums,” Noelle said loudly, addressing Sabine. “It’s chock-f of inside info on all of us—on anyone who has ever lived in Billings. She’s had it all semester, Sabine. I’m surprised she didn’t share it with you, of all people.”

Bitch. Total bitch. It wasn’t enough she was throwing me out. Now she was trying to drive a wedge between me and Sabine.

“Inside info?” Astrid asked tentatively. “What kind of inside info?”

“Like stuff about our families and stuff?” Constance said, wide-eyed.

“Like stuff about our past?” Sabine added.

The tension in the room was palpable. All three of them were completely freaked by the idea that I might know their secrets. Noelle, meanwhile, smiled like the Cheshire cat.

“I haven’t read any of your files,” I said, looking around at Sabine, Constance, and Astrid. “I wouldn’t do that.” Then I paused and glanced at Noelle. “To you guys, at least,” I added in a leading way.

I had never looked at Noelle’s file, either, but why not let her think I had? She deserved a touch of paranoia considering what she was putting me through. But of course her smile didn’t falter.

“The disc, Reed,” she said. “You know you have no right to it now.”

There was no point in arguing this. I could tell she wasn’t about to give up. And now more than anything I just wanted to get her out of my room. I turned around and grabbed my portable CD case, then flipped to the John Mayer CD in the back. From behind it, I extracted the Billings disc, which I’d placed there after looking at my own file
last month. As I turned around, Sabine, Constance, and Astrid all stared at the disc as if it were a nuclear bomb. I looked down at it. This tiny thing held so much power. Did I really want to give it to Noelle right in front of them? Was I really going to sell out the only people who had been faithful to me in this whole mess?

Answer? No.

I placed the disc along the edge of my desk and lifted my fist.

Noelle stepped forward. “What are you—”

But she was too late. I brought my hand down on the side that was hanging over the edge of the desk. The thing split right in half with a satisfying crack.

“Huh. I can’t believe that worked,” I said. I turned and Frisbeed the two halves at Noelle’s feet. “There you go. There’s your precious disc.”

Everyone just stared down at the broken pieces.

“That’s fine,” Noelle said finally. “They’ll send me a new one.” She checked her watch. “Reed, you have thirty-three minutes.”

She slammed the door on her way out, and everyone let out a breath. Astrid dropped to the ground to pick up the pieces of the disc.

“How bad was it, really?” she asked me, her dark eyes nervous as she held up the remnants.

“I really only looked at mine, but it was bad,” I told her. “It listed my parents’ income, how much I made last summer, all my exes. . . . There was even stuff on my brother on there.”

“Scary,” Astrid said, launching the pieces into Sabine’s plastic garbage can.

“Do you really think she can just get another one?” Sabine asked.

“Probably,” I said with a shrug. “But you guys are all pretty normal,” I joked. “You have nothing to worry about, right?”

“Right,” they all chorused, looking at one another in a snagged way.

Then we all cracked up laughing. I couldn’t imagine that the secrets in their files were anything all that awful. Maybe to them they were, but considering some of the secrets people like Ariana and Cheyenne had kept, how bad could they be?

“Come on. You heard her,” I said flatly. “We only have thirty-three minutes.”

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Sabine said, getting back to work. She shook her long black hair back from her shoulders and her ever-present shell earrings clicked and swung. “Maybe I can put in for a transfer!” she said excitedly. “We can room together in Pemberly.”

I was touched at the offer. Clearly Sabine cared more about me than Billings, which was unprecedented. But I couldn’t do that to her.

“You heard what Noelle said. It’s a single,” I told her. “There’s no way we’d ever fit. But thanks for the offer.”

Sabine’s face fell. “Well, then, we should just talk to everyone. Get them to vote again . . .”

“No. I don’t want to be all ‘pathetic and whiny about it,’” I said, quoting Noelle.

“You’re right,” Astrid said, shoving a throw pillow into the now bulging garbage bag. “Chin up. Screw her. That’s the only way to deal with this.”

“Maybe if you just go and live in Pemberly for a while she’ll cool down,” Constance suggested, chewing on her bottom lip. “Maybe . . . I don’t know . . . maybe they’ll all come around.”

Pemberly. The very thought of the old, gray dorm with its tiny little windows, paint-chipped door, and ancient, abused furniture made my skin crawl. I wasn’t meant for Pemberly. I was meant for Billings.

But I couldn’t argue with Constance’s logic. I might be better off trying to fix this thing from afar.

“This is so unfair,” Sabine said. “You
are
Billings.”

The words hung in the air like a funeral dirge. They all looked at me mournfully and I felt as if my heart was breaking. From my angle I could still see the two halves of the broken disc shining in the garbage can.

“Not anymore,” I said.

The Pemberly single was one of the most depressing things I’d ever seen. The old wood floors were scratched and gouged, and a crusty stain seeped out from beneath the single bed. All the old, dingy furniture was shoved up against the walls—bed to my left, desk straight across, dresser to my right—leaving just enough space in the center of the room to walk through. Above the bed was one tall, skinny window with peeling paint all around the pane, and the whole thing looked like it might fall off if I tried to open it. I turned to check out the closet right next to the door. It was one-tenth the size of the one in Billings and closed over by a folding accordion door in faux wood.

Compared to my room in Billings, this was a prison cell—a really, really cold prison cell. Maybe the Crom should use some of that five mil to renovate Pemberly. These girls’ parents were paying ridiculous amounts of money for them to live like inmates.

I shoved open the closet’s accordion door, which instantly came
off its top runner, and threw my bags inside on the floor. A dust bunny skittered across the room and I felt tears well up in my eyes. How had this happened? I had made one mistake. One big mistake, but still. That meant my whole life was over?

Okay. No crying. No crying allowed. I will not let Noelle get the better of me.

I sat down on the bed, which creaked loudly beneath my weight, and pulled my coat closer to me, wondering if the heater was working at all or if I’d have to complain to maintenance tomorrow. Through the open door I could hear laughter and music and voices from down the hall. Unfamiliar sounds. Unfamiliar people. And suddenly I was overcome with grief.

I missed my room. I missed the space and the cleanliness and the private, connected bathroom. I missed my view and my closet and the frosted lights in the ceiling and the warmth. And I missed Sabine. I missed everyone, actually. Even though they had turned on me—maybe
because
they had turned on me—I missed them so much it hurt. Couldn’t they have at least given me a chance to explain? Couldn’t they have given me a chance to win them back?

I pulled my knees up under my chin and was about to give in to tears when I stopped myself and stood up.

“No. I am not going to cry,” I said under my breath, splaying my fingers out at my sides. “No crying allowed.”

Instead, I turned and snatched up the pink sheet of paper that was propped up on something in the center of the desk. The words
PEMBERLY HALL RULES AND REGULATIONS
were printed at the top above a list
of ten items. Rules and regulations. Yes. I could distract myself with this for about ten seconds. I was just about to start reading when I noticed the items that had been propping up the page. Both my hand and the paper fell.

A small white place card with my name handwritten in pink calligraphy sat in the center of the desk. It was my place card from Cheyenne’s last official meeting as president of Billings. And in front of that was a tiny velvet bag with pills spilling out of it. White pills with a blue dot design. The pills that Cheyenne had OD’d on. No—the pills that someone had used to kill her.

I staggered back a few steps and slammed into the bit of wall between the closet and the doorway. Pain radiated up my spine, but I barely felt it. My heart was going ballistic, pounding in my ears. Who had done this? And what did it mean? Did it mean I was next? Cheyenne had died the night she was kicked out of Easton. I had just been kicked out of Billings. Had the person who had killed Cheyenne left these here for me as a warning? Did this mean I was going to die? Tonight?