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Kindness. That was Star’s answer for everything. I had other things in mind.
Like revenge.
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The Next Day
I was headedto my locker when I was suddenly flanked on either side by Reen and Janie. Together, we were a unit that said, don’t mess with us.
Neither of my friends had been at the fashion show last night. Neither Reen nor Janie wanted watch a bunch of rich kids wear clothes they couldn’t afford, which I totally understood. But both had texted me to ask if Star and I were okay, so I assumed they’d seen the video.
“So what’s our plan?” Reen asked.
I might have mentioned in my reply text I wanted payback.
“I don’t have a plan. That’s what I need you two for.”
“I say let it go,” Janie offered. “If you hit back, then they hit back again, harder, and it only escalates.”
“You sound like Star,” I said. “That’s weak shit.”
“No, it’s rational shit. Do I need to remind you, your two younger sisters are still on the Freshman Bait List? That people are betting on when they’re going to lose their virginity. Your family is a target. You don’t need any more enemies, Beth.”
“Speaking of enemies, did you hear that Wick and Gigi are officially dating?” Reen asked both of us with a gleam of mischief in her eyes. As if she’d been waiting all morning to share that tidbit.
It stopped me in my tracks. “What? Are you serious?”
“They were at the show last night together. Holding hands the entire time…so I’m told.”
“Does Fitz know?”
“How could he not?” Janie asked. “If rumors got back to Reen, they definitely got back to Fitz. Gi might have even told him herself. They live together, after all.”
“I can’t imagine he would allow…God that sounds so nineteenth century… but really Wick and Gigi, when Fitz knows about the List? How could he not have warned his sister?”
Janie gave me theoh reallylook.
“That’s different. I haven’t told Kit or Lyd about it because they are both bubble heads who could easily think it’s funny and become willing participants. Gigi isn’t like that. She’s got way more sense than the two of them combined.”
“You need to talk to Fitz,” Reen suggested.
“That’s going to be hard to do considering I’ve vowed never to speak to him again.”
“Oh. A vow. Well, then that can’t be broken,” Reen said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. We’d reached my locker.
“You can’t blame Fitz for what happened, and you know it.”
“Janie,” I replied. “Has anyone ever told you rational people are exceedingly irritating?”
She only smiled. “You know I’m right. You just want to be angry at someone and he’s an easy target. That or maybe you’re using this as an excuse.”
I frowned. “An excuse for what?”
“To stay away from him because you’re scared.”
“Scared?” I barked. “I’m not scared of Fitz.”
“No,” Janie said calmly. “That’s not what your scared of. See you later.”
