to go all Batman on us?” “Batman?” She slid down to sit on the floor next to me and rolled her eyes. “You know . . . running of f to save the damsel in distress?” “I wouldn’t’ve had to if you guys hadn’t pulled that stupid-ass prank,” I r eplied. I paused the game again and flung the controller down. “What were you thinking?” Shannen shrugged. She tossed her bangs out of her face again, but they fell right back into place. “I don’ t know. I thought it would be funny .” “Funny?” I blurted. “Shannen, I could have gotten a record!” “But you weren’t supposed to be there!” she said, leaning back on her hands. “That’s not the point. Why did you do that to Ally? I thought you guys were, like, getting along at basketball and stuff. Did you really want her to get in that much trouble?” I asked. “Whatever . I heard they dismissed the charges,” she said, looking at the TV. I pushed myself to my feet and stood over her, so angry that I had to move to ke ep from exploding. “They did, but you didn’t know that was going to happen. Why would you do that to her?” “Okay, first of all? It wasn’t my idea, it was Faith’s,” she said, shoving herself to her feet as well. “And second of all, why do you care so effing much what happens to Ally R yan?” “I . . . I don’t,” I said. “I just . . . I don’t get what she did that was so fucking awful that you guys need to ke ep screwing with her. What’s the point?” Shannen rolled her eyes, sat down on the bed, and held her head in her hands. “I don’ t believe this,” she said to the floor . “What? Just tell me. What the hell is going on?” I asked. Shannen glared up at me, her eyes on fire. “Fine, you want to know what Ally did that was so bad? She fooled around with Hammond. While he was going out with Chloe.” My stomach turned, and bile rose up in my throat. Ally and Hammond? Hammond had fooled around with Ally? “What does that mean, exactly , ‘fooled around’?” I asked. “I don’t know. I never asked for the details,” she spat. “Does it matter? The girl’ s a backstabbing whore.”
My knees were too weak to stand. I couldn’ t believe that Hammond had been with Ally. A million flesh-heavy visuals shot through my mind rapid- fire, and I closed my eyes. Hammond and Ally. Hammond and Ally. I was starting to sweat. “Does Chloe know?” I asked, because it seemed like the right thing to ask. “No. I’ve never told her . No one knows that I know .” “Not even Ally?” I asked. She looked me in the eye. “Not even Ally.” She blew out a sigh and turned away. “The thing is, I think Hammond still likes her,” Shannen said, lacing her fingers together and kneading her knuckles. “Hammond? No, he—” But then, the day after I met her hadn’t he grilled me about how she looked? Hadn’t he been the one telling me to stay away from her all along? He’d told the Idiot Twins to shut up about her at Sunday dinner, and the night of the lawn jockey incident, he’d hesitated, too. He hadn’t wanted to be there any more than I had. Was it for the same reason as me? Because he liked her? “He always liked her. Since, like, fourth grade. And Chloe always liked him. It was like our very own Degrassi -style love triangle,” Shannen said, lifting a hand and letting it fall at her side. “Finally in ninth, Hammond asked out Ally and she turned him down cold, so he asked out Chloe. They’ve been together ever since.” “So you think that all this time, Hammond never stopped liking Ally?” I said. “I don’t know. I mean, I know he cares about Chloe, but . . .” She paused and shook her head. “All I know for sure is, we cannot let that girl back in,” she said firmly. “If Hammond cheats on Chloe and she finds out about it, it’ll break her heart. And I don’t know about you, but I don’t think we need someone like her in our group. Someone none of us can trust.” I swallowed back the bile in my throat. I couldn’ t say what I was thinking. Because she would kill me. The thing was, I didn’t think it was that big a deal that Hammond and Ally had hooked up. Everyone hooked up behind their boyfriend’ s or girlfriend’ s back. It happened all the time. It wasn’t the cheating or the so-called backstabbing that threw me. It was that Hammond had kissed Ally Ryan. And maybe more. I liked a girl who’d been with one of my best friends. He’d gotten to her first. I took a breath and clenched my jaw .
“So . . . you’re not in trouble, right? I mean, with the police?” Shannen asked, chewing on her lip. “No.” I leaned forward with my elbows on my thighs. “But Principal Lawrence gave us two weeks’ janitor duty .” “Janitor duty?” “Yeah.” I felt a thrill in my heart area every time I thought about it. Me and Ally alone together every morning for two weeks. But then . . . Hammond and Ally. Ugh. Why did she have to tell me this? “Oh my God! That’s classic! Do you have to wear the coveralls and everything? I’m so filming this for You Tube,” Shannen said, laughing as she got up and shed her coat. That was Shannen for you, all serious one second, all jokes the next. “No. I don’ t know.” “So, just tell me the truth,” she said, standing in front of me. “There’ s nothing between you and Ally R yan?” I looked up at her. She was my best friend, but I couldn’ t tell her. Because there was nothing to tell. And clearly, even if there was something to tell, that something would totally piss her of f. “No. There’ s nothing between me and Ally R yan,” I confirmed. “Good,” she said, her expression serious. “Because you deserve better .” Whatever that meant. “Thanks.” I switched the TV to one of the movie channels, looking for something familiar for us to watch. Something to distract me from the images of Hammond and Ally half-dresse d and sweating that k ept flipping through my mind. “So . . . how was Florida?” I asked as she sat down next to me again. “It was all right. Waterskiing, lying out, a lot of drunken reminis cing, but luckily everyone managed not to mention Charlie,” she said, fiddling with her hair now. “My dad was actually pretty cool. On Christmas he even smiled.” “That’s good.” “But then we got back home, and it was right back to the den and the Jack bottle,” she said. “Sorry.” I put my arm around her and gave her shoulder a quick squeeze. “You can hang out here till you think it’ s safe to go back.”
She put her head on my shoulder . “Thanks. You’re the best, you know that?” “I’m aware.” She laughed, and I got back to channel surfing. When I landed on For getting Sarah Marshall , one of our favorites, Shannen yanked the remote away so I couldn’ t change it. We settled in on the bed, sitting next to each other against the headrest. But all I could think about was Hammond and Ally. Hammond and Ally on a bed. Hammond and Ally undressing each other. Hammond and Ally with their tongues in each other ’s mouths. And as much as I liked Shannen, I wished she’d never come over .
Five thirty in the morning in January may as well be midnight. It’s so freaking dark out that it should be illegal for anyone to be up, let alone working. And it’s freezingly , frigidly , bitingly cold. By the time I’d walked up the hill to the school and around to the service entrance—located directly across from the annex of infamy—my nostrils were frozen together . But as I knocked on the door, I was actually trembling more from excitement than the cold. Excited for ass-crack-of-dawn detention. What was wrong with me? A rotund man with red hair and a matching moustache opened the door for me. He was wearing perfectly clean, pressed coveralls. Color: paper bag brown. “Good morning! So. Y ou must be Ally!” he said brightly . “Y ep.” “I’m Barry ,” he said, of fering a meaty hand. “So. Nice to meet you.” “Thanks. Y ou too.” We st epped just inside the door. He stood there for a prolonged moment and just smiled at me. Jake was clearly not here yet. “So. Got yourself into some shenanigans, did ya?” he said. The “so” thing was going to get old really fast. “Apparently ,” I r eplied. “So. Should we wait for your friend, then?” he asked. “Or would you like to just get started?” “Uh, I guess we should—” There was a bang on the door. One loud bang. My heart skipped a nervous beat. I hadn’ t seen Jake since the morning our punishment had been handed down. My mouth went dry as Barry leaned by me to open the door . “Jake Graydon?” he said. “Yeah.” His voice sent a shiver down my spine. This was very not good. In a deliciously forbidden way. Jake slipped inside, hands in his jacket pockets. He’d gotten a haircut. It was all buzzed short on the sides. He looked hot.