Page 30 of Good Girls Lie

“What?”

“I need you to hack into Dean Westhaven’s email. She’s been speaking with my mother and I want to know what’s being said.”

“Are you completely bonkers? No. Absolutely not. I’m sorry.”

“No. You never apologize for something you didn’t do wrong. You say ‘excuse me.’ Never ‘I’m sorry.’ If you spend your life apologizing, you’ll never gain any confidence.”

Becca takes down her ponytail and begins twisting her thick hair into a braid. Her tone is so casual I fear what else she’s going to ask. Something’s coming. Something’s up.

“But in this case, I do apologize. I should have been more clear. I’ll pay you, of course. I notice you’ve been borrowing your suitemate’s dresses. You might appreciate being able to get some clothes of your own.”

I borrowed Piper’s dress once. My God, how closely is she watching me?

“You’re raving mad. That’s an Honor Code violation.”

Becca laughs again. “Who are you going to tell? I’m the head of the judicial board. You’re supposed to report code violations to me. And I’m giving you the instructions. You won’t get caught, not if you’re as good as you think you are.”

“I am that good, and I still won’t do it. You can tease and bully all you want, but I won’t. If you push me, I’ll inform the dean of your request. I doubt she’ll be so amused. You’re violating the code just by asking me to do this, aren’t you?”

Dice, thrown. I keep my head high, staring Becca in her pretty, bloodshot, evergreen eyes. There is no way I’m going to play along with this girl. I have too much at stake to be tossed out of Goode because of someone else’s mommy issues.

Becca smiles and does a slow clap. The transformation on her face is confusing. She seems almost...friendly now.

“Bravo. You’ve passed.”

“What?”

“I was testing you. You passed. Now run along. I have work to do. That damn Python project will be the death of me. If I don’t figure it out, maybe you can help me. Explain it to me, I mean. And feel free to have breakfast with me tomorrow. You might find my friends a little less backstabbing than yours.”

She gestures toward the door, where the twins are waiting with the blindfold. They’ve heard the entire exchange.

“Get her safely downstairs. We don’t want the bogeyman to get her. And then get back up here. We have a date.”

“Ishedriving?”

“Who else?”

Becca pulls her braided hair into a knot on the top of her head and blows out the candle, plunging us all into darkness. The audience is over.

I’m still standing there, staring, trying to figure out what in the world is happening, when the girls grab my arms and tie the blindfold tight around my head. The sudden loss of light and bearing makes my heart kick up again, but I’m prepared this time, don’t panic. They can’t hurt me. More, they don’t want to hurt me.

And they don’t. They walk me back down to my floor, take off the blindfold, and push me through the door. I stagger into my hall. The stairwell door closes.

The summons is over, and deep in my heart, a shift begins.

Becca Curtis was kind to me.

Maybe this place won’t be so bad after all.

20

THE FEVER

I am alone on the hall. It’s quiet, too quiet. The eleven o’clock bells haven’t rung to signal curfew has started, not that it matters; normally the girls giggle and titter in their rooms until well past midnight. Now, though, the hall is silent. The lack of noise makes the hair stand up on my arms. I doubt I’ll ever get used to the pervasive silence of this place. It must be the mountains, absorbing all the noise.

I cast a brief glance at the storage room across the hall as I slip into our room, trying not to wake Camille. I needn’t have worried; she sits on the sofa, staring blankly out the window. She doesn’t turn when I enter.

“Camille?”