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longer-haired Wren standing next to a Bunsen burner and a
bunch of test tubes. Another link was to Oxford University s
Corpus Christi College student portal; there was a photo of
Wren looking gorgeous in Shakespearean garb, holding a
skull. She hadn t known Wren was into drama. As she tried
to magnify the photo to check out the fit of his tights, some-
one tapped her on the shoulder.
That your boyfriend?
Spencer jumped, knocking her crystal-studded Sidekick
cell phone to the floor. Andrew Campbell grinned awk-
wardly behind her.
She quickly closed the window. Of course not!
Andrew bent down to pick up her Sidekick, pushing a
lock of straight, shoulder-length hair out of his eyes. Spencer
noticed that he might actually have a chance at being cute if
he cut off that lion s mane.
Oops, he said, handing the Sidekick back to her. I think
a jewel thing fell off.
Spencer grabbed it from him. You scared me.
Sorry about that. Andrew smiled. So your boyfriend s an
actor?
I said he wasn t my boyfriend!
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Andrew stepped back. Sorry. Just making conversation.
Spencer eyed him suspiciously.
Anyway, Andrew went on, hefting his North Face back-
pack higher on his shoulder. I was wondering. You going to
Noel s tomorrow? I could give you a ride.
Spencer looked at him blankly and then remembered:
Noel Kahn s field party. She d gone to last year s. Kids did
beer funnels, and practically every girl cheated on her
boyfriend. This year would be more of the same. And what
Andrew seriously thought she d ride with him in his Mini?
Would they both even fit? Doubt it, she said.
Andrew s face fell. Yeah, I guess you re probably kind of
busy.
Spencer furrowed her brow. What s that supposed to
mean?
Andrew shrugged. You seem to have a lot going on. Your
sister s home, right?
Spencer leaned back in her chair and drew her bottom lip
into her mouth. Yeah, she just got home last night. How d
you know tha
She stopped. Wait a second. Andrew drove his Mini up
and down her street all the time. She d seen him just yester-
day, when she was at the mailbox getting her test scores . . .
She swallowed hard. Now that she thought about it, she
might have seen his black Mini drive by the day she and
Wren were in the hot tub together. He must ve been driving
it up and down her street a lot to notice Melissa was home.
What if . . . what if Andrew was the one skulking around
spying on her? What if Andrew wrote that creepy covet e-
mail? Andrew was so competitive it seemed possible.
Wouldn t sending threatening messages be a good way to
throw someone off her game and make it easier to be
reelected as next year s class president . . . or, even better,
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beat out his competition for valedictorian? And the long
hair! Maybe she d seen him in Ali s old window?
Unbelievable! Spencer stared at Andrew incredulously.
Is something wrong? Andrew asked, looking concerned.
I have to go. She gathered up her books and walked out
of the reading room.
Wait, Andrew called.
Spencer kept going. But as she pushed through the library
doors, she realized that she didn t feel enraged. Sure, it was
bizarre that Andrew was spying on her, but if Andrew was
A, Spencer was safe. Whatever Andrew thought he had on
her, it was nothing . . . nothing . . . compared to what Alison
knew.
She reached the door to the commons coming in at the
same time was Emily Fields.
Hey, Emily said. A nervous look crossed her face.
Hey, Spencer answered.
Emily readjusted her Nike backpack. Spencer pushed her
bangs off her face. When was the last time she d spoken to
Emily?
It got cold out, huh? Emily asked.
Spencer nodded. Yeah.
Emily smiled in that I-don t-know-what-to-say-to-you
way. Then Tracey Reid, another swimmer, grabbed Emily s
arm. When is our swimsuit money due? she asked.
As Emily answered, Spencer wiped some nonexistent dirt
off her blazer and wondered if she could just walk away or if
she had to say a formal good-bye. Then something on Emily s
wrist caught her eye. Emily was still wearing her blue string
bracelet from sixth grade. Alison had made them for every-
one right after the accident The Jenna Thing happened.
Initially, they d just wanted to get Jenna s brother, Toby; it
was supposed to be a prank. After the five of them planned
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it, Ali went across the street to watch through Toby s tree
house window, and then when it happened, it did some-
thing . . . horrible . . . to Jenna.
After the ambulance pulled away from Jenna s house,
Spencer discovered something about the accident none of the
other girls ever found out: Toby saw Ali, but Ali saw Toby
doing something just as bad. He couldn t tell on her, because
then she d tell on him.
Not long after, Ali made everyone the bracelets to remind
them they were best friends forever and now that they shared
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