Frost - Marianna Baer

something?”

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“No. I mean, we don’t really know.”

“Well, I don’t quite understand, Leena, and don’t have time

to talk about it right now. But I’ll go to Frost House on my way

home from running errands and see what’s going on. In the

meantime, please have one of Viv’s parents call me.”

I could have lied. I could have told her they were out, or

whatever. But I didn’t. At the moment, it didn’t strike me as that

big a deal. Dean Shepherd loved me. She trusted me. And Celeste

was the issue at hand.

“They’re actually not around,” I said. “They got this last-

minute trip deal to Paris so they went. But Viv’s housekeeper is

here, or was here, I mean, yesterday, and took great care of us.”

“They aren’t there?” she said.

“No.”

I could hear a sigh of annoyance. “I’ll call you back after I’ve

been to Frost House. In the meantime, you and whoever is with

you—Vivian and Abigail and whoever else—are going to pack up

and drive right back here.”

Drive back to Barcroft? Today? That’s when I realized the

mistake I’d made. My stomach turned inside out.

I slumped against the back of my chair. “Abby is going to kill

me. K-I-L-L, kill me. Now that Dean Shepherd knows that our

chaperones aren’t here, she’s making us come back to school. She

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sounded really pissed. We’re seniors. I didn’t think she’d care.

And everyone knows chaperone letters are bullshit.”

“What’s going on with Celeste?” David asked.

I explained about the maintenance worker being called to

the dorm. “I shouldn’t have told her,” I said, then rested my cheek

on the cool table. “I am so dead.”

I was in my room folding clothes into my duffel when my

phone rang again.

“I found Celeste,” Dean Shepherd said. “She was the one

who called maintenance. I can’t discuss anything now, Leena, but

please come find me at home the minute you arrive back on

campus. I need to talk to you.”

“I know,” I said. “I’m sorry about the thing with Viv’s par—”

“It’s not about that,” she said.

“It’s not?” I rested my full bag on the floor.

“No,” she said. “I want you to tell me what has been going on

in this house.”

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Chapter 25

DAVID AND I HIT A TRAFFIC JAM on I-91. The kind of jam

that even in the best of circumstances would make me want to

get out of the car, slam the door, and walk.

With the mood I was in, I thought I might literally explode.

Having to spend one more minute than necessary trapped in the

car, helpless. No chance to make anything better. Just a relentless

cycling in my head of all the ways this was beyond bad. And I kept

picturing Viv and Abby and Cameron stuck in the traffic, too. I

couldn’t stand it. I wished I hadn’t left Cubby—with all of my

pills—at Frost House.

“What?” Viv had said in a whisper when I called to tell her

what had happened with Dean Shepherd. “You’re saying we have

to leave? Today?”

“I know it sucks,” I said. “Why are you whispering?”

“We’re at that museum—the Museum of Sex,” Viv said. “Can

you believe there’s a Museum of Sex? Anyway, I don’t want Abby

to hear. She’s going to have a fit.”

“Tell her and Cameron how sorry I am. At least we got a

couple days in the city.”

“I guess,” Viv said, not sounding convinced. “I was keeping it

a secret, but I got us tickets to Letterman tomorrow.”

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“Really? God, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, well, I am, too.”

Sitting in the car, I couldn’t get Viv’s voice out of my mind.

And we’d only moved about five feet in the last ten minutes.

“What is wrong?” I yelled, hitting the steering wheel. “It’s a

Sunday. Who are all these stupid people?”

“Hey.” David laid a hand on my knee. “We’ll get there.”

He had been much calmer than me after we’d found out

Celeste was definitely back in the dorm. Even though we were still

confused about why she’d left, and why she wasn’t answering our

calls, he kept saying, “I know it’s a pain in the ass, but at least

she’s safe.”

I refrained from telling him that with everyone so mad at me,

I didn’t care if she was safe at school or the victim of an alien

abduction. Actually, I did care. I’d have preferred the alien option.

I fiddled with the radio, trying to find a traffic report. “By the

time we get there, I’ll have to interrupt Dean Shepherd during her

party.”

“She’s the one who told you to come talk to her. She can’t be

pissed if you do.”

Bad song, worse song, commercial . . . “Do you think I should

call Viv again?”

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“I think you should try to relax.”

“You keep saying that!” I snapped off the radio and glared at

him. “Do you have any idea how much this sucks?”

“I know it sucks,” he said. “I just don’t think getting upset

does any good.”

“How can I not be upset?” I said. “This is a really, really shitty

situation your sister’s put me in. Put us in. I mean, I know it was

stupid of me to tel Dean Shepherd about Viv’s parents, but I

shouldn’t have even been talking to her. If Celeste hadn’t run

away—”

“Leena—”

“And I don’t even know why the dean wants to see me

tonight! Maybe Celeste made it sound like we did those things to

her. Like we broke her vase and ruined her art project.” I couldn’t

say it to David, but maybe she’d even told the dean about the

nests spelling out GO , about how someone wanted her to leave.

Maybe she’d blamed everything on Abby.

“Why would she do that?” David said.

“I don’t know.” I gripped the steering wheel and focused my

eyes on the Greyhound bus ahead of us. “Because Celeste always

wants to be the center of attention, right? And that’s exactly what

happened in the dorm. And what happened this weekend! Maybe

she even did it all herself—the vase, the nests. So she can be the

victim, just like she wants.” Blood pounded in my ears.

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“Yeah,” David said. “That occurred to me.”

“What?” I turned. He met my eyes with complete calm.

“I was worried, at first,” he said, “that she might have broken

the vase herself.”

Any words in my mouth evaporated. He’d been thinking the

same thing I had? “Oh,” I said eventually. “Well, did you . . . did

you ask her about it?”

“I didn’t have to.”

“What do you mean?” I glanced forward, drove a few yards

to close the gap that had opened up. Looked back at David.

“I didn’t have to ask,” he said. “Celeste told me. Not that she

did it. That she didn’t . She’s not stupid. She knew I’d suspect her.”

“Oh.” This was all such a surprise. “And you believe her?”

“Yeah, I do.” He pointed at the windshield. “Bad accident.”

Up ahead, the left of four lanes was closed to bypass a mess

of police cars and ambulances. David and I fell silent as we inched

up to the scene. Three totaled cars sat at varying angles on the

median.

“They’re using the jaws of life,” I said. “Someone must still be

in that car.”

“Uh-huh,” David said. Then his hand covered my eyes,

knocking into my glasses. “Oh, man. Don’t look.”

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“David! I’m driving.” I batted his arm.