“Bronwyn thinks I’m behind schedule,” I tell Knox. I like the friendly bustle of the café and the fact that nobody minds if I spend three hours here and only order coffee. It’s less than a mile from my house and became my favorite place to do homework once Bronwyn left for Yale and my room was suddenly much too quiet. Café Contigo is an Argentinean café with deep blue walls and a tin ceiling, the air a fragrant mix of sweet and savory scents. I sigh, drumming my fingers on the brightly tiled table. I look forward to reading what will undoubtedly be a heartfelt application essay when it’s due.” He leans forward and raises his voice for emphasis. We spent most of our relationship watching the Science Channel, which should have clued us in quicker that we were better off as friends. “My ocean phobia is mostly your fault.” Knox was my first-ever boyfriend last summer, both of us too inexperienced to realize we weren’t actually attracted to one another. “Look, you’re the one who made me watch Monsters of the Deep,” I remind him. Or sea creatures.” Knox’s eyebrows climb higher with every sentence. “Has she already forgotten that you’re vehemently anti-beach?” Knox, who moved here from Kansas in middle school and still counts mushroom-soup-based casseroles among his favorite meals, most definitely is not. The empanadas at Café Contigo are legendary in Bayview but they’re a lot to take if you’re not used to spicy food. “She does realize that’s on an island, right?” he asks, reaching for a glass of ice water and draining half of it in one gulp. “Bronwyn thinks I should go to college at the University of Hawaii,” I report, and he almost chokes on his mouthful of empanada. I look up from the texts flashing across my phone to meet Knox Myers’s questioning gaze. You should apply somewhere totally out of your comfort zone, too. We could visit some places when I’m home for Ashton’s bach elorette party if you want. Winter of your junior year isn’t too early to start looking. She’s not coming right out and saying it-or texting it, technically-but it’s heavily implied:ĭid you check out that list of colleges I sent? I beg to disagree with your conclusion, though. It sucks when the person who ruined your life gets to walk around like always. Meanwhile NOTHING happened to them.Īnd I can’t do anything about it.-Bayview2020 What is it? Or should I say who?-Darkestmind This is a forum dedicated to revenge, and it’s not easy to find. So what brings you here?-Darkestmind I don’t know. Who I’m guessing you know, based on your user name?-DarkestmindĮveryone knows Simon. Too many gawkers and reporters on the old site.Īnd we have new security measures. Why’d you move? And why are there hardly any posts?-Bayview2020 Is this the same group Simon Kelleher used to post with?-Bayview2020 Reddit, Vengeance Is Mine subforum Thread started by Bayview2020 STOIC GIRL: I don’t think we’re supposed to be talking to you. REPORTER (turning toward the other girl): And how about you? REPORTER (angling her microphone toward the crying girl): Were you and the deceased student close?ĬRYING GIRL: Not like, close close. STOIC GIRL: This isn’t anything like what happened with Simon. Like, sometimes it feels as though Bayview is cursed, you know? First Simon, and now this. (Cut to two girls, one wiping tears, the other stone- faced.)ĬRYING GIRL: It’s just. It’s the second tragic teenage death in the past eighteen months for this small town, and the mood outside the school is one of shocked déjà vu. This is Liz Rosen with Channel Seven News, reporting live from Bayview High, where students are reeling from the loss of one of their classmates yesterday. REPORTER (standing at the edge of a winding street with a large white stucco building behind her): Good morning. McManus is now available! Are you ready to find out who’s next? Start reading the first five chapters now! Just remember, always take the dare. you know you’ve missed this! One of Us Is Next, the sequel to One of Us Is Lying by Karen M.
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