Pretty Little Devils Part 15

Is that what this is about? Hazel wondered. Is she freaking me out to get back at me for dating the guy she wants?

No. Don't go there, Hazel thought. Matty's my boyfriend. Breona must know that. It would be crazy for her to think she has a chance with him.

Hazel rushed through the busy corridor. Lakshmi trotted up beside her.

"Hey, Hazel, wait up! I have something for you." She pushed two sheets of paper at her.

"What's this?"

"Next week's chemistry quiz. I already wrote in most of the answers."

"Oh my G.o.d. Where did you get this?" Hazel asked, swallowing hard. She and Lakshmi had never been the kind of girls who cheated on tests.

"My mom was copying it for Carpentier in the main office. Take it. Maybe you could share it with your friends. You know, let them know where you got it?"

Hazel turned. Lakshmi was blus.h.i.+ng.

Payback, Hazel realized. Lakshmi was looking for juice from this little favor. Too bad Sylvia would never do anything nice for Lakshmi in return. Maybe thank her. But that would be about it.

"Hey, thanks," she said warmly, opening up her backpack to deposit the test. "That is so nice of you." Hazel's purple PLD scrunchie was sitting on top.

"Here," she said, impulsively handing it over. "From us. Just don't tell anyone."

Lakshmi's eyes grew wide. "Oh, wow, thanks!"

The bell rang. Lakshmi waved the scrunchie over her head. "Thanks a lot, Haze. See you later!"

"Lakshmi! Don't wear it in school!" Hazel called after her. Then she turned and ran to cla.s.s. I'd better remember to get to Savon to replace that. If Sylvia finds out I gave my scrunchie to Lakshmi, she'll kill me.

Hazel's phone vibrated during sixth-period English.

PLDEL2PURPLEHAZE: Can U sit 4 me 2nite?

PURPLEHAZE2PLDEL: Whaddup?

PLDEL2PURPLEHAZE: Want 2 see Brandon. Itz a secret. Plz don't tell Sylvia!

The Darling twins stared dully at Hazel.

"We're dead," Katie informed her.

"Not tonight," Hazel said. "Pull that again and I'll tell Sylvia how bad you've been. And you don't want Sylvia mad at you, do you?"

The twins opened their blue eyes wide. They squealed in mock fright and ran to their bedrooms, slamming the doors behind them.

That's better, Hazel thought. At least they'll be out of my hair for a while.

Hazel took off her coat and strolled around the main floor. The last place she wanted to be was back at the creepy Darling house, especially after her weird night at Charlie's. Hazel's nerves were jangled for sure, but Ellen had begged until she folded.

And anyway, Hazel decided, what could be better than helping out a pair of star-crossed lovers?

Romeo and Juliet. Brandon and Ellen, she mused. They were all in the same boat. Of course, Romeo and Juliet's story didn't turn out so well in the end.

Hazel walked into the kitchen. The twins' mother had left a vegetable lasagna in the microwave. Hazel was supposed to open the salad packet and pour some s.h.i.+take mushroom dressing on it. That was the extent of "fixing dinner."

The doorbell rang. The twins burst out of their bedrooms and thundered toward the front door.

"Katie, Chrissie! Let me get it!" Hazel shouted. But before she could stop them, they unlocked the door and jerked it open.

Sylvia stood on the threshold, blinking at her in surprise.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, walking into the room.

"I'm...I'm taking care of the twins," Hazel answered.

"But this is Ellen's gig," Sylvia argued.

"I offered to take it for her. Because...um, something came up."

For a moment, Sylvia remained silent.

"No, no, no, Hazel," she said after a moment. "This is not something we do. We don't trade a.s.signments."

The twins were intrigued, looking from one PLD to the other.

"The parents like consistency," Sylvia explained. "That's one of the reasons they come to us. They know what to expect. They call and I arrange the schedule. It's part of our service."

"Oh." Hazel knit her brows together, confused. "I'm sorry. I was just trying to help out."

Sylvia sighed and shook her head. "What am I saying? Of course you didn't know better. This is Ellen's fault."

The microwave dinged. Hazel went into the kitchen while Sylvia and the twins waited in the living room.

She popped open the microwave door and checked the lasagna. It was only lukewarm, so she added a few minutes. She dumped the salad into a white ceramic bowl, unscrewed the cap on the bottle of dressing, sniffed it experimentally, and poured it on.

She placed the salad on the spotless slate table in the breakfast nook. The Darlings had a maid service. Hazel had found that out the first time she sat for the girls. She had told Katie to help clear the table after dinner. Katie had said, "Oh, don't worry. We have people for that."

The microwave beeped. Hazel put on a pair of hot mitts and took out the lasagna.

"You guys?" she called. "Dinner's ready."

After a couple of minutes, the twins and Sylvia swept into the room.

"Oh! Tell me you're not having any of that!" Sylvia said, wrinkling her nose.

"I, well..." Hazel glanced at the tray, disappointed. She had never had vegetable lasagna. In her house, it would be considered "fancy."

Sylvia picked up two plates and said to Hazel, "Give them some milk. Then come with me. I have something cool to show you."

Hazel's stomach growled. Thankfully, no one else heard it. She poured two gla.s.ses of milk and set them down before the twins.

"Eat," she urged.

"We don't eat," Katie said. "We're dead."

"No. You're in huge trouble if you don't eat," Sylvia cut in. "We're back in ten, and if you haven't eaten half of that..." She drew a finger across her throat.

Katie and Chrissie quickly picked up their forks and dug in.

On their way down the hall, Sylvia whispered to Hazel, "Do you know what's in that stuff? Wheat paste. The same kind we used to glue construction paper together in elementary school."

"Ew," Hazel said, grimacing.

"Exactly. But come see something tasty."

Sylvia pushed open the door at the end of the hall. She wiggled her fingertips at Hazel as if to say, This way. Hazel followed her-right into Cynthia Darling's bedroom.

"Um...isn't this off-limits?" she asked.

Sylvia went straight to the Macintosh on the desk next to the closet. "Don't be silly. Watch this." She typed in a line and clicked the mouse.

As Hazel bent over her shoulder, the screen filled with the words BROOKHAVEN HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT RECORDS.

"Oh my G.o.d! Really?" Hazel asked, leaning closer.

"Really," Sylvia said. She hit enter.

RESTRICTED: ACCESS CODE REQUIRED.

"Oh," Hazel said, deflated. "Too bad."

"Pffft," Sylvia scoffed. She typed in a string of characters-they came out as asterisks-and hit return. The log-in screen dissolved, and a list of files blinked into view. "I don't believe it! You're in!"

"Mais oui! So. Who do you want dirt on?" Sylvia asked. A list of names scrolled down the screen.

Hazel watched, stunned. These were students' "permanent records"-all the stuff the administration put in student files...and never let them see.

"Oh, look," Sylvia chirped. "Here's Breona's little friend Jenna Babc.o.c.k."

She hummed to herself as she highlighted Jenna's name. "Cheer, cheer, cheer. Three-point-two GPA. Wow, she really is boring."

"Yeah," Hazel said, her eyes devouring the screen. She couldn't believe it. Was she really seeing this?

"Ooh, how about little Lakshmi Sharma?" Sylvia suggested. "Let's see. She's been in the a cappella group for three years. Bo-ring! Hey, wait a minute. Who was your friend from last year? Was it Joy?" Sylvia tapped the screen with her acrylic nail. "Joy Krasner?"

"Yes," Hazel affirmed. "But she moved...."

Sylvia scrolled back up the screen. "Nonetheless...here she is." She highlighted Joy's name. The single line opened up into a file. Together they scanned Joy's grades, which were pretty good. Her extracurriculars were cool, too: drama club, film club....

"Oh, look here. She was seeing Clasen," Sylvia pointed out.

Ms. Clasen was the school psychologist.

...Joy is still struggling with her bulimia.... Episodes consistent with original diagnosis...The San Jose Center for Eating Disorders has received her intake summary....

Sylvia looked from the screen to Hazel. "Did you know Joy was going to the loony bin?"

Hazel shook her head as she read on.... It didn't make sense.

Sylvia opened a new window and typed, SAN JOSE CENTER FOR EATING DISORDERS into Google.

San Jose Center for Eating Disorders, located in East San Jose, is a residential treatment facility dedicated to providing effective, quality care for children, adolescents, and adults. The average length of stay is three months, although some patients remain on-site for up to twelve months.

"Oh my G.o.d," Hazel whispered.

"Wait. You mean you really didn't know about any of this?" Sylvia pressed, sounding mildly incredulous.

"We haven't been writing. I sent her some e-mails, but she didn't reply. I thought...new school, moving on...." She covered her mouth. "Poor Joy."

Sylvia sighed and pushed away from the keyboard. "Poor communication," she said. "That's not the way friends treat friends, Haze. Friends tell each other everything."

Hazel nodded as she continued to read. She crossed her arms over her chest, taking in the pictures of low buildings trailing with bougainvillea, the smiling portraits of the staff. Joy was in a place like this?

Her old blog had been t.i.tled JOYFULLGRL. She had always seemed so happy.

"Oh G.o.d. I never knew," Hazel confessed. "We hung out all school year and I didn't have a clue."

"That wouldn't happen with us," Sylvia informed her. "Sure, the PLDs are hard on each other. We tease each other a lot, but we're totally solid. We let each other know things. We are each other's support. We have to stay tight."

"I guess I didn't realize how rare it was. Or how important," Hazel said.

"We are the most popular girls in school," Sylvia stated without a trace of bragging. "Breona and her cheerleaders think they are, but that is so stupid, because after high school, they are going to go nowhere. This is their finest hour, and they don't even know it."

Sylvia perched on Cynthia's bed. Her eyes shone. "Why? Because we're smarter than they are. We're the ones in the middle of the herd. Just us. Just the PLDs. Other people are going to come and go. But we're going to have each other. Real lives. And real friends-forever. When you have a crisis, you can come to us. When something wonderful happens, we want to hear about it first." She paused. "But you have to share, Hazel. Let your friends really know you."

Sylvia held out her arms. "Look at me. I'm an open book. Ask me something."

Hazel blinked at her. "Like what?"

"Anything. Like, something I wouldn't tell just anybody. Something I would only tell a friend."

"Um..."

Sylvia gave her dark hair a shake. "See? You're too shy to ask me. You don't think you have the right. But you can ask me anything. So go ahead."

Hazel thought about the games of truth or dare she had played at sleepovers.

"Okay. Are you a virgin?" She blushed uncontrollably, but Sylvia snickered, unconcerned.