Part 19 (1/2)

”Allison,” Jade whispered, ”I like her. She's fun, and funny. I have no problem hanging out with her sometimes. But this stinks. She's setting you up. It's cruel. I don't mean to be harsh-I just don't want to see you get hurt.”

”But...” I sat down on the floor. Jade was right. Who did I think I was? Awkward, invisible, unattractive me, and then suddenly I have a weird dream and I turn magically gorgeous? It didn't make any sense. I had just been fooling myself. How completely embarra.s.sing to be such a gullible fool.

”Allison?”

”Yeah,” I said.

”Hi!” Jade said.

”I'm here. I'm just-”

”That is the cutest cutest skirt!” she said. skirt!” she said.

I looked down at my fold-over-top leggings and sweats.h.i.+rt and asked, ”What?”

Jade gave a quick laugh and said, ”I know, I know! Can you believe it? No, be in in a sec. My mom, you know.”

”Jade?” I asked. ”Where are you?”

”At the party,” she whispered. ”The one on Maple. You know, everybody...”

”Oh.” I hauled my fat a.s.s off the floor. ”Yeah, me too.”

”Really?” she asked. ”You're here? I thought you were still grounded.”

”I thought you hated me.” I opened the fridge and looked for something.

”I love you; you know that,” Jade purred. ”You're my best friend. That's why I'm calling. Wait, let me make sure n.o.body...Hey! Thanks.”

”What?” I pulled out a smoothie bottle and read the back. Holy calorie count.

”I'm hanging up,” she whispered. ”I'll text you. It's safer.”

I hung up and prayed my phone would stay normal for once. Screw calories; I wasn't going to be thin for Monday anyway, if I did go. I twisted off the cap and was halfway through chugging the smoothie when Jade's text came through: Well, I wanted to warn you, and this is part of why I was saying watch out-I think Roxie Green is after Ty.

No way, I texted back. I texted back. Jk??? Jk???

No.:( They r getting way cozy on the couch. Serena thot I shdnt tell u but I knew u wd want 2 know. I hope I was right to. I hope I was right to.

This was bigger than a smoothie could soothe. For this I needed to call in both Ben and Jerry. I closed the freezer so I could sit against it, took a big spoonful, and texted, cozy? cozy?

Very.

But she's going out with Emmett, I texted, and then dug in my spoon for another cold hunk of comfort. I texted, and then dug in my spoon for another cold hunk of comfort.

Apparently not anymore.

What r they doing?

It's gross. I thought she was ur friend.

I ate a few more globs of ice cream and then texted back, I don't care. I don't care.

I wished that were true. d.a.m.n. d.a.m.n. The one good friend I'd ever thought I had, the one boy who ever actually seemed to like me. I hated everyone right then, but most of all my wishful, gullible self. The one good friend I'd ever thought I had, the one boy who ever actually seemed to like me. I hated everyone right then, but most of all my wishful, gullible self.

Y wd they do that to u? Jade texted. Jade texted. Do u think Roxie is jealous bc zip chose u instead of her? Do u think Roxie is jealous bc zip chose u instead of her?

IDK, I texted. I texted. Do u? Do u?

Her text came through in a second: Yes. I do. Yes. I do.

Roxie Green is a jealous s.l.u.t, I texted back. I texted back.

And then my phone completely died.

21.

THE REST OF THE WEEKEND was h.e.l.l. was h.e.l.l.

Sunday morning Quinn woke me up to sneak back to the guest room to spy again because Mom and Dad were in the study. When we got the baby monitor working, we heard them talking about whether they were going to lose the house. How do you lose a house? How do you lose a house? I almost asked, but then I got it: lose, like not own it anymore. Our house? Quinn and I stared at each other with our hands over our mouths. ”Did she say she cashed out her equity as collateral?” I almost asked, but then I got it: lose, like not own it anymore. Our house? Quinn and I stared at each other with our hands over our mouths. ”Did she say she cashed out her equity as collateral?”

I shrugged. ”Some of those words, I guess. You know what that means?”

Quinn closed her eyes. ”It means we're going to lose everything.”

I put my arms around her and we just sat like that for a while.

Compared to that, really, my friends.h.i.+p problems were nothing. That's what I told myself. The thing was, that didn't cheer me up at all. It's not like, Oh, now it's all in perspective Oh, now it's all in perspective; more like, Oh, great, absolutely everything sucks at once. Oh, great, absolutely everything sucks at once. It just felt like the floor was turning to dust under me and there was nothing solid to grab on to. It just felt like the floor was turning to dust under me and there was nothing solid to grab on to.

My phone, despite being plugged in, read, Unable to charge Unable to charge. Sometimes, just to taunt me, it beeped twice and flashed the words in green, blue, yellow, red: Unable to charge Unable to charge.

n.o.body was online, either.

Phoebe, golden child, woke up just before noon and told us over cereal what a great time she'd had at her party. Even in my crabby state I managed to be a little happy for her, despite the fact that Mom had lent her the necklace she never took off, and Phoebe kept pawing the sapphire hanging there in her tan little neck notch. We see it, We see it, I managed to not scream. I just complimented her on how she looked, listened to what a great time she had with her friends and also kissing her boyfriend at the end in the parking lot under a weeping willow-and managed not to throw up even once. I managed to not scream. I just complimented her on how she looked, listened to what a great time she had with her friends and also kissing her boyfriend at the end in the parking lot under a weeping willow-and managed not to throw up even once.

Quinn and I decided not to tell Phoebe yet about the house. At least we could protect her for a little while. We told ourselves we were being good sisters to her.

I went to bed feeling so darned proud of myself. Not. I lay there going over my situation. My family was screwed. We were going to have to move-out of our house, my house, my home. And to where? With no money, where were we expecting to go? Maybe we would have to move in with my grandmother. Holy c.r.a.p. Holy c.r.a.p. Just as I was finally drifting off into a nightmare, my phone honked twice, to remind me that it was unable to charge. Just as I was finally drifting off into a nightmare, my phone honked twice, to remind me that it was unable to charge. Thanks, great. Thanks, great. And my life was unable to claw its way out of the toilet. I decided to stop obsessing about family and torture myself about friends instead: My old exbest friend was probably giving me the silent treatment for (she had to think) blowing her off mid-texting, which, to Jade, would be the height and depth of b.i.t.c.hiness. She was ignoring me online, anyway, and wouldn't answer her cell when I called from the landline. My new exbest friend was apparently lying when she said she forgave me for lying to her (I know, I know, karma is a boomerang) and as revenge was hooking up with the boy I loved. Who was, of course, more into her. Who wouldn't be? And my life was unable to claw its way out of the toilet. I decided to stop obsessing about family and torture myself about friends instead: My old exbest friend was probably giving me the silent treatment for (she had to think) blowing her off mid-texting, which, to Jade, would be the height and depth of b.i.t.c.hiness. She was ignoring me online, anyway, and wouldn't answer her cell when I called from the landline. My new exbest friend was apparently lying when she said she forgave me for lying to her (I know, I know, karma is a boomerang) and as revenge was hooking up with the boy I loved. Who was, of course, more into her. Who wouldn't be?

And I had an appointment to try to be a model smack in the middle of English, in twelve hours. During the final I hadn't studied for. Great, maybe I could add failing out of high school to my list of glorious accomplishments. That was when I remembered my other homework from English that I'd blown off completely because it was too ridiculous to even attempt: write your autobiography in six words. Yeah, right. How about, I need more than six words I need more than six words?

I got a pen and wrote that down, just in case we had to read our autobiographies out loud. That got me thinking that maybe I would go for the photo shoot, if only to avoid the horror show of trying to write essays on books I'd never read.

Sleep was obviously out of the question, so I went to the bathroom. When I flicked on the light, the quote card Jade had made was the first thing I saw, and as I wondered if I had done anything all day that scared me, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and jumped. Okay, seeing yourself in the mirror might not have been what Mrs. Roosevelt meant, but I was kind of a sight.