know?”
“It's just...” Yasmine Wallace hesitates, before glancing at the others as if she needs their approval to speak.
“Is it about last night?” I ask. “I guess you all know about us breaking into the -”
“They don't know about that!” Molly hisses, nudging my arm.
“Breaking into the what?” Alison Birch asks.
“Nothing,” I tell her, before turning back to Yasmine. “So what's the big secret?”
“Don't take this the wrong way,” Yasmine says cautiously, “but some people have been talking, and apparently...” Her voice trails off for a moment. “Okay, you'll totally freak, but -”
“Spit it out.”
“Mary Wade saw your brother last night.”
I stare at her. “What?” I ask finally. I know I should stay calm, but I can already feel a sense of panic rising through my chest.
“Mary Wade, like, totally saw your brother.”
“Your brother's dead,” Alison adds.
“I know,” I say darkly, keeping my eyes fixed on Yasmine. “Which is why Mary Wade didn't see him.”
“She totally did,” Yasmine replies, her eyes wide with awe. “She saw him running along Fremantle Street at, like, two in the morning or something like that. She said he looked real scared.”
“Come on,” Molly mutters, pulling on my arm. “I told you this was stupid. We should get out of here.”
“What was he running from ?” I ask Yasmine.
She shrugs.
I sigh. “And where's Mary now?”
Another shrug.
“But...” She pauses. “A few other people saw him too. Apparently he was, like, running through town, crying for help, really screaming.” Another pauses. “I mean, that's what they said, anyway.”
“So this is some kind of game to you, huh?” I reply, stepping toward her.
“Bonnie!” Molly hisses. “Don't!”
“Do you think this is funny?” Grabbing Yasmine's collar, I force her against the wall. For a moment, all the anger that has been building in my chest threatens to come bursting out. “Let me guess, you all got together and cooked up this story, huh? You thought that seeing as my brother finally died the other night, this'd be the perfect opportunity to come up with some garbage ghost story to send a shiver through your panties and piss me off!”
“You should let go of me,” she replies. “You're invading my personal space.”
“I'll invade your face in a minute if you don't shut up!” I hiss.
“Can someone get help?” she asks, turning to the other girls. “My personal space is being violated and -”
Instead of letting her finish, I punch her hard in the gut before letting go of her collar and taking a step back. I instantly regret doing that, but as she gasps and bends double I feel as if she left me with no choice.
“I'm sorry,” I stammer, “I just... You shouldn't say stuff like that about my brother.”
“Why not?” she gasps. “He was a dumb killer! He deserved to die and he deserved for it to go wrong! He deserved all that pain!”
I step toward her, ready to punch her again, but Molly grabs my arm and pulls me back.
“She's not worth it,” she points out.
“Your brother killed my best friend,” Yasmine sneers.
“I thought I was your best friend?” Alison mutters.
“Jenna Cooper used to be my other best friend,” Yasmine continues.
“You barely even knew Jenna,” Molly points out. “She thought you were a dork.”
“Shut up!” Yasmine shouts. “You don't know anything about anything! Dumbass!”
“Hey!”
Molly lunges at her, but this time it's my turn to pull her back. “She's not worth it,” I tell her, somewhat ironically. “Come on, seriously. Anger issues, much?” I spot Josh and some of his friends making their way past. “Hey!” I call out, but as usual he blanks me, and I feel a flash of regret in my chest.
“Fine,” Molly mutters, stepping back. “I just don't want this bitch claiming she was Jenna's best friend when they barely had anything to do with each other.”
“Just tell your brother to stop
“It's just...” Yasmine Wallace hesitates, before glancing at the others as if she needs their approval to speak.
“Is it about last night?” I ask. “I guess you all know about us breaking into the -”
“They don't know about that!” Molly hisses, nudging my arm.
“Breaking into the what?” Alison Birch asks.
“Nothing,” I tell her, before turning back to Yasmine. “So what's the big secret?”
“Don't take this the wrong way,” Yasmine says cautiously, “but some people have been talking, and apparently...” Her voice trails off for a moment. “Okay, you'll totally freak, but -”
“Spit it out.”
“Mary Wade saw your brother last night.”
I stare at her. “What?” I ask finally. I know I should stay calm, but I can already feel a sense of panic rising through my chest.
“Mary Wade, like, totally saw your brother.”
“Your brother's dead,” Alison adds.
“I know,” I say darkly, keeping my eyes fixed on Yasmine. “Which is why Mary Wade didn't see him.”
“She totally did,” Yasmine replies, her eyes wide with awe. “She saw him running along Fremantle Street at, like, two in the morning or something like that. She said he looked real scared.”
“Come on,” Molly mutters, pulling on my arm. “I told you this was stupid. We should get out of here.”
“What was he running from ?” I ask Yasmine.
She shrugs.
I sigh. “And where's Mary now?”
Another shrug.
“But...” She pauses. “A few other people saw him too. Apparently he was, like, running through town, crying for help, really screaming.” Another pauses. “I mean, that's what they said, anyway.”
“So this is some kind of game to you, huh?” I reply, stepping toward her.
“Bonnie!” Molly hisses. “Don't!”
“Do you think this is funny?” Grabbing Yasmine's collar, I force her against the wall. For a moment, all the anger that has been building in my chest threatens to come bursting out. “Let me guess, you all got together and cooked up this story, huh? You thought that seeing as my brother finally died the other night, this'd be the perfect opportunity to come up with some garbage ghost story to send a shiver through your panties and piss me off!”
“You should let go of me,” she replies. “You're invading my personal space.”
“I'll invade your face in a minute if you don't shut up!” I hiss.
“Can someone get help?” she asks, turning to the other girls. “My personal space is being violated and -”
Instead of letting her finish, I punch her hard in the gut before letting go of her collar and taking a step back. I instantly regret doing that, but as she gasps and bends double I feel as if she left me with no choice.
“I'm sorry,” I stammer, “I just... You shouldn't say stuff like that about my brother.”
“Why not?” she gasps. “He was a dumb killer! He deserved to die and he deserved for it to go wrong! He deserved all that pain!”
I step toward her, ready to punch her again, but Molly grabs my arm and pulls me back.
“She's not worth it,” she points out.
“Your brother killed my best friend,” Yasmine sneers.
“I thought I was your best friend?” Alison mutters.
“Jenna Cooper used to be my other best friend,” Yasmine continues.
“You barely even knew Jenna,” Molly points out. “She thought you were a dork.”
“Shut up!” Yasmine shouts. “You don't know anything about anything! Dumbass!”
“Hey!”
Molly lunges at her, but this time it's my turn to pull her back. “She's not worth it,” I tell her, somewhat ironically. “Come on, seriously. Anger issues, much?” I spot Josh and some of his friends making their way past. “Hey!” I call out, but as usual he blanks me, and I feel a flash of regret in my chest.
“Fine,” Molly mutters, stepping back. “I just don't want this bitch claiming she was Jenna's best friend when they barely had anything to do with each other.”
“Just tell your brother to stop
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