arms, feeling cold just thinking about it.
“I didn’t think so,” he said. “But hey, do you think your friend Keelie is into me?”
“Keelie?” I hadn’t seen that one coming. “I thought you were interested in Amber.”
“Amber’s all right, if you like the clingy, ditzy type,” he said. “But she’s already getting annoying.”
“I’ll ask Keelie,” I told him, starting to wonder myself. Could Keelie be interested in Jeremy? I’d never stopped to think about it, but maybe she could be. And the two of them might be good together.
“Be smooth about it,” he said, bringing his hands dramatically to his chest. “I don’t want my heart to get broken again.”
I smiled and rolled my eyes, glad that Jeremy was back to his normal, joking self. “I’ll try to find out,” I said. “And I really am glad things are cool between us now.”
“No reason they shouldn’t be,” he said, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“Right,” I agreed, although “process of elimination” kept repeating in my mind. Because if Jeremy wasn’t angry, there would be no reason for him to cast a curse on me.
Meaning only one person could be responsible—Chelsea.
CHAPTER 9
“What did Jeremy say?” Drew asked as he played with a ringlet of my hair that he found to be particularly bouncy.
“It wasn’t him.” I leaned back onto the headboard of Drew’s bed and glanced at the plasma screen TV on his wall playing old episodes of The OC. We weren’t really watching, but having the show on made sure Drew’s mom didn’t think we were doing anything in his room that our parents wouldn’t approve of.
“How can you be sure?” Drew’s eyes darkened in concern.
“I just am,” I told him. “I wish you could have heard what he said. I don’t even think he’s upset about the break up anymore. He had this revelation that our relationship wouldn’t have made it through us going to different colleges, so now he’s fine with it. He even asked me to find out if Keelie’s interested in him.”
“He’s interested in Keelie?” Drew looked perplexed.
“Yeah,” I said. “I was surprised too, but it makes sense. Keelie and I are similar, but unlike me, she likes going to sports games and all that school spirit stuff.”
“Hm,” he said. “When you put it that way, it does kind of make sense.”
“Anyway, that’s not the point,” I tried to get the conversation back to what we needed to discuss. “Because now that we know Jeremy isn’t responsible, I need to talk to Chelsea.”
“I thought it was her since Alistair told us about the curse,” Drew said. “You know she’s not going to admit it, right?”
“That’s what I’m most worried about.” I chewed on my lower lip. “I was just going to try talking with her and see what happens.”
“The best chance you have is to catch her with evidence, so she can’t deny it,” he said simply.
I took a moment to absorb his words. I hoped he had a plan, because I sure didn’t. “How do you suppose I do that?”
“Thanksgiving dinner.” He sat up straighter, and I suspected he’d been thinking about this all day. “You’re going over her house.”
“What do you want me to do when I’m there?” I asked. “Raid her room?”
He raised an eyebrow, giving me the feeling that yes, that was exactly what he wanted me to do.
“No.” I shook my head. “No way. Not happening.”
“Why not?” he asked. “We agreed she’s not going to admit it if you ask nicely. If it ends up making a difference between you staying alive or not, isn’t it worth it to peek through her stuff?”
I pressed my lips together, not saying anything. I’d never snooped through anyone’s stuff before. Just thinking about it felt intrusive.
“Have you had any more dark omens today?” he asked.
“The mirror in my bronzer compact cracked when I was getting ready for school,” I
“I didn’t think so,” he said. “But hey, do you think your friend Keelie is into me?”
“Keelie?” I hadn’t seen that one coming. “I thought you were interested in Amber.”
“Amber’s all right, if you like the clingy, ditzy type,” he said. “But she’s already getting annoying.”
“I’ll ask Keelie,” I told him, starting to wonder myself. Could Keelie be interested in Jeremy? I’d never stopped to think about it, but maybe she could be. And the two of them might be good together.
“Be smooth about it,” he said, bringing his hands dramatically to his chest. “I don’t want my heart to get broken again.”
I smiled and rolled my eyes, glad that Jeremy was back to his normal, joking self. “I’ll try to find out,” I said. “And I really am glad things are cool between us now.”
“No reason they shouldn’t be,” he said, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“Right,” I agreed, although “process of elimination” kept repeating in my mind. Because if Jeremy wasn’t angry, there would be no reason for him to cast a curse on me.
Meaning only one person could be responsible—Chelsea.
CHAPTER 9
“What did Jeremy say?” Drew asked as he played with a ringlet of my hair that he found to be particularly bouncy.
“It wasn’t him.” I leaned back onto the headboard of Drew’s bed and glanced at the plasma screen TV on his wall playing old episodes of The OC. We weren’t really watching, but having the show on made sure Drew’s mom didn’t think we were doing anything in his room that our parents wouldn’t approve of.
“How can you be sure?” Drew’s eyes darkened in concern.
“I just am,” I told him. “I wish you could have heard what he said. I don’t even think he’s upset about the break up anymore. He had this revelation that our relationship wouldn’t have made it through us going to different colleges, so now he’s fine with it. He even asked me to find out if Keelie’s interested in him.”
“He’s interested in Keelie?” Drew looked perplexed.
“Yeah,” I said. “I was surprised too, but it makes sense. Keelie and I are similar, but unlike me, she likes going to sports games and all that school spirit stuff.”
“Hm,” he said. “When you put it that way, it does kind of make sense.”
“Anyway, that’s not the point,” I tried to get the conversation back to what we needed to discuss. “Because now that we know Jeremy isn’t responsible, I need to talk to Chelsea.”
“I thought it was her since Alistair told us about the curse,” Drew said. “You know she’s not going to admit it, right?”
“That’s what I’m most worried about.” I chewed on my lower lip. “I was just going to try talking with her and see what happens.”
“The best chance you have is to catch her with evidence, so she can’t deny it,” he said simply.
I took a moment to absorb his words. I hoped he had a plan, because I sure didn’t. “How do you suppose I do that?”
“Thanksgiving dinner.” He sat up straighter, and I suspected he’d been thinking about this all day. “You’re going over her house.”
“What do you want me to do when I’m there?” I asked. “Raid her room?”
He raised an eyebrow, giving me the feeling that yes, that was exactly what he wanted me to do.
“No.” I shook my head. “No way. Not happening.”
“Why not?” he asked. “We agreed she’s not going to admit it if you ask nicely. If it ends up making a difference between you staying alive or not, isn’t it worth it to peek through her stuff?”
I pressed my lips together, not saying anything. I’d never snooped through anyone’s stuff before. Just thinking about it felt intrusive.
“Have you had any more dark omens today?” he asked.
“The mirror in my bronzer compact cracked when I was getting ready for school,” I
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