I Swear by Lane Davis

Author:Lane Davis [Davis, Lane]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Bullying, Juvenile Fiction, Suicide, Social Issues, Depression & Mental Illness
ISBN: 9781442435063
Google: xj86qIsQNPkC
Amazon: 1442435062
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2012-09-04T07:00:00+00:00

19. BETH

When I got home from Jillian’s, Mom’s Bible study was just finishing up. There were still seven or eight women hanging out, drinking coffee and eating cake and cookies. I’d almost made it through the living room when I heard my mom’s voice.

“Oh, Bethany, honey. How wonderful you’re home! How did things go at your deposition? Mrs. Warren, Bethany has been called as a witness in a civil case! It’s very important! Did you say hello to Mrs. Warren, Bethany?”

I stopped, then slowly turned. “No, Mom, actually I was fleeing through the living room in hopes of not being noticed. I’m tiny and fast.” I smiled to Mrs. Warren, who must’ve been eighty if she was a day. “Usually I can get away with it.”

Mrs. Warren blinked at me, then said, “My grandson Stanley is at the Christian school down by the airport. He’s a junior there. Plays basketball. Bet you all would have a lot in common.” She smiled.

“I’ll bet we would,” I said. “Especially calculus homework. Nice seeing you, Mrs. Warren.”

“Bethany . . . ,” Mom said. “I wish you could stay for a moment—”

“That makes one of us.” I smiled sweetly and waved as I rounded the bend with my bag and headed upstairs.

I opened my laptop and logged on to Gmail. The first message was from Coach Stevens with the details for the meet next weekend. The second email was from an address I didn’t recognize, but the subject said, “Regarding Leslie.” I clicked it and froze.

Inside the email was a screenshot of Leslie’s Facebook page from the morning she died. There was the message she’d left for me on her wall:

List Chick, I’m sorry I didn’t feel the same way about you. I could’ve been your friend. Anchors away.

Underneath the screenshot in bold black letters were the words: You’re only as sick as your secrets.

A wave of nausea swept over me and I ran into the bathroom just in time. I wanted to cry, but there were no tears, just fear. I was sweating and freezing at the same time. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet. I used some mouthwash, then raced back into my room and locked the door.

I looked back down at the screen and noticed a Gchat window blinking with the message: “hipstermatic94 has invited you to chat.” It was the same address the email was from.

listchick1: who is this?

hipstermatic94: Let’s not play games okay?

listchick1: FUCK YOU KRISTA

listchick1: WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?

hipstermatic94: You better come see me if you want to find out. We should talk.

listchick1: I can’t. I have homework to do.

hipstermatic94: We all do. So you should come talk now so we can get back to Calculus.

hipstermatic94: Or you can just find out how it goes down in my deposition tomorrow.

listchick1: You are such a bitch.

hipstermatic94: See you soon . . .

I slammed closed my computer, grabbed my keys, and drove to Krista’s.

Krista’s little brother Sam buzzed me in at their loft when I knocked.

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