Kill the Boy Band by Goldy Moldavsky

Author:Goldy Moldavsky [Moldavsky, Goldy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2016-03-07T16:00:00+00:00

There was this girl at school who used to taunt me sometimes. Leslie Hamilton. She was a sophomore and I was a freshman, and this was early on in the school year, the worst the bullying ever was. She didn’t do anything major, just spewed shit consistently. Stuff about my clothes, my hair, about how I didn’t have a dad—really childish stuff. One day in the locker room, while everyone else headed into the gym for PE, Erin took my hand and pulled me back. The two of us were the only ones left.

“I have something for you,” she’d said. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, her lips still super red, even for gym. She held out a pink water bottle for me to take.

“Thanks,” I said. “But I’m not thirsty.”

“It’s not for you, silly. That’s Leslie’s water bottle. She keeps it locked in her locker because she occasionally enjoys a bit of vodka in her post-gym refresher. But combination locks are a breeze, and no match for me.” She held it out again, shaking it a bit. “So here, take it. I think you should pee in it.”

I read her face, trying to make out if this was some sort of joke, but she was serious. “What?”

“Pee in the bottle. She deserves it.”

“Erin,” I said. It was more of a shocked laugh than a name, the way it came out. “I can’t just … I can’t just pee in someone’s water bottle.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s really mean.”

Erin sighed and dropped her hand, the water bottle colliding limply with her thigh. “How can you stand the way she treats you? I can’t.”

“Yeah, but what you’re proposing isn’t any better. It isn’t nice.”

I thought she’d drop it then, that she’d see the error of her ways, but Erin only came closer, smoothed out the shoulder of my gym T-shirt, and said, “Fuck nice.” She held out the bottle again, giving it a little shake. She smiled.

I was enthralled by everything about her. By the fact that she was so appalled by Leslie Hamilton’s treatment of me that she’d steal the girl’s water bottle. By the fact that she wanted to get revenge on Leslie Hamilton simply because she cared about me.

I loved that memory of Erin sticking up for me in her own way. And I especially loved the look on Leslie Hamilton’s face when she spit out her water in disgust. Now, after everything, that memory seems tainted somehow, and I just see the situation for what it was: shady as fuck.

Because the truth was, my best friends were psychopaths.

Officially.

I mean, there really was no denying it now. When they weren’t kidnapping boy band members, they were plotting to destroy them.

I thought of going back to the bar again, but then I also felt like I needed a change. So instead of going down I went up. I took the elevator as high as it would go, and then when it wouldn’t go any higher I found the nearest stairwell and kept going up til there was nothing but a door.

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