#famous by Jilly Gagnon

Author:Jilly Gagnon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2016-12-11T16:00:00+00:00

chapter twenty-seven

RACHEL

FRIDAY, 8:50 P.M.

“Why are you stopping? We’re at least three blocks from his house.”

I thrust my phone at Mo, the line on the GPS app still defiantly long.

“He’ll just make us move the car if we park closer. This is good. Plus, the woods that run behind his house let out over there, by the park.” Mo pointed over to the left where a few straggling trees tottered up to the plastic fencing around the playground. “If the cops come, it’s better not to have to walk down his street.”

Trust Mo to have planned additional exit routes in case of emergency.

“We’re not going to be here long enough for it to matter.”

“Noted,” Mo said tightly, clicking her key fob. The car chirped behind us. “It’s literally the only thing you’ve said to me since I picked you up. It still doesn’t hurt.”

Whatever. She couldn’t know how short our stay would really be. She was right; we hadn’t spoken the entire ride over. I figured I didn’t owe her any warning about turning Kyle down; she hadn’t given me any. She’d prattled on about how to stay natural in front of a camera, and which stores had the best dresses for homecoming, and which of the apparently myriad smiles I had was my “good smile,” trying to fill the dead space.

I just stared out the window. I needed a ride—there was no way I was delivering the bad news entirely sober—but that’s all Mo was to me right now. Besides, even if I weren’t pissed at her, why would I want to party with a bunch of strangers who were almost certainly responsible for “decorating” my locker on Wednesday? If I hadn’t wanted to deliver the news in person, Mo wouldn’t have even gotten a text back.

I’d never been to Beau’s house, so I didn’t know how secluded it was until we were almost there. It was big and blocky and white, with dark-green trim and a porch that wrapped all the way around the back of the second story. You could hear kids shouting and music blasting once you got right up to the front, but it was tucked way back into the woods, the last place on a dead end, and the next house was too far away for the neighbors to hear anything at all.

Everyone was right. It was the perfect place for a party.

I looked over at Monique. Her mouth was pinched closed and her eyes were wide—maybe she was regretting coming as much as I was. After hesitating on the flagstone sidewalk that wound up under the front portico, I shrugged and started walking across the lawn toward the back. The night was cool, and the damp grass tickling my ankles made me shiver. I heard Monique following, steps soft and squishy in the grass.

Out back, people thronged the deck overhead, but we’d either missed the stairs or there wasn’t a way to get up to it from outside. At ground level, light spilled out

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