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For Jane, who knows what's right

 

PART ONE

 

1.

My name is Lisa Brooks and I'm a twisted psycho. I wasn't always a total nutcase. Before the accident, I thought I was doing pretty okay.

My family moved to Shadyside in February. It took a little while to adjust to a new house, a new town, and a new high school. That's normal, right?

I had some hard times. I was lonely at first. I missed my friends back in Shaker Heights. Shadyside High was big and confusing, and most everyone I met had been going there forever and already had a group of friends.

I'd walk down the long halls to class, and everyone was laughing and talking, and sometimes I felt as if I didn't exist. I'm a little shy, and it's not easy for me to go up to someone I don't know and just start talking. So I felt kind of invisible my first few weeks there.

But by April, I was beginning to feel at home. I was making friends. Saralynn O'Brien and I were hanging out a lot. We seemed to have the same sense of humor and the same bad attitude about guys and school. We both thought high school was basically a crock—something you had to get through so your real life could start. And we both thought guys were an inferior species, inferior but necessary.

Yes. Necessary. I even had a boyfriend by April. Nate Goodman. I met him when I walked out of the cafeteria, bumped him from behind at the top of the stairs, and sent him tumbling headfirst to the bottom. I had my eyes on my phone and didn't even see him.

Luckily, Nate is a pretty slick acrobat. He managed to somersault most of the way. He had a few cuts that were bleeding a little, but he didn't break his neck.

Of course I went tearing down the stairs to make sure he was okay. He sat there shaking his head. I think he was dazed a little. I huddled over him. “Are you okay?”

“I was better a few seconds ago,” he said.

I apologized at least a hundred times and helped pull him to his feet. I felt terrible. At least a dozen kids stopped to stare at us.

He wiped blood off his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Did you break anything?” I asked.

“Yes. The land-speed record for stair falling,” he replied.

“I'm glad you have a sense of humor,” I said.

“Me, too.”

Nate is a good-looking dude. He's tall and lanky. He has straight black hair that he's always brushing back from his forehead, round dark brown eyes, and an easy smile that makes a dimple appear on his right cheek.

“You're Lisa, right?” He studied me. “Saralynn told me about you. She didn't warn me you were dangerous.”

I gave him a look. “Yes, I'm very dangerous.” I guess that was my idea of flirting. I had pulled him to his feet. Now I realized I was still holding onto his arm. “How do you know Saralynn?”

He wiped more blood off his forehead with the sleeve of his black T-shirt. “We grew up near each other. On the same block.”

“You're a senior, right?” I said. My phone beeped in my jeans pocket. A text. I ignored it.

He squinted at me. “How do you know that?”

I shrugged. “Saralynn might have mentioned it to me.”

Saralynn and I are juniors. I hate that word, but it's awkward to say you're in eleventh grade. “You need to see the nurse,” I said. “That cut on your forehead is kinda bad.”

He nodded. “I didn't plan to give
blood
today.” He said it like an old-time movie vampire.

I laughed. “You make a good vampire. Saralynn told me you're into scary movies and horror.”

“Yeah, I collect posters and comics and masks and stuff,” he said. “You seem to know a lot about me.”

I shrugged again. I could feel my face growing hot. It was true. Saralynn and I did talk about him a lot. Ever since we watched him read a long Edgar Allan Poe poem at the senior talent show. I thought he was hot. Strange but hot.

I mean, Edgar Allan Poe? Seriously?

The bell rang. We were going to be late for fifth period.

I had a strong feeling about him. Like some kind of laser force field pulling me toward him. A hundred years ago, I think they called it love at first sight. Cornball music would be playing with lots of violins.

What I mean to say is that I liked the way he looked at me, and I liked talking to him. I even thought he looked cool with a line of blood leaking across his forehead.

“Nice bumping into you,” I said.

He nodded. “Funny. Remind me to laugh.”

Nate and I have been hanging out ever since. Sometimes it's just the two of us. Sometimes it was like the night of April 12, when we went to the hamburger hangout, Lefty's, with Saralynn and Nate's friend Isaac Brenner.

Yes, I remember the exact date. April 12. The night of the accident. The night of so much horror. The night I turned into an insane lunatic.

 

2.

“Is that a real word?” Isaac asked. “Vomitorium?”

“Mr. Hammer explained it to us,” Saralynn said. “In Drama class. They had these aisles in theaters. Like in Roman times. For the audience to leave the theater quickly. They were called vomitoriums. In Latin, it meant
spew forth
.”

Isaac scratched his curly black hair. “You mean the audiences puked their guts out in the aisles?”

“No. That's a mistake people make,” Saralynn told him. “Vomitoriums didn't have anything to do with vomiting.”

I rolled my eyes. “Can we talk about something else? I mean, we came here to eat cheeseburgers, right? Why do we have to talk about vomitoriums?”

Nate nodded agreement. We were sitting in a wide, red vinyl booth in the back of the restaurant. He had his arm around my shoulders. Saralynn and Isaac sat facing us.

“'Cuz that's what the lunchroom looked like yesterday,” Isaac said. “Kids were heaving all over the place. It was totally
sick.
”

Nate's hand squeezed my shoulder. “Does anyone know what made those kids all toss their lunch?”

“Maybe the food?” Isaac said.

We laughed. Isaac is a total joker. He always knows the dumbest thing to say.

“It's still a mystery,” Saralynn said. “Someone said they all had the mac and cheese. But what could go wrong with mac and cheese?”

Yesterday had been a bad day at school. A dozen kids had to be sent to the emergency room at Shadyside General. But this puke talk was making me queasy.

I was glad when the waitress came back to the booth to take our order. I recognized her from school. Rachel Martin. She is a senior, but we are in the same Politics and Government class.

“What's the special tonight?” Isaac asked her.

She blinked. “Cheeseburgers.”

“That was the special last night,” Isaac said.

Rachel poked him with the eraser on her pencil. “You're very sharp, Isaac.”

“You shouldn't poke the customers,” Isaac said, rubbing his shoulder. “Didn't Lefty tell you that?”

We all looked to the window that opened into the kitchen. We could see Lefty's back. He was at the grill, frying up cheeseburgers.

“Lefty said it was okay to poke you,” Rachel said.

Isaac jumped up. “Really? I didn't know you liked me. Should we go to your place or mine?”

Saralynn pulled him back to the seat. “Ha ha. Funny.”

“We'll have the usual,” Nate told Rachel.

She scribbled something on her little pad. Then she poked Isaac again with the pencil, turned, and headed to the kitchen.

Nate slid his hand from behind my back. “Okay, phones on the table, guys.” He slid his phone from his jeans pocket and set it down in the middle of the table.

The rest of us pulled out our phones and stacked them on top of Nate's in a neat pile.

“Hey, make sure Isaac didn't turn off his ringer,” Saralynn said.

Nate pulled Isaac's phone from the pile and examined it.

“You guys really think I'd cheat?” Isaac asked, pretending to be hurt.

“Yes!” all three of us answered.

Nate moved the switch on Isaac's phone. He stared accusingly across the table. “You
did
have your ringer switched off.”

Isaac raised his right hand. “Accident. I swear. Total accident.”

This was a serious tradition we had. We piled the phones on the table. First phone to ring? The owner had to pay for dinner.

I was usually the loser. That's because my mom and dad are total pests. They're your basic helicopter parents, hovering over me wherever I go. They call me constantly. They pretend they have a question they want to ask. But they're really just checking up on me.

When I don't pick up, they leave long voicemails. I mean, seriously. Who listens to
voicemails
?

At my old school I had a boyfriend they didn't like. Just because he was out of school and he had a tattoo sleeve on his right arm. He wasn't a bad guy, but they couldn't see beyond the tattoos.

I think he's the reason they don't trust me now.

Do they like Nate? I haven't asked them. I really don't care.

“What's up with your band?” Nate asked Isaac. Isaac has a rock band called The Black Holes. They say they are a Metallica cover band, but it's hard to tell when you listen to them.

Isaac had been shuffling the ketchup and mustard dispensers. Suddenly, he squeezed them at Nate. Nate dodged away. A spray of ketchup and mustard splashed the table.

“You really are a ten-year-old,” Saralynn said, shaking her head.

“Sorry,” Isaac said. “I didn't mean to squeeze them. Really. Thinking about my band gets me all tense.” He grabbed some napkins and dabbed at the stains on the table.

“What's your problem?” Nate asked.

“We suck,” Isaac said. He tugged at his thick mop of black hair. “We totally suck.”

“Tell us something new,” Saralynn said.

Isaac ignored her. “We have a gig Saturday night. At the Hothouse. You know. That club on Park almost to the River Road? And the dudes haven't learned any of the music. I can't even get them all to a rehearsal at the same time.”