A calm determination settled over me as I started back toward the dorm, my pace slow and easy now.
When I finally made it back to my room, sixth period had ended and Cece and Sophie were already there, sitting side by side on Cece’s bed with textbooks in their laps.
“Warning, Sophie,” I said sourly. “Your roommate is going wolf tonight.”
“Uh-oh,” she said, setting aside her book. “Does that mean Aidan has to babysit?”
“Yep.” I dropped my bag onto my desk. “Lucky him.”
“Bad day?” Cece asked with a frown.
“You have no idea. I have a headache, too.”
“You want to lie down for a little bit?” she offered. “Sophie and I can go to the lounge.”
“No, but thanks. I’ve got homework.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice if we didn’t have to do any more homework? I mean, now that we’ve already been accepted to college and everything.”
My gaze shot up at once, taking in Cece’s impish grin. “Oh my God! You got an acceptance today, didn’t you?”
“Tulane. Full merit scholarship.”
“That’s awesome!” I hurried over and wrapped her in a hug. “Wow, I’m so happy for you. And . . . any news on Joshua?”
“Duke—his first choice. He’s totally psyched.” She waved one hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out. I mean, if it’s meant to be, it’ll be, right? Anyway, tell her your news, Sophie.”
“You got into Dartmouth?” I asked her, remembering that she was still waiting to hear from them.
“Yeah, but I already accepted at Princeton. Guess who else?”
“Someone else is going to Princeton?” I asked, confused now.
“Not just anyone,” Cece said cryptically. “Go on. Tell her!”
Oh my God. “Not . . . ?”
“Tyler,” Sophie confirmed with a nod. “Crazy, right? I didn’t even know he’d applied there.”
“So . . . is this a good thing?” I asked.
She chewed on her lower lip as she considered the question. “I don’t know. Probably not, right?”
“Depends, I guess,” I hedged. “But seriously, Princeton? Tyler’s grades are that good?”
“I know, right?” Cece plopped back down on her bed. “I wonder if one of his parents went there or something.”
“I don’t know, but his grades really are that good,” Sophie said. “At least, that’s what Dr. Byrne says.”
“Oooh, Matthew,” Cece said, wiggling her fingers at me like she always did when his name came up. “By the way, what’s up with Aidan? He seemed a little . . . uh . . . frosty earlier.”
“Oh, you know . . . he’s just being moody.” I cleared my throat uncomfortably, hoping they wouldn’t question why my cheeks were suddenly red.
“Hey, don’t forget Friday is senior ditch day,” Sophie said, mercifully changing the subject. “We’re supposed to meet at the cemetery at sunrise.”
Cece mock shuddered. “That’s so creepy.”
“But it’s Winterhaven tradition, right?” I asked. “The cemetery and then Sunnyside.”
“Yeah, but it’s so lame.” Cece rolled her eyes. “I mean, Winterhaven delivers bag lunches to Sunnyside. Technically, that makes it a school-approved field trip.”
“Yes, but an unchaperoned one,” Sophie reminded her.
“Ooh, so naughty!” Cece was laughing now. “Think of all the trouble we could get into. You know, at an old cemetery and a historic site.”
“Uh-oh,” I said. “Matthew.”
“What about him?”
“There’s no way he’s going to let me go off campus without him, not after what happened in Atlanta.”
“Seriously?” Cece asked.
I nodded. “Seriously.”
She groaned loudly. “Well, forget the unchaperoned part, then.”
“I just won’t go, that’s all. I’ll stay here with Aidan.” Because there was no way Mrs. Girard would let him go. It was too dangerous, even during daylight hours.
“But you have to go, Violet. I mean, we don’t have that much time left together as it is.” Sophie’s eyes filled with tears. “There’s just this and then prom and graduation.”
“We’ve got the trip to England, too,” I reminded her. At least, I hoped we still did, what with Aidan being mad at me and all. My own vision was swimming with tears as I fit myself between the two of them.
Cece shook her head. “Oh no. Don’t start. ’Cause if the two of you do, then I’m gonna start bawling my eyes out.”
I wrapped an arm around Cece; Sophie laid her head on my shoulder.
Just then, the door banged open. We all looked up to see Marissa standing there in the doorway, looking like she was about to cry too. “What’s going on?” she asked, her gaze sweeping the room.
Sophie’s breathing was ragged now as she reined in the tears. “We’re running out of time together.”
“I thought . . . never mind.” Marissa shook her head. When Cece held out a hand to her, she hurried over to the bed and joined in the group embrace.
“I’m going to miss you guys so much,” Cece sobbed, her face buried in Marissa’s hair now. “What was I thinking? I’m going to be all by myself at Tulane!”
“But you’ve got family in New Orleans,” I reminded her. “Your grandma and cousins . . .”
She shook her head. “It’s not the same. Marissa and Max are both staying in New York. Violet and Aidan are going to Paris. And you’ll have Tyler at Princeton,” she directed at Sophie. “Even if he is a manwhore. But me? I’ve got no one.”
“We can Skype every day.” Sophie sniffled.
“Yeah, a group video chat,” I agreed. “Every night.”
Cece shook her head. “You’re going to be in Paris, remember? Nighttime for us will be, like, butt crack of dawn for you.”
“More like the middle of the night,” Sophie corrected.
I reached for a tissue and dabbed at my eyes. “So, we’ll find a time that works for everyone. Maybe not every day, but at least once a week, okay?”
Sophie nodded, reaching for my hand. “Agreed.”
“Agreed,” Cece echoed, adding her hand to the pile.
We all looked expectantly toward Marissa. “Agreed,” she said. “What, did you think I wouldn’t?” She rolled her eyes as she placed her hand on top of ours.
Still, I couldn’t help but think how drastically things were going to change, and soon. Sophie was right—all we had left was prom and graduation and our trip to England.
Just a matter of weeks.
24 ~ I Spy
Never mind,” I said, shaking my head. “This was a bad idea.”
Cece sat up in bed. “C’mon, aren’t you curious? I’ll just project out there quickly and see what’s going on and then I’ll come right back. Five minutes, tops.”
I chewed on my bottom lip, torn. On the one hand, I wanted to know what happened when Jenna went wolf—and exactly what role Aidan played in it. But on the other hand, I was asking Cece to do something that was against the COPA. Plus, I didn’t want to be the kind of girlfriend who spied on her boyfriend.
Still . . . I was curious. “You’re sure you don’t mind?” I asked her.
“Totally. Anyway, I’ve done it before—gone astrally strolling through the woods at night. Remember?”
I nodded, recalling the last time she’d spotted Jenna and Aidan together, arguing. At the time, we hadn’t known Jenna’s story and hadn’t realized what was going on.