Page 101 of Wicked Promises
“Ex-wife?” I glance at him. “They got divorced, I think.”
“Oh. You don’t seem overly concerned that she’s gone.”
“I’m not.” I sigh. “I should’ve blamed her from the beginning. You know, because it’s really her fault that everything happened. Instead, my uncle twisted my view on the subject.”
Hislessonsinvolved making me hate my best friend.
We get home in time for me to slip back downstairs and steal another kiss from Margo, make sure she’s awake, and then head to school. My stomach churns the entire day. Eli must say something to Liam and Theo, because they don’t ask. If anything, they double their efforts to keep people away from me.
Savannah comes up to me at lunch. Well, she tries to.
“Your girlfriend is fucking crazy,” she spits.
Theo chuckles, and she takes a step back. She’s a dog with a lot of bark but no bite.
Easy to rule her out as Unknown.
That, and she’s not Theo’s biggest fan. Never has been, probably never will be. Thanks to Amelie’s sister…
Still, I perk up. “What did she do?”
“Shethreatenedme!” She tries to push past Eli, but he won’t budge. “What? I can’t have a conversation with him?”
“You’re an evil bitch,” Eli retorts. “So… no.”
“Wonder how fast Amelie would come back if we called her up and told her the whole school had forgotten about her little… incident?” Theo asks. “We could call her and find out?—”
“Ugh!” Savannah shrieks.
I smile, and she storms away.
“Two peas in a freaking nuthouse,” Theo says, shaking his head. “Not sure which is worse—Amelie or Savannah.”
“Where did Amelie go, by the way?” Liam nudges Theo and grins.
Theo just glowers at him. “Away, I’ve heard.”
“The pretty little princess couldn’t handle the rumors.” Eli laughs. He grabs his lunch tray. “She’s finishing the semester in France.”
I squint down at the table. The headache hasn’t gone away, and the fluorescent lights aren’t helping.
“Amelie knew where Amber was,” I muse. “How?”
Eli shakes his head. “You’re just thinking about this now?”
“Been a bit preoccupied, if you haven’t noticed.” I cover my eyes with my hand.
“What’s Amelie’s relationship with Amber? Or, better yet, your mother?” Liam asks.
I shrug. “No clue.”
“She was fucking Ian,” Theo says suddenly.
I drop my hand and narrow my eyes. “Thanks for the reminder.”
“I’m just saying, Ian’s mom and your aunt are cousins. There’s your connection. We all know those old bats gossip more than schoolgirls.” Theo looks around, eyeing the cheerleader table. “Honestly, it’s not such a stretch to think Amelie overheard something she shouldn’t have.”
“So, what, Amelie and Matt?” I groan. “Impossible. She was already… wherever she went. France or something.”