By: Courtney Summers
Pub date: January 5th, 2010
Climbing to the top of the social ladder is hard–falling from it is even harder. Regina Afton used to be a member of the Fearsome Fivesome, an all-girl clique both feared and revered by the students at Hallowell High… until vicious rumors about her and her best friend’s boyfriend start going around.
Now Regina’s been “frozen out” and her ex-best friends are out for revenge. If Regina was guilty, it would be one thing, but the rumors are far from the terrifying truth and the bullying is getting more intense by the day.
She takes solace in the company of Michael Hayden, a misfit with a tragic past who she herself used to bully. Friendship doesn’t come easily for these onetime enemies, and as Regina works hard to make amends for her past, she realizes Michael could be more than just a friend… if threats from the Fearsome Foursome don’t break them both first…
Everyone is wasted.
Anna is wasted. Josh is wasted. Marta is wasted. Jeanette is wasted. Bruce is wasted. Donnie’s always wasted. I’m not wasted. I had my turn at the last party, called shotgun in Anna’s Benz after it was over. My head was out the window, the world was spinning. I puked my guts out. It wasn’t fun, but it’s not like there was anything else to do. To night, there’s even less to do than that. To night, I’m the
“Okay, okay, just—” Josh fumbles into his pocket and pulls out a little baggie of capsules. He tips one, two, three, four into his palm while Charlie Simmons, a fat, cranky sophomore, waits impatiently. “I have to restock.” He drops the pills into Charlie’s piggy hands. “That’s all I can give you right now, man.”
Charlie sniffs. Fitting: All that Adderall is going up his nose.
“Oh . . .” Josh’s eyes glaze over. “Forget about it. I like you, Chuck.”
Charlie grins. “Cool. Thanks.”
“Hey, Chuck, you’re paying,” I say, grabbing his arm. Instant scowl.
“Bring the money on Monday.”
“Bitch,” he mutters.
He stalks off. Payment secured. I only strong- arm Josh’s clientele when Josh gives his merchandise away, which is every time he gets this drunk.
“Jesus, Regina.” He somehow manages to trip over his feet, even though he’s just standing there. He wraps an arm around me. “Show a little respect, huh?”