6 

I’M NEVER WRONG

I FINALLY GOT BACK TO MY ROOM AFTER class, tossed my backpack onto the floor and fell backward onto my bed. Paige, right behind me, mirrored my collapse.

“This was the most intense Monday ever,” I said.

“No kidding,” Paige said, rubbing her eyes. “There’s no way I’ll finish even half my homework before tomorrow. I’ll have to get up at, like, five to get it all done.”

“Same,” I said. “I’ve got a zillion things to do, and I have no clue where to start.”

My phone buzzed on my lamp table, and I swiped it.

Come ovr @ 7.—H

I sat up, realizing I’d forgotten about Heather’s back-to-school get-together tonight and really needed to get my homework done. Like, right now.

I spread my books on my bed, opening my notebook.

“Wow,” Paige said. “I was going to take a breather since we just got back from class, but you’re making me feel so guilty.”

“I have to start now,” I said. “I forgot that Heather invited me to the Trio’s suite tonight for a back-to-school thing.”

Paige paused, playing with the ends of her hair.

“Oh. I didn’t know you were going there. Yeah, then. You better get started now.”

Tension crept back into the room—something I didn’t want.

“I can totally blow them off,” I said. “We could do our homework together and chill.”

“No, go,” Paige said. She smiled a genuine Paige smile. “I was actually going to text Geena or someone and see if she wanted to go over notes from our cooking class. We have a new recipe due on Friday.”

“Oh, cool,” I said. “But I’m still your honorary taste tester, right?”

Paige nodded. “Always.”

And with that we started our homework. I worked until sixty-thirty and then stopped, wanting time to get ready and make it to the Trio’s suite on time. Heather would probably lock me out of their room if I was even a minute late.

While Paige kept working I re-straightened my hair and applied fresh powder and blush. I scanned my lip-gloss case, looking for the perfect shade before settling on a Lip Smackers wild raspberry. I didn’t want to overdo it for a night in.

I exited the bathroom, grabbing my purse and phone. “I’m going,” I said to Paige. “Did you ever get in touch with Geena?”

“Um, yeah,” Paige said. “She’ll be here any minute.”

“Have fun!”

“You too,” Paige said as I left our room.

I walked down Winchester’s hallway and paused in the doorway of our dorm monitor, Livvie.

“Hey,” I said, peeking my head in. “It’s okay if I go to Heather’s for a while, right?”

Livvie looked up from her desk where she was typing on her laptop. She checked the clock on the wall. “Sure. Just be back by nine.”

“Sure thing,” I said. “Thanks.”

I left and walked across the streetlamp-lit campus to Orchard dorm. The old-fashioned lanterns cast a soft yellow glow.

Callie lived in Orchard, too, and I crossed my fingers that I’d make it to the Trio’s suite without seeing her.

I pulled open the door and walked down the hallway. With its cranberry-colored walls, dark carpeting and ornate lighting—Orchard was one of my favorite dorms. I loved visiting and felt more and more comfortable every time I came to the Trio’s suite.

I reached their door and knocked lightly on the dark wood.

A frowning Julia pulled open the door and ushered me inside without a word.

“You okay?” I asked, knowing she probably wouldn’t tell me.

“Oh, fine,” Julia grumbled. “Totally fine. They’re all in the common room getting snacks.”

“You mean Heather and Alison?” I asked as I kicked off my shoes and walked to the couch, sitting on the far end from Julia.

Julia flopped into the oversize recliner and rolled her eyes. “No. Heather, Alison, and Brit. Apparently, she’s coming tonight.”

“You don’t like her?” I asked.

Julia folded her arms. “She’s fine. Whatever. But did we really need to invite someone else into the Trio now? Especially some new girl we don’t even know?”

“Who asked her to come?”

“Alison,” Julia said. “And Heather was like, ‘That’s totally cool.’”

“It’s just for one back-to-school casual thing,” I said. “She’s not going to invite her into the Trio.”

Before Julia could respond, the door opened and Heather, Alison, and Brit walked inside. All three girls were laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Julia asked in a flat voice.

“Omigod,” Alison said, taking a deep breath. “Brit just told us the funniest story about her cute neighbor at home.”

“Hey, guys,” Brit said to Julia and me.

“Hi,” I said back.

Julia’s arms seemed to tighten across her chest. Heather, Alison, and Brit put the snacks and drinks they were carrying on the table. They had a spread of cheese, crackers, and pepperoni and then more casual snacks like Fritos and chips and salsa.

“Brit, sit wherever you want,” Heather said.

“Cool, thanks.”

Brit sat beside me on the couch. She glanced around the Trio’s suite. “This place is awesome. I love it!”

“We got lucky to get a suite,” Alison said, taking the other recliner. “We wouldn’t be the Trio if we were split up again like last year.”

Julia let out a barely audible huff. “We’re not the Trio right now. It’s like we’re letting anyone in these days.”

Heather put a glass on the table with more force than necessary and glared at Julia. “You need to chill.”

Julia’s face reddened.

Brit shifted on the couch. “If this was a private party and I’m crashing, I’ll totally go,” she said.

“Don’t be silly,” Heather said. She sat next to Brit on the couch. “We invited you. There’s no problem.” The last sentence was directed at Julia.

“Okay,” Brit said. She smiled at Heather. Julia managed to pull her mouth into a half smile that looked more like a snarl. Heather turned on the TV and started the movie. We all began snacking and watching the new comedy. The movie was a good release from the pressure of Canterwood on a Monday and soon we were all laughing—even Julia. As I watched the movie with the Trio and Brit, I couldn’t help but think how right this felt and how much I wanted to be here.

An hour and a half later, I stretched as the credits rolled. I had orange Cheetos dust on my fingers, and I tried to scrub it off with a napkin.

“Thanks for having me over,” I said. “It was fun. Definitely the perfect way to end a Monday.”

“It so was,” Brit said. She got up off the couch and started gathering plastic cups and paper plates. “Thanks, for inviting me too. Everyone’s been so welcoming.”

“Sit with us at lunch tomorrow,” Heather said.

“That’d be great,” Brit said. She grinned at Heather as she followed Alison into the kitchenette to throw away our trash.

“We need to keep her close,” Heather said, her voice low so Brit and Alison didn’t hear.

“Why?” Julia hissed. “She’s a new girl. So what?”

Heather shot Julia a look that made the blond girl shrink into her recliner. “Because A: We want her in our group. And B: I’m never wrong. We’ll discuss this later.”

Brit and Alison walked back to us, and Heather flashed a smile at the new girl. “It was fun hanging out.” Heather looked at Brit and me. “See you later.”

Brit and I put on our shoes and waved good-bye. We walked down the hallway, and Brit, looking at me, grinned. “That was fun. I really like them.”

“Yeah,” I said. “We had a rocky start, but they’re all cool girls.”

“Oooh,” Brit said. “Sounds like a story for another night.”

I laughed. “Deal. We can go to the Sweet Shoppe sometime and chat.”

“This is my room,” Brit said, pointing to a door that had yet to be decorated.

“Isn’t that one of the doubles?” I asked.

Brit nodded and pulled keys out of her pocket. There was a sparkly “B” keychain with rhinestones. “I transferred so late that there wasn’t space for me to move in with someone else. So, I got a double to myself until I get a roommate.”

“That’s so awesome to have your own space,” I said. “It’s probably nice to have time to yourself while you’re still adjusting to things.”

Brit played with her keys. “It is, but I like being around other people. I’m kind of hoping that someone transfers soon.” She smiled.

“Sure,” I said. “I get that side of it too. I’ve got to get back to my room, but see you in class.”

Brit and I went our separate ways, and as I walked back to my dorm, I couldn’t stop thinking about how interesting she was and how Julia had such a strong reaction to her. She seriously couldn’t think Brit was a threat to her spot in the Trio or that Heather would ever add another girl to their clique. No matter how friendly I became with all or any of them, I’d always be on the outside. And that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing—I wasn’t sure, even if they’d asked, if being part of their group was what I wanted. Right now, hanging out with them was fun. Heather had been great support over the past couple of weeks.

But I also missed Paige, and I was ready to chill with her for a while.