Mostly, the Charlottes of the world looked at Emma like she was some kind of foster-girl freak.
Charlotte sipped from her own cup of coffee and looked around the lawn. “What a mess,” she murmured.
Then her green eyes widened. Emma followed her gaze and saw Madeline stepping from her SUV. She straightened to her full height as she walked through a mob of gaping students.
“Mads!” Charlotte called, waving.
Madeline turned her head and froze at the sight of Charlotte and Emma. For a split second, Emma thought she was going to spin and run in the opposite direction. But then she strode toward them with all of her ball et-dancer grace and settled next to Charlotte on the bench.
Charlotte squeezed her hand. “How are you doing?”
“How do you think?” Madeline snapped. She was impeccably dressed in a tight-fitting cashmere sweater and navy shorts ironed within an inch of their life, but her alabaster skin looked even paler than usual. Then Emma noticed a pair of Chanel sunglasses propped on top of her head. They were new shades, even though Emma and Madeline had picked out a vintage pair last week, a very un- Sutton move. Had Mads deliberately chosen not to wear the sunglasses today to show she was pissed at Emma, or was Emma reading too much into things?
“Thayer’s arraignment hearing was this morning,” Madeline explained, looking at Charlotte but not at Emma.
“His bail is set at fifteen thousand dollars. My mom won’t stop crying. She’s begging my dad to pay his bail, but he refuses—he says he’s not going to waste his money bailing Thayer out because he’s just going to bolt again. I’d bail him out myself, but where am I going to get fifteen grand?” Charlotte draped an arm around Madeline and squeezed her shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Mads.”
“At the hearing he just sat there, staring at us.” Madeline’s lower lip trembled. “It’s like he’s become this complete stranger. He has a tattoo he won’t explain, and that crazy limp. He’ll never be able to play soccer again. It was his biggest love—the thing he was best at—and now his future is ruined.”
Emma reached out her hand to rest it on Madeline’s.
“That’s awful.”
Madeline tensed her shoulders and pulled away.
“Worst of all, Thayer won’t tell us where he was all this time.”
“At least you know where he is now, and that he’s safe,” Emma offered.
Madeline whipped around and stared at her. Her blue eyes were puffy, and her mouth was a straight line. “What was he doing in your bedroom?” she asked bluntly.
Emma flinched. Charlotte fidgeted with a heart-shaped keychain that hung on her leather Coach purse, avoiding eye contact with both of them.
“I already told you I don’t know,” Emma stammered, feeling her stomach muscles bunch up into a tight knot.
“Did you know he was coming to your house that night?” Madeline’s eyes narrowed.
Emma shook her head. “I had no idea. I swear.” Madeline raised an eyebrow like she wanted to believe her, but couldn’t. “Come on, Sutton. You knew when he was going to take off. You’ve been talking to him while he was gone, right? You knew where he was all along.”
“Mads,” Charlotte said. “Sutton wouldn’t—”
“Mads, if I had known where he was or was communicating with him, I would have told you,” Emma interrupted. She could only guess at the truth of this. Yes, she hadn’t been talking to Thayer. But had Sutton?
I had the sinking suspicion that Emma was right, even if I didn’t want it to be possible that I could have kept that from Mads. I had hurt so many people and kept so many secrets. If only I could remember what they were.
Madeline chipped a fleck of gold nail polish from her index finger. “I know what was going on with you guys before he left.”
A sharp, bitter taste filled Emma’s mouth. She breathed in to speak, but couldn’t find the words. What was she supposed to say? Maybe you could fill me in?
Just then a shril bell blared across the courtyard.
Charlotte shot up. “We should go.”
But Madeline just sat there, glaring.
Charlotte rested a hand gently on the sleeve of Madeline’s sweater. “The last thing we need is your dad getting a phone call about you being late to class.” Finally, Madeline sighed and slung her bag over her shoulder. Charlotte murmured something about seeing Emma at lunch, then looped her arm through Madeline’s and guided her toward their first class. Even though Emma’s class was in the same direction, she got the distinct impression that she wasn’t invited.
A hand clamped down on Emma’s shoulder, and she flinched. When she turned, Ethan smiled sheepishly behind her. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said. “I just wanted to know if you’re okay.”
Emma reached out for Ethan’s hand, then pulled back.
Her eyes swept furtively around the yard. A couple of drama kids were rehearsing a scene near the parking lot. There was a small line for coffee at the kiosk just inside the school doors. No one was looking at them, but she still felt paranoid. Ethan wasn’t part of Sutton’s clique, nor did he want to be.
She sighed. “I’ve only been here for ten minutes and already it’s been a long day,” she moaned. “And from the way Madeline’s acting, something was definitely going on between Sutton and Thayer before he skipped town.” Ethan nodded. “Sounds like Sutton was playing Garrett, then.”
“I guess,” Emma said. She didn’t want to assume her sister was cheating, but it was really looking like she had been.