“Me neither,” I said, slowly shaking my head. My mind was utterly blown by the revelation.
Erin frowned and twisted her hands in her lap. “It just doesn’t make any sense. I mean, RXorcist is a total genius. So if it’s really Bobbi, I’d expect to see her name high up in the senior class ranking. But I’ve never seen it anywhere,” she said. “I check it regularly, too, so I can make sure I haven’t slipped out of the top ten.”
“Maybe you just didn’t notice her name because you were so focused on finding your own.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so. Bobbi’s name would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb in the top ten because of her reputation.”
“Her reputation for being a complete dumbass, you mean?”
“Yeah. I don’t think her name even shows up in the top fifty.”
“Let’s check.” I turned back to my laptop, opened a web browser, and navigated to the CPA student portal. A link to the senior class ranking lay on the left side of the homepage. I clicked on it and scanned the top ten. “You’re right. No Bobbi.”
“Hate to say I told you so, but…” Erin raised her eyebrows and trailed off, letting the words linger in the air.
I slowly scrolled down the page.
“I don’t see her anywhere in the top fifty, either,” I said, frowning. “It doesn’t make sense. Does she purposely fail all her classes to push down her GPA so no one guesses how smart she is? If so, why?”
“Let me try something.” Erin leaned over the keyboard. She pressed ‘Ctrl+F’ and typed Bobbi’s name into the little search bar that popped up on the screen.
She hit enter. A dialog box instantly popped up.No search results.
“Wait, what?” My brows shot up. “Her name isn’t in the list at all?”
“Apparently not.”
“Try her surname by itself. Bobbi is probably short for something else.”
Erin typed ‘Kesinovic’ into the search bar and hit enter. Once again, there were zero results.
“So… there’s two hundred and three seniors at CPA, but Bobbi isn’t one of them?” I said, forehead wrinkling with confusion.
“Seems that way,” Erin said. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, shaking her head. “I just don’t get it. How is this possible?”
“I have no idea. Bobbi is definitely an enrolled student here, and she’s definitely in the same grade as us too.”
“Are you sure about that?” Erin cocked her head slightly to one side. “What if it’s like that old movie? You know, where the journalist goes back to high school and pretends to be a student.”
I shrugged. “Never seen it. But there’s no way Bobbi is secretly a reporter.”
“It would explain the RXorcist thing, though. She could be working on some sort of exposé about CPA students and cyberbullying. The Dirt app could be a big part of it.”
“I think that’s a bit farfetched,” I replied. “Besides, Bobbi has been here since freshman year. There’s no way a reporter would spend four whole years pretending to be a student just to write an article about how bitchy other students can be.”
Erin’s shoulders slumped. “You’re right,” she said. “I just don’t get why her name isn’t showing up in the class list.”
“Maybe she enrolled under a fake name.”
“Would CPA let that happen?” she asked, brows knitting.
“Possibly,” I said, nodding slowly. “I think some schools allow it for the children of celebrities and politicians to protect them from the media or anyone who might want to hurt them.”
“Bobbi’s family isn’t important, though.” Erin shook her head and cleared her throat. “Sorry, that sounded horrible. I just meant her family wouldn’t be considered important enough by those standards. They aren’t royalty or politicians, and they aren’t famous for anything either.”
“It’s okay, I knew what you meant,” I said. I leaned back in my seat and rubbed my jaw. “Let’s check all her socials. She might have family members linked on there. We could get in touch with one of them and ask about her.”
“Good idea.”