her cell phone. All through the conversation with Adrienne, Liz's mind had been spinning. Now she was having trouble breathing.
Is it really true? she wondered.
She perched on the edge of her bed, elbows on her knees, head in her hands. She kept hearing Adrienne's voice repeating the terrible sentence: "He's selling drugs."
"No!" Liz stood and paced the room. She refused to believe it. Sure, Parker got high now and then, but to actu- ally be selling the stuff? That would make him really low.
But still . . . She sat down hard on her desk chair. It explained so much. The constant phone calls, the disap- pearing acts, the erratic behavior.
She felt herself grow cold as Adrienne's revelation about Parker made more and more sense. Now that she thought about it, it had been totally obvious from day one. No wonder Cameron thought she and Adrienne were
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naive little girls. All the signs were right there, but she had been too starry-eyed to see them.
She smacked herself on the forehead. "I am such an idiot! How could I have not seen it?"
"Liz?"
Liz froze at her mother's knock on her door.
"I can hear you talking," her mom said."Tell whoever you're on the phone with good night and get ready for bed."
"O-okay, Mom," Liz said, hoping her voice didn't betray her emotional state.There was no way she could talk to her mom about this. She'd forbid me to ever see Parker again.
But isn't that exactly what I should do? Liz thought. How can I keep going out with him knowing this?
She stretched out on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She knew there'd be no way she'd be getting any sleep tonight.
The next day Liz covered the dark circles under her eyes the best she could and then forced herself through the heavy scarlet door of the Pheasant-Berkeley School for Girls.
Liz assumed the day would be complete hell. Cameron had probably already spread it around that Liz was such an unsophisticated twerp, she didn't even know her own boyfriend was dealing.
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As Liz walked through the halls, she tried to put a brave face on, smiling at friends and acquaintances and holding her head high as she passed a knowing-looking Cameron and a smug Isabelle Schuyler.
"Have a nice night, Liz?" Cameron cooed. "Learn anything new?"
"Only to mind my own business, Cameron," she said. She turned to walk away.
"But did you hear the news?" Cameron asked, her voice ripe with suggestion.
Liz knew she should just keep walking, but she turned anyway. "You seem to have a lot of information for other people, Cameron."
"I know!" Cameron said. "I'm like CNN--Cameron News Network! I should talk to Parker about putting me on TV. Oh wait, Parker's a little busy with his own ventures right now, isn't he, Liz?"
Isabelle giggled.
Well, there's my answer right there, Liz thought. Everyone knows, and they've been laughing behind my back all this time!
"But the real breaking story on the Cameron News Network has nothing to do with you and Parker," Cameron said."Have you noticed that Mimi isn't in school today?"
"Do I really care, Cameron?" Liz asked, desperate to get away.
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"Look at this." Cameron thrust a newspaper at Liz. "Can you believe it?"
Liz glanced down at the paper. It was Page Six of the New York Post. Liz skimmed the gossip column filled with boldfaced names until she reached a section carefully circled in pink ink:
CROWNED AIRHEAD ROLLS AT LIBRARY
It seems that Debutante of the Year Princess Mimi
von Fallschirm has suffered a serious social setback.
An anonymous call to the New York Public Library
has alerted trustees to the fact that the new chair of
the exclusive "Young Lions" benefit can barely write,
let alone read the books on the library's shelves.
Sources at the NYPL reveal the board is seeking a
more literate "Lioness" to head this season's benefit.
Hey, Mimi! How about