Xavier was still watching her carefully, so Aria struggled not to gasp. Someone had sent her a picture of Aria and Xavier at the art exhibit on Sunday. They were leaning close together, Xavier’s lips almost grazing Aria’s ear. The next photo opened immediately afterward, this one of Aria and Xavier at this very table at Rabbit Rabbit. Xavier was covering his drawing with his hands, and Aria was leaning across the table, poking him teasingly, trying to get him to show it off. The camera had managed to capture a split second where it looked as if they were happily holding hands. Both photos painted a pretty convincing picture.

  And the second one had been taken just seconds ago. Her heart in her throat, she glared around the restaurant. There was Mike, still chatting animatedly outside. Her mom was just coming out of the bathroom. The man she had drawn was in the middle of a coughing fit.

  Her phone buzzed one last time. With trembling hands, Aria opened her new text. It was a poem.

  Artists like ménages á trois,

  Mommy just might too.

  But if you ferme la bouche about me,

  I’ll do the same for you.

  —A

  The cell phone slipped from Aria’s fingers. She stood up abruptly, practically upending her water glass.

  “I have to go,” she blurted out, snatching Xavier’s drawing from the table and stuffing it into her bag.

  “What? Why?” Xavier looked confused.

  “Just…because.” She pulled her coat tight around her, and pointed at the cookie on the corn on the cob–shaped plate. “It’s yours. Good job.” Then she whirled around, nearly colliding with a waitress carrying a big tray of tofu stir-fries. Copycat A or not, the photos proved one thing: The farther she stayed away from her mom and her new relationship, the better.

  13 STRANGE CHEMISTRY ON CHEMISTRY HILL

  At the same time on Wednesday, just as the moon rose over the trees and the big Hollis parking lot floodlights snapped on, Emily stood at the top of Chemistry Hill, holding a donut-shaped snow tube in her mittened hand. “You sure you want to race me?” she teased Isaac, who was holding his own snow tube. “I’m the fastest sledder in all of Rosewood.”

  “Says who?” Isaac’s eyes sparkled. “You’ve never raced me before.”

  Emily grabbed the snow tube’s purple handles. “The first one to that big tree at the bottom wins. Ready…set…”

  “Go!” Isaac preempted her, jumping on his snow tube and whizzing down the hill.

  “Hey!” Emily yelled, belly flopping on her own tube. She bent her knees, picking up her boots so they wouldn’t drag on the ground, and angled her tube toward the steepest part of the hill. Unfortunately, Isaac was steering his tube in that direction too. Emily approached him at a hurtling speed, and they collided in the middle of the hill, rolling off their sleds into the soft snow.

  Isaac’s snow tube continued down the hill without him, heading straight into the woods. “Hey!” he cried, pointing to the tube as it drifted past the tree they’d designated as the finish line. “Technically, I won!”

  “You cheated,” Emily grumbled good-naturedly. “My brother used to start races before me too. It drove me crazy.”

  “Does that mean I drive you crazy too?” Isaac smiled impishly.

  Emily stared down at her red fleece mittens. “I don’t know,” she said in a quieter voice. “Maybe.”

  Color began to rise to her already pink cheeks. The moment Emily had pulled into the chemistry building parking lot and seen Isaac standing next to his truck with two sleds in his hands, her heart had started pounding wildly. Isaac looked even cuter all dressed up for playing in the snow than he did in his emo-rock T-shirt and jeans. His navy wool hat was pulled low on his forehead, smushing his hair over his ears and making his eyes look extra blue. Both his mittens had reindeer knitted on the palms. He’d sheepishly admitted his mom made him a new pair every year. And there was something about how his scarf was looped twice around his neck, covering every inch of skin, that made him seem both cuddly and vulnerable.

  Emily wanted to think the zingy, snappy feelings inside her were merely excitement over making a new friend…or maybe side effects of acute hypothermia, as the little thermometer inside her mom’s Volvo said it was only nineteen degrees out. But really, she had no idea what was going on with her emotions.

  “I haven’t been here in ages.” Emily broke the silence, gazing at the brick chemistry building at the bottom of the hill. “My brother and sister found this place. They’re in college now, in California. I don’t understand how they could’ve gone somewhere where it never snows.”

  “You’re lucky to have brothers and sisters,” Isaac admitted. “I’m an only child.”

  “I used to wish I was an only child.” Emily groaned. “There were always way too people at my house. And I never got new clothes—only hand-me-downs.”

  “Nah, being an only child is lonely,” Isaac said. “When I was little, my family lived in a neighborhood where there weren’t many other kids nearby, so I had to entertain myself. I used to go on these walks all alone, pretending I was an explorer. I’d narrate what I did to myself. Now the Great Isaac forges a mighty stream. Now the Great Isaac discovers a mountain. I’m sure anyone who heard me thought I was crazy.”

  “The Great Isaac, huh?” Emily giggled, finding it unbelievably cute. “Well, siblings can be overrated. I’m not that close with my brothers and sisters. We’ve actually had some major issues recently.”

  Isaac propped himself up on one elbow, facing her. “Why?”

  The snow was beginning to seep through Emily’s jeans and long underwear to her skin. She was referring to how her family had reacted to the news that she liked Maya. Not only had Carolyn freaked, but Jake and Beth had taken her off their e-mail joke lists for a while.

  “Oh, just normal family stuff,” she finally said. “Nothing that interesting.”

  Isaac nodded, then stood up and announced he’d better go down and rescue his snow tube from the woods before it got too dark. Emily watched him tromp down the hill, an uneasy, gnawing feeling coursing through her. Why hadn’t she just told Isaac the truth about who she was? Why did it seem so…difficult?

  Then, her eyes moved to the empty chemistry building parking lot. A car was making a wide circle around the parking spaces, coming to a stop under a spotlight at the bottom of Hollis Hill, not that far from where she and Isaac had crashed. Rosewood PD was printed on the car’s side. Emily squinted, recognizing the driver’s familiar brown hair. It was Officer Wilden.

  Wilden’s forehead was creased with worry, and he was barking something into his phone. Emily watched for a moment. Back when she was younger, she and Carolyn used to haul the portable kitchen TV into their bedroom and watch late-night horror movies at ultra-low volume. Emily’s lipreading was rusty, but she was pretty sure she’d just caught Wilden telling whoever was on the phone to “just stay away.”

  Emily’s heart knocked in her chest. Just stay away? At that very moment, Wilden noticed Emily on the hill. He widened his eyes. After a second, he gave her a tight nod and then looked down sharply.

  Emily shifted uncomfortably, wondering if Wilden had come here to get a little privacy to deal with something personal. It was silly to think that his entire life revolved around the Ali case.

  When her phone, which was tucked into a little zippered pocket in her parka, began to ring, Emily let out a yelp. She pulled it out of her pocket, her body electrified. Aria’s name flashed on the caller ID. “Hey,” Emily sighed, relieved. “What’s up?”

  “Have you gotten any more weird texts?” Aria demanded.

  As Emily shifted her weight, the snow beneath her crunched. She watched Isaac disappear into the thick pine forest, in search of his snow tube. “No…”

  “Well, I did. Just now. Whoever it is took a picture of me, Emily. Tonight. The person writing these notes knows where we are and what we’re doing.”

  A gust of wind knifed across Emily’s face, bringing tears to her eyes. “Are you sure?”

  “I called Wilden at the station twenty minutes ago,” Aria went on, “but he said he was going into an important meeting there and couldn’t talk.”

  “Wait.” Emily rubbed her numb jaw, confused. “Wilden isn’t at the station. I just saw him a second ago.” She gazed back down the hill. The spot where Wilden’s car had been was now empty. The knot in her belly tightened. Wilden must have told Aria he’d be driving around, not going into a meeting. She’d probably just heard him wrong.

  “Where are you anyway?” Aria asked.

  Isaac emerged from the woods with his tube. He looked up at her and waved. Emily swallowed hard, her heart pounding. “I have to go,” she said abruptly. “I’ll call you back.”

  “Wait!” Aria sounded worried. “But I haven’t—”

  Emily snapped her phone closed, cutting Aria off. Isaac raised the snow tube over his head, triumphant. “The Great Isaac had to wrestle this back from a bear!” he yelled. Emily forced a giggle, trying to settle down. There had to be a logical explanation for Aria’s text. It couldn’t be anything serious.

  Isaac plopped down on his sled and examined her carefully. “So we never decided what my prize is for winning the race down the hill.”

  Emily sniffed, allowing herself to relax into the moment. “How about the title of World’s Biggest Cheater? Or a snowball, right in the face?”

  “Or how about this?” Isaac asked. Before she knew it, Isaac was leaning in to her, kissing her softly on the lips. When he pulled away, Emily put her hands to her mouth. She tasted the wintergreen Tic Tac Isaac had been sucking on, and her lips tingled, as if they’d just been stung.

  Isaac’s eyes widened, registering Emily’s expression. “Was that…okay?”

  Emily smiled goofily. “Yeah,” she said slowly. And as soon as the words left her lips, she knew that somehow, it was okay.

  Isaac grinned as he took her mittened hand in his. Emily’s head spun like it had just been on a few rounds of a carnival Tilt-a-Whirl ride.

  Suddenly, her phone chirped again. “Sorry. My friend just called,” she explained, reaching for it. “It’s probably her calling back.” She turned slightly away and looked at the screen: One new text message.

  Emily’s heart leapt to her throat. She looked around the vast, dark hill, but she and Isaac were the only people there. Slowly, she opened the text.

  Hi, Em! Doesn’t the Bible say good Christian boys shouldn’t kiss girls like you? So WWAD—What Would A Do? I won’t confess your sins if you don’t confess mine. XX,

  - A

  14 VIVA LA HANNA!

  A little later that Wednesday evening, Hanna hovered in the entrance of Rive Gauche, the King James Mall’s French bistro, balling up her fists and releasing them. Serge Gains-bourg lilted out of the carefully hidden speakers, and the air smelled like steak frites, melted goat cheese, and Dior J’Adore. If Hanna shut her eyes, she could almost imagine it was last winter and Mona was at her side. Nothing had gone wrong yet—Ali’s body hadn’t turned up in that awful hole, there was no garish scar on her chin, no creepy Ian out on temporary bail, no new fake A notes. Hanna and Mona were still BFFs, checking out their reflections in the antique mirrors that hung over the booths and ogling the newest copies of Elle and Us Weekly.

  She’d come to Rive Gauche since Mona, of course—Lucas worked here on the weekends, and he always slipped Hanna free Diet Cokes with the teensiest splash of rum. But it wasn’t Lucas standing next to her tonight either. It was…Kate.

  Kate looked good—fabulous, even. Her chestnut hair was held back by a black silk headband. She wore a vermilion empire-waist dress with a pair of dark brown Loeffler Randall boots. Hanna was wearing her favorite black patent leather Marc Jacobs heels, a fuchsia cashmere cowl-neck, skinny jeans, and her favorite ultra-red Nars lipstick. Together, they looked a gazillion times better than Naomi and Riley, who were huddled like ugly garden gnomes at Hanna’s rightful table.

  Hanna glowered. Naomi’s super-short hair and stumpy neck made her look like a turtle. Riley’s ratlike nose twitched as she wiped her nonexistent lips with a napkin.

  Kate glanced at Hanna, registering what was happening. “They’re not your frenemies anymore, remember?” she said out of the corner of her mouth.

  Hanna let out a sigh. In theory, she backed Kate’s if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em plan. But in reality…

  Kate faced Hanna. She was three inches taller than Hanna, so she had to look down at her when she talked. “We need them as friends,” Kate said calmly. “Strength in numbers.”

  “It’s just—”

  “Do you even know why you hate them?” Kate snapped.

  Hanna shrugged. She hated them because they were bitchy…and because Ali had hated them. Only, Ali had never explained the odious thing Naomi and Riley had done that had made her drop them cold. And it wasn’t like Hanna could’ve asked Naomi and Riley about what they’d done. Ali made Hanna and the others promise never to speak to Naomi and Riley, ever.

  “Come on.” Kate put her hands on her hips. “Let’s do this.”

  Hanna groaned, glowering at her soon-to-be stepsister. There was a tiny indication of a blemish at the corner of Kate’s lip. Hanna wasn’t sure if it was just a pimple…or something else. She’d been obsessing over the puzzling secret Kate had alluded to yesterday at breakfast—that she’d slept with a guy, but it had led to a complication. Herpes was certainly a complication, wasn’t it? And didn’t herpes lead to cold sores?

  “Fine, let’s go,” Hanna snarled. Kate smiled, grabbed her hand again, and proceeded toward Naomi and Riley’s table. The girls noticed them, waving at Kate but looking at Hanna suspiciously. Kate marched right up to the banquette and plopped down on the plushy red seat. “How are you guys!” she squealed, giving them air kisses.

  Naomi and Riley fawned over Kate for a few moments, admiring her dress, bracelet, and boots, pushing their uneaten fries in her direction. Then Naomi glanced at Hanna, who had remained standing by the dessert cart. “What’s she doing here?” she said in a low voice.

  Kate pushed a fry into her mouth. She was, Hanna had observed, the kind of girl who could super-size everything and not gain an ounce. Bitch. “Hanna’s here because she has something to say to you guys,” Kate announced.

  Riley raised an arched eyebrow. “She does?”

  Kate nodded, folding her hands. “She wants to apologize for all the mean things she’s done to you over the years.”

  What? Hanna was too stunned to speak. Kate had said they should be nice, not sell out. Why should she apologize to Naomi and Riley? They’d done just as much to Hanna over the years as Hanna had done to them.

  Kate continued. “She wants to start fresh with you guys. She told me she didn’t even know why you were fighting in the first place.”

  Hanna shot Kate a look that could have frozen molten lava. But Kate didn’t flinch. Trust me, her expression said. This will work.

  Hanna faced forward, running her hand through her hair. “Fine,” she mumbled, lowering her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

  “Good!” Kate crowed. She faced the others encouragingly. “So, truce?”

  Naomi and Riley glanced at each other, then smiled. “Truce!” Naomi exclaimed loudly, making the diners at the next table look over in annoyance. “Mona screwed us over, too. She acted all BFF and then dumped us after your car accident. For no reason at all!”

  “Well, now we know the reason,” Riley corrected, raising a finger. “She wanted to ditch us to get back on your good side so, like, no one would suspect that she hit you with her car.”

  “God.” Riley pressed her palm to her chest. “So evil.”

  Hanna winced. Did they really need to get into all that right now?

  “Anyway, we feel so awful for what you had to go through, Hanna,” Naomi simpered. “And we’re sorry, too, about our fight. So truce, definitely!” She jiggled up and down excitedly.

  “Great!” Kate cried. She nudged Hanna, and Hanna mustered a smile too.

  “So sit, Hanna!” Naomi said. Hanna sat cautiously, feeling like a Chihuahua who had walked into a testy Rottweiler’s yard. This seemed way too easy.

  “We were just looking at the new Teen Vogue,” Riley announced, shoving a dog-eared magazine toward them. “There’s that benefit this weekend, after all. We have to beat all those ugly bitches to the best dresses.”

  Hanna raised a suspicious eyebrow, noticing the date on the Teen Vogue cover. “I thought this issue didn’t come out for another few weeks.”

  Riley took a sip of her seltzer and cranberry juice. “My cousin works there. This is just a mock-up, but the issue’s already been put to bed. She sends me early issues all the time. Sometimes she even sends me local sample-sale invites, stuff the public never gets invited to.”

  Kate’s blue eyes were saucers. “Nice.”

  Riley leafed through a few pages of the magazine and pointed at a flirty black cocktail dress. “Omigod, this would look so beautiful on you, Hanna.”

  “Who makes that?” Hanna leaned forward curiously.

  “And this would look awesome with your eyes, Kate.” Naomi pointed at a robin’s egg blue sheath by BCBG. “Prada makes these gorgeous satin shoes in the exact same color. Have you been to the Prada store yet? It’s just over there.” She pointed.

  Kate shook her head. Naomi clapped her hand over her mouth, mock horrified.

  Kate giggled and then glanced down at the magazine again. “I bet we’re supposed to bring dates to this benefit, right?” she said, touching the glossy pages. “I don’t even know any guys here.”

  “You have nothing to worry about.” Naomi rolled her eyes. “Every guy in school has been talking about you.”

  Riley flipped a page. “And Hanna, you already have a date.”