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Forgiven. Now do you forgive me? I really, really, really wish I could tell you what I meant, but it’s not my secret to tell and it affects a lot of other people. Just know that there aren’t any important secrets between us and there never will be. Love and kisses, Phoebe After clicking send I stare at my inbox, wondering whether I want to open the third message. It’s from Griffin. Curiosity gets the better of me. To: lostphoebe@theacademy.gr From: gblake@theacademy.gr Subject: If I could do it over . . . . . . I wouldn’t treat you so badly. I’m sorry. Today wasn’t about the bet. Give me another chance. G Just like him: brief, cryptic, and full of crap. I’m tempted to delete the message—he certainly has no place taking up bytes in my mailbox—but can’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I make a folder named “Liars” and move his message there. For the first time since running out of the tunnel this morning I actually smile. All this introspection time today makes me realize that I have to 194
stay focused on my goal. I can’t let USC out of my sights for even a second. No matter what Mom, Damian, Griffin, or anybody else on this stupid island thinks or does, I have to get that B average, stay on the cross-country team, and count down the days until I go back to California. I don’t want to be away from Cesca and Nola any longer than absolutely necessary. I’ve only been gone a few weeks and look what a mess my life has become. No, from now on I’m single-focus-Phoebe. Nothing can deter me. “Mom, I’ve made my decision,” I say when I find her in Damian’s office, scanning wedding websites. “I’m going to USC and that’s final.” She turns away from the computer, a surprisingly neutral look on her face. I expect her to yell and scream and ground me until I’m twenty-five. Instead, she smiles and says, “If you’ve considered this carefully as I asked, then I support your decision.” Wow. Where did that trust in my decision-making abilities come from? What happened to nothing but dictates and unilateral decisions? I’m not going to question my good fortune. Who knows when the rug will be pulled out from under me. “Yes, I have,” I explain. “I don’t fit in here and I am only making things difficult and uncomfortable for myself and everyone else.” She steeples her hands over Damian’s desk. Uh-oh, therapist mode. 195
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Forgiven.<br />
Now do you forgive me? I really, really, really wish I could<br />
tell you what I meant, but it’s not my secret to tell and it<br />
affects a lot of other people. Just know that there aren’t any<br />
important secrets between us and there never will be.<br />
Love and kisses,<br />
Phoebe<br />
After clicking send I stare at my inbox, wondering whether I<br />
want to open the third message. It’s from Griffin.<br />
Curiosity gets the better of me.<br />
To: lostphoebe@theacademy.gr<br />
From: gblake@theacademy.gr<br />
Subject: If I could do it over . . .<br />
. . . I wouldn’t treat you so badly.<br />
I’m sorry.<br />
Today wasn’t about the bet.<br />
Give me another chance.<br />
G<br />
Just like him: brief, cryptic, and full of crap.<br />
I’m tempted to delete the message—he certainly has no place taking<br />
up bytes in my mailbox—but can’t bring myself to do it. Instead,<br />
I make a folder named “Liars” and move his message there.<br />
For the first time since running out of the tunnel this morning<br />
I actually smile.<br />
All this introspection time today makes me realize that I have to<br />
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