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Fair this afternoon. Now, I’ll just have to give you the bare-bones basics about who’s social suicide to talk to.”
    I think Camille may have noticed my wide eyes—social suicide? Just from talking to someone? She put her hand on my knee.
    â€œI know, I know, it sounds completely ridiculous even to say it out loud, but I’ll just throw it all out there so you won’t say I didn’t warn you. This is Thoney, after all.”
    I nodded. It certainly was. Had I been stupid to think that I’d be busy enough keeping track of my new locker combination and what room my Frenchclass was in? Obviously there would be a social protocol to follow here, just like there had been at Miss Mallards, and even at Stuy.
    I took a covert swig of my latte and squeezed Camille’s hand for her to go on.
    â€œOkay,” she whispered, “the obvious first person to steer clear of …”
    Just then, from across the room, I felt a pair of icy green eyes settle on mine.
Kennedy
. I knew I was bound to see her today, but whatever Camille was saying washed right over my head as Kennedy flipped her wavy black hair from side to side. How could she make such an innocent gesture look so deadly? How long had she been staring at me? And who was that bombshell sitting next to her with the similarly bitchy look on her face?
    â€œHold up,” I asked Camille. “Who’s the satanic model over there?”
    Camille followed my eyes. “Oh, Kennedy’s friend? That’s Willa Rubenstein. One word: rhinoplasty. Four additional words: Don’t mess with her. Her father owns the Rubenstein Fund, and she’s not afraid to play the daddy trump card in a pinch.”
    Just then Willa’s blond hair spun around, and she looked down her perfect nose at us. She pressed a finger dramatically to her lips and narrowed her blueeyes with an exaggerated shushing sound.
    Suddenly I felt the whole room turn to stare at me. There was a rustling and a murmuring and even the headmistress looked up from her rule book.
    â€œI trust there’s no problem, girls, so early in the semester. Am I correct?”
    I bit my pinky nail. It sounded less like a question and more like an icy command.
    â€œNo problem, Headmistress Winters,” answered a sing-songy chorus of voices. Well, at least there seemed to be one front that the Thoney girls were united on.
    Camille shrugged and rolled her eyes at me conspiratorially. I wanted to roll mine back, but I felt Kennedy still staring me down. I tried to avoid looking back, but her glare was like a magnet. Just before the bell rang to dismiss the assembly, we locked eyes once more and Kennedy’s arched eyebrows and snarky wink could only mean one thing.
    What happened in Nevis wasn’t going to stay in Nevis. I was on her territory now … and this was war.

Chapter 4
    Wherefore art Thou, Brain?
    â€œOkay, take these stairs to the third floor and hang a left,” Camille was saying minutes later in the hallway as she sketched a rough map on the back of her Dean & Deluca napkin. “Avoid the temptation to write on the Welcome Back Wall”—she drew an X over its location in the east wing—“it’s controlled by the Student Senate, and who cares about them? And
never
use the bathroom at the end of the hall.”
    â€œCouldn’t agree more,” Amory said with a shudder. “Jenna Davidson used to Nair her mustache in there last year, and let’s just say the scent has lingered.”
    I laughed, remembering how poor Jenna had had that mustache problem since the fourth grade at Miss Mallards. It was cool how quickly I was bonding with Camille’s friends—but it also made me a little nervous to realize that as soon as Camille was done with hernapkin mapmaking, she and Amory would scoot off to gym together, and I’d be left to roam the halls on the way to first period English all by myself.
    Camille put the finishing