45

IT’S RAINING AGAIN. I’D HAD the thought that I might take Kitty and Jamie to the park after school,
but that’s out now. Instead I sit in bed and curl my hair and watch the rain shoot down like silver
pellets. Weather to match my mood, I suppose.
In the midst of our breakup, I forgot about the game. Well, now I’m remembering all too well. I
will win. I will take her out. She can’t have Peter and win the game. It’s too unfair. And I will think
of some perfect wish, some perfect something to take from her. If only I knew what to wish for!
I need help. I call Chris, and she doesn’t pick up. I’m about to call again, but at the last second I
text John:

Will you help me take out Genevieve?

It takes a few minutes for him to write back.

It would be my honor.

John settles into the couch and leans forward, looking at me intently. “All right, so how do you want
to do this? Do you want to flush her out? Go black ops on her?”
I set down a glass of sweet tea in front of him. Sitting next to him, I say, “I think we have to run
surveillance on her first. I don’t even know what her schedule is like.” And... if in winning this
game, I find out her big secret, well, that would be a nice bonus.
“I like where your head is at,” John says, tipping his head back and drinking his tea.
“I know where they keep the emergency key. Chris and I had to pick up a vacuum cleaner from her
house once. What if... what if I try to get under her skin? Like I could leave a note on her pillow that
says I’m watching you. That would really creep her out.”
John nearly chokes on his iced tea. “Wait, what would that even get you?”
“I don’t know. You’re the expert at this!”
“Expert? How am I an expert? If I was really any good, I’d still be in the game.”
“There’s no way you could have known I’d be at Belleview,” I point out. “That was just your bad
luck.”
“We have a lot of coincidences. Belleview. You being at Model UN that day.”
I look down at my hands. “That... wasn’t a total coincidence. It actually wasn’t a coincidence at
all. I went there looking for you. I wanted to see how you turned out. I knew you’d be in Model UN. I
remembered how much you liked it in middle school.”
“The only reason I joined was so I could work on my public speaking. For my stutter.” He stops.
“Wait. Did you say you went there for me? To see how I turned out?”
“Yeah. I... I always wondered.”
John’s not saying anything; he’s just staring at me. He sets down his glass abruptly. Then he picks
it back up and puts a coaster under it. “You haven’t said what happened with you and Kavinsky that