One Night That Changes Everything

Chapter Two

"What the hell is this?" I start waving around the paper around, flapping it back and forth in the air, not unlike the way a crazy person might do.

"What the hell is what?" Samantha asks. She drops her boobs, crosses the room in two strides, and plucks the paper out of my hand. She scans it, then looks at Emily.

"Oh," she says. Emily jumps up off her perch at my desk and takes the paper from Samantha. She reads it, and the Emily and Samantha exchange a look. One of those looks you never, ever want to see your best friends exchanging. One of those, "Uh-oh, we have a secret and do we really want to tell her?" looks.

"What?" I demand. I narrow my eyes at the both of them. "What do you two know about this?"

Samantha bites her lip. "Wel-l-l-l," she says. "I'm not sure if it's true."

"Not sure is what's sure?" I say.

"It's nothing," Emily says. She gives Samantha another look, one that says, "Let's not tell her, we're going to freak her out too much."

"Totally," Samantha says. "It's nothing."

"Someone," I say, "had better tell me exactly what this nothing is," I put my hands on my hips and try to look menacing.

"I heard it from Samantha," Emily says, sounding nervous.

"I heard it from Chelsea Myers," Samantha says.

"HEARD WHAT?" I almost scream. I mean honestly.

"Wel-l-l-l," Samantha says again. "The rumor is that Justin didn't get into Brown because of what you wrote about him on Lame High School Boys."

"But that's...that doesn't make any sense." I frown, and Samantha and Emily exchange another disconcerting look.

Lame High School Boys is a website that mu older sister, Amy started last year when she was a senior. The concept is simple: Every guy in our school is listed and has a profile. Kind of like Facebook, except Amy set up profiles for every guy- so basically they're on there, whether they like it or not. Under each guy's picture is a place for people to leave comments with information they may have about that guy and how he is when it comes to girls.

So, like, for example- if you date a guy and then you find out he has a girlfriend that goes to another school, you can log on, find his profile, and write " You should be careful about this guy since he has a girlfriend who goes to another school."

It's pretty genius when you think about it. Amy got the idea when a bunch of the boys at school started this ranking the hottest girls in school. Only it wasn't just like "the top eight hottest girls" or whatever. They ranked the very last one. Amy, who was number one on the list was outraged. So she decided to fight back and started Lame High School Boy. Even though she's at college now, she keeps up with the hosting and has a bunch of girls from our school acting as moderators. (I would totally be a moderator if I could, but again, another thing I'm afraid of - the moderators take a certain amount of abuse at school from the guys who know about what they do.)

"What do you mean he didn't get into Brown because of what I wrote about him?" I ask now, mulling this new information over in my head.

"He didn't get into Brown because of what you wrote about him," Samantha repeats.

"I heard the first time," I say. "But that makes zero sense."

"It totally makes sense," Emily says. "Apparently the Brown recruiter Googled him, and when they read what you wrote about his math test, they brought it up at his interview and basically told him his early decision application was getting rejected."