Only If You’re Lucky
: Chapter 45

It’s our first week back at Rutledge and nothing feels the same. Nothing has felt the same since Halloween, really, that cursed night that cast a spell over everything.

I close my eyes, massage my temples, my bed cold and hard as the image of Lucy and Levi replays in my mind for the millionth time. I had hoped things would feel different once we got back, the clean slate of Christmas break wiping the bad away, but instead, from the second Lucy and I stepped through the front door together, everything just felt different, strange, like we somehow wandered into the wrong house.

Despite the week we had together, my best efforts to shrug it away, I don’t know what to think about seeing the two of them together like that, my mind oscillating between the only two explanations so often I’m finding myself caught somewhere in the middle, suspended. Stuck. I honestly don’t know which one I’m more afraid of: the idea of Lucy actually falling for Levi the same way Eliza did, watching him pluck another one of my friends out from under me and holding her tight in his palm before crushing her in his grip, or the concept of Lucy playing us all in another of her games.

I think about that very first night on this very bed, telling stories about Levi and who he is. The wheels turning in her eyes like she was starting to form an idea, a plan. Leaning into him at Penny Lanes and whispering that question like she already knew the answer.

Sloane and me in her bedroom, the two of us huddled beneath the sheets in the dark.

“That’s what Lucy does. She dangles.”

Maybe that’s what this is all about: Lucy dangling her power, her knowledge, peppering Levi with questions about Eliza like pushing on a bruise with building pressure. Ripping the legs off a spider, one by one. Seeing how long she can go until he screams. What is her endgame, though? What is her goal? Like Sloane had said: Lucy is calculated, cunning. She’s singling Levi out for a reason and I need to know what that reason is. It almost feels like she’s testing us both, Levi and me, pulling our strings and making us dance. Worming her way into my thoughts every night like a parasite gnawing its way through my brain, making me feverish and sick.

Forcing me to think things, feel things, I never thought I would.

“Margot.”

I open my eyes to see Sloane standing in my doorframe, her expression grim enough to make me sit up quick. She looks truly worried for the first time since I’ve known her: not bored like she usually is, mildly detached like she’s simply scrutinizing the rest of us for her pleasure alone, but visibly alarmed. Maybe even afraid.

“It’s gotten worse,” she says.

“What has?”

“Nicole.”

She scurries into my room and shuts the door behind her, dropping her voice even though, as far as I know, we’re the only people in the house. Lucy’s been working a shift all day and Nicole is next door, talking to Trevor. It’s the first time she’s willingly gone over there since I can remember, which struck me as progress until I realized the pledge party is tonight. The first Saturday of the new semester.

“Margot, this is serious,” Sloane says. “She looks really bad.”

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“Skeletal.”

I chew on my lip, thinking. There was barely any time between Nicole getting home from Thanksgiving and leaving again for Christmas, so none of us said anything about her rapidly withering figure. And what would we even say? She’s refusing to tell us what’s wrong, why something seemed to flip in her psyche the second she woke up the morning after Halloween. All we have to work with are flashes of that night, none of which feel very concrete thanks to the chemical concoction that had been coursing through our bloodstreams: Nicole lost in that party for hours, Lucas grumbling about her getting too drunk. Me finding her on the bathroom floor, limp and confused and mottled in bruises.

Levi on our property, skulking around.

“This is all Lucy’s fault,” Sloane mutters, immediately snapping me out of it.

“How could it be Lucy’s fault?” I ask. “I was with her the whole night.”

“She’s the one who set her up with Trevor,” Sloane says. “She practically forced them together last year even though I told her it was a bad match.”

“They’re not a bad match,” I say, even though it sounds hollow the second I say it.

“Margot, come on,” she says, shooting me a look. “They’re awful together and you know it.”

I think about all the moments I’ve witnessed between them, Nicole and Trevor, subtle little things that always bothered me; elusive discomforts I could never quite place. It was in the way he looked at her, more lust than love, transforming into something else entirely any time he had a few drinks: animal, almost predatory, like he wanted her just for the sake of owning something. A sick pride in draining the life out of a living thing just to mount it on a wall. And then there was the time he interrupted her at Penny Lanes, telling us their secrets. The look on his face, like he was reveling in her shame. Flirting with me when she wasn’t around and stalking around the yard on Halloween, shirt ripped off and that rapacious grin.

The glimmer in his eye that made me take a step back.

“Why did Lucy want them together so bad?”

“It was never Trevor,” Sloane says. “It was this fucking house.”

“The house?”

“Lucy wanted to live here. Trevor was going to be president.”

Sloane arches her eyebrows and I finally understand: Nicole dating Trevor was a means to an end. Lucy wanted the house, and the only way to get it was to get in with Trevor. She had practically admitted it to me that first day of Thanksgiving break when the two of us were trudging through the grass together, making our way out to the shed. Her fear over them breaking up and it going to someone else instead.

“If this is all because of that fight with Trevor, then why doesn’t Nicole just break up with him?” I ask. “I mean, the house is fine, the rent’s cheap, but we can live somewhere else next year—”

“She isn’t going to break up with him, Margot. She’s too nice. Don’t you get it?”

The way Sloane looks at me sends a wave of discomfort through my chest. She’s right: Nicole is too nice. She always has been, ever since that very first day when she tried to pry me out of my shell, her smile cutting through the pressure like a warm wet blade. She’s always the one smoothing things over, keeping the peace. That’s probably what she’s doing right now next door: alleviating any lingering tension before we’re all marooned on an island together without our own house to run to. Without any way to escape.

“Lucy picked her for a reason,” Sloane continues, leaning forward, and I can feel it now, radiating, some massive admission coming so close to barreling right out of her. The force of it something she can no longer contain. “I’ve been telling you that from the start.”

I think back to the two of us outside the shed; the way she stopped, seemed to think hard about something before turning my way, asking that question: “Are you sure you want to do this?” The way she had called me vanilla, malleable. A blank slate. The very thing Lucy wanted like she had picked me specifically, casting me to play some kind of role for her. A preordained purpose I still don’t understand.

“When you’re friends with Lucy, she makes you feel special,” she had said, that ache in her face like she hadn’t yet decided if that was good or bad. “Like she chose you for a reason.”

I had stopped questioning what my reason was, but I never even thought about the fact that Sloane and Nicole might have reasons, too.

“What do you know?” I ask, a chill creeping up my spine. “What do you know that you haven’t told me?”

She hesitates, glancing over her shoulder again before leaning closer on my bed.

“Lucy didn’t live in Hines last year,” she says at last, and I notice the way she’s ripping at her fingers now; pulling a loose nail so hard it bleeds.

“What do you mean? Of course she did. She was there all the time—”

“No, she didn’t,” she says, shaking her head. “Margot, you need to listen to me. Everything you think you know about Lucy … none of it is true.”

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