Private 10 - Suspicion (4 page)

"Not even Upton?" he asked, his voice tight.

"He says he does, but ..." I looked out at the water. "I think he doesn't want to believe that someone he knows could do that."

"That sucks," Sawyer said. He stopped, turned toward the ocean, and pulled his arm back. With a flick of his wrist he sent the shell flying. It made the tiniest splash out on the water. Then he stood there and stared after it for a long moment, his expression brooding. "After everything you've been through the past couple of years ... it must just suck when people don't have your back."

My skin prickled and I looked down at my bare toes. I hadn't told Sawyer anything about my . . . history. "I guess people are talking about me, huh?" Sawyer sighed. "You've been a major topic the last couple of days." He glanced at me quickly as he stooped for another shell to throw. "Sorry."

"No. It's okay," I said, even as my heart squeezed. I hooked my thumbs into the back pockets of my shorts and drew a wide arc in the sand with my toe. It instantly disappeared, sucked away by the salty water. "Bad things just kind of.. . happen to me," I said. "Sometimes I think there's this big gray cloud following me around. I want it to go away already." Sawyer nodded. He threw the shell, then drew a long line with his own toe. It disappeared, too. "I feel like that sometimes." He looked up, across the water at the horizon, and tucked his hands under his arms. "I guess you've heard that my sister died a few months ago."

"I did. I'm so sorry," I said, my heart going out to him. Noelle had told me about the Hathaways' loss earlier in the week. "What happened?" As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I heard the presumptuousness of them and wanted to take them back. "I mean, unless you don't want to talk about it. I completely understand if--"

"No. It's fine. I brought it up," Sawyer said flatly. "She killed herself, actually." My hand covered my heart as I gasped. "What? Why?"

Sawyer looked at me for the first time. "That's the thing. I have no idea," he said, adjusting his arms over his chest, gripping himself even tighter. "She didn't even leave a note." My hand was over my mouth now. "Omigod, Sawyer. I'm so sorry. That's gotta be so .. ."

"Yeah. It is," he said, nodding again and looking at the ground. "It's the worst part.. . the not knowing."

"God, I know how that feels," I breathed.

Sawyer looked at me. I could feel him wanting to ask what I meant, but unlike me, he knew how to hold his tongue.

"My boyfriend Thomas . . . I'm sure you heard ... He was killed last year," I said.

"Ariana," Sawyer said.

I froze at the unexpected uttering of her name. For a moment I'd spaced on the fact that she was part of the St. Barths crew. That Sawyer had actually known her.

"Yeah. But before we knew that he was dead, he just went missing. And those few days when I had no idea where he was or why he'd gone or if he was hurt or dead or just avoiding me . . . those were the worst few days ever. Not knowing something that huge is unbearable."

"But you beared it . . . bore it . . . whatever," Sawyer said with a quick laugh. There was a pang of sorrow in my chest. I had never thought about it that way before. At the time I'd thought there was no way I would ever get through those days. But I had. And I had come out the other side.

"Yeah. I guess I did," I replied with a slight smile.

"My dad always says, 'What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger,'" Sawyer said confidently. Suddenly his whole demeanor changed. He rolled his shoulders back and his chest lifted, as if just saying those words pumped him up from the inside.

"I like that," I said. "If it's true, I should be about as strong as the Hulk by now." Sawyer laughed and I grinned. I had made the brooding boy laugh. Gome.

"Listen, there's something I want to tell you. Graham said not to, but I think you should know," Sawyer said.

My heart skipped a foreboding beat. "What is it?"

"That night on the boat, Kiran and Taylor realized you and Upton were gone and they started joking around about it. You know, stupid immature crap about where you were ... what you were doing...," he said, avoiding eye contact.

I blushed and looked away.

"But then all of a sudden, Paige grabbed Daniel and pulled him off the craps table and they were all whispering and stuff and then they just disappeared," Sawyer continued, his words tumbling over one another. "They didn't come back until right before Upton and Poppy did."

I swallowed a huge lump in my throat. So Upton had been with Poppy while I was getting almost-killed. What the hell was it with those two?

Focus, Reed. So not the point here.

"So you think... I mean, do you think that Paige or Daniel could've been the one who pushed me?" I asked, my voice quavering.

"I don't know," Sawyer replied firmly. "That's all I saw. And five minutes later Upton realized you hadn't come back to the party and we all started searching the boat. Including Paige and Daniel."

I nodded, my heart slamming against my rib cage. I'd never liked the Ryan twins. Never trusted them. Now it seemed like I had a good reason.

"Should I not have told you?" Sawyer asked, his eyes full of worry.

"No. I mean, yes. It's fine," I said. "It's good to know." For a long moment, I just let this information sink in. I stared out at the water and felt a wall of fear rising up inside my chest. A coupleof nights ago I had been out there somewhere, alone and scared and freezing. I had almost died in that ocean. I had always suspected that Poppy might be behind the horse-riding incident and the Jet Ski thing. She was irate that Upton had dumped her and seemed a bit off in general--she'd even disappeared for a couple days without telling anyone. But perhaps I was wrong about her. Was it possible the Ryans were to blame?

"You wanna head back?" Sawyer asked.

I looked up the beach at Noelle. She was watching us from behind her big black sunglasses, keeping an eye on me as promised. I wanted to run over there and tell her what Sawyer had just told me, but I hesitated. What if she said I was crazy? What if she took Paige's side? I so didn't want to deal with being talked down to again. Part of me wanted to stick close to her, simply because I always felt safe when Noelle was around, but I felt safe here, too. If anything, I felt more comfortable with Sawyer than I did with pretty much anyone else on the island. Not only did he believe my story, but he was actually trying to help me. Going against this stupid "since zygotes" St. Barths cult and telling me the truth.

Besides, not everyone had been through the sorts of losses we had been through. Not Upton, certainly. He thought he was so worldly, but nothing bad had ever happened to the guy. If I was living under a dark cloud, he was basking in the sun. It made him lucky, yes, but when it came down to it, it also made him kind of naive.

What I really needed right then was to be around someone who understood.

"Let's walk a little farther," I said.

"You sure?" Sawyer asked, concerned. "You must be tired."

"I think exercise is probably good for me," I told him, turning my back on Noelle and starting down the beach again. "But let's talk about something else."

"Something nontragic?" Sawyer said with a smirk.

"Nontragic would be perfect," I replied.

"Nothing's going to happen to you in a crowded restaurant," Noelle said as we got out of her BMW, which she'd just parked in front of Shutters, the St. Barths crew's favorite hangout. She handed her keys to the valet and walked around the front of the car. Waiting for us under the colorful awning was a whole host of familiar faces. Dash McCafferty, Noelle's maybe-onagain boyfriend, all polo-shirt preppy and blond, stood between Kiran Hayes and Taylor Bell, all of them watching me with a mixture of encouragement and pity. Kiran was wearing a red sundress, her long dark hair tied back in a loose French braid, while Taylor wore a cute madras dress, her blond curls still wet from the shower or the ocean. Upton was talking to Tiffany Goulbourne, gesturing hugely as he told some story that had her laughing. Sawyer, meanwhile, was standing next to Amberly Carmichael, watching me as she chatted his ear off.

"We're all going to get a big table in the middle of the patio," Noelle said, hooking her arm through mine. "You know you can trust these guys at least, right? " I cast a suspicious look at Amberly. She blushed as she noticed her bra strap showing under the boat neck of her light blue dress and she quickly tucked it away.

"Yeah. I guess." I said. But I'd be keeping my eye on the freshman, just in case. If there was one thing I'd learned over the past year, it was that sometimes the most innocent-looking people, the people you never considered, were the most evil people you'd ever encounter. And I already knew Amberly wasn't as sweet as she appeared on the outside. But Noelle was family friends with her, and she was officially in Billings, the dorm I'd be moving back into when we got home, so it appeared I was stuck with her.

"Hi, Reed! How are you feeling!?" Amberly gushed as we approached. She didn't care about me. She just wanted to feel like she was part of the drama.

"Fine," I said, striding right past her.

I might be stuck with her, but that didn't mean I had to be nice. Taylor, Kiran, and Tiffany rushed over to greet me with hugs and cheek kisses and questions and concerns. Everyone was talking at once, and suddenly I felt completely overwhelmed.

"Come on, people. This isn't a press conference," Noelle said, tugging on my arm. "I'm sure they have our table waiting."

Everyone immediately backed off. Noellewas, as always, in charge. I shot her a grateful look as we walked through the interior lounge area of the restaurant. We were about to hit the outside patio and seating area when Upton fell into step with me.

"You looklovely," he said, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Relaxed."

"Thanks," I replied.

He slipped his hand into mine and entwined our fingers together. Part of me wanted to resist, but his expression was so hopeful, I let him hold on to me. We could talk about our issues later. For now, it felt nice to have his warm fingers clutching mine. Noelle let Upton and me walk ahead while she fell back to walk with Dash. I glanced over my shoulder at them and saw him brush her fingers with his. Noelle pulled her hand away but blushed as she suddenly became very interested in Kiran's new shoes.

Things were finally getting back to normal.

We walked through the open double doors and out onto the patio en masse. The maitre d'

grabbed a stack of menus and started toward a large round table right at the center of the patio. The slatted roof overhead allowed the sun to pour in over the white linen tablecloth, and all the silverware and glassware gleamed. The scents of Caribbean barbecue filled my senses, and my stomach growled audibly. Once again, I had to concede: Noelle had had a good idea.

Maybe I should just let her run my life from now on.

Upton pulled out a chair for me and I was about to sit when I heard a familiar, cloying laugh. Poppy's laugh. I stood up straight and whirled around. Poppy, Paige, and Sienna were all seated at a small table near the corner, framed by gorgeous tropical flowers bursting from the planters all along the edge of the patio. Sitting there in their designer sundresses, their tan skin gleaming, their heads thrown back in laughter, they would have appeared to any normal person the perfect picture of privileged youth. All I saw was an evil triad of death. As soon as they saw me, they started to whisper to one another behind their hands. What were they doing? Plotting their next attack?

I shoved the chair aside, stepped around a stunned Upton, and walked over to their table. Their laughing mouths snapped shut as I approached. Paige Ryan looked at me as if I was some kind of straggly half-drowned cat that had just washed up on the beach. She tossed her wavy auburn hair back from her face as she reached for her water goblet.

"Oh. It's you," she said, taking a sip as she looked away.

"Which one of you did it?" I spat, hovering over them. "Which one of you shoved me off that boat?"

The diners at the nearby tables fell silent. Someone's fork clattered to the wooden floor. Sienna's jaw dropped and all three of them exchanged an appalled look.

"Excuse me?" Sienna said in her thick Spanish accent.

'You could have killed me!" I shouted, gripping the back of the one empty chair at the table. Piled on it were their colorful Tod's beach bags. I felt Upton walkup behindme, butl didn'tturn. I was too focused. "Do you think you're so untouchable? Do you think you can try to murder someone and there won't be any consequences? Which one of you did it? At least have the guts to look me in the eye and tell me!"

Sienna simply stared at me as if she was concerned for my mental well-being. Poppy scoffed and looked away. Paige raised her eyebrows, tilted her head, and took another sip of water. The entire patio was so quiet I could practically hear the ice melting in the glasses at the next table. All of my friends were still standing around our table, staring, clearly unsure of what to do.

"Wow, Upton. You definitely have interesting taste in girls," Paige said, earning a laugh from the other two.

"You know what I think?" Poppy said in her crisp British accent, leaning forward with her elbows on the table. "I don't think you were pushed. I believe you jumped. I believe this whole thing is just a cry for attention. So perhaps you should stop accusing people of something that didn't even happen."

The fingers on my right hand curled into a tight fist. I was so angry my vision actually went hazy. She was going to accuse me of making a play for attention? The girl who had disappeared off the island for days, neglected to return hundreds of phone calls from her friends and family, and let everyone think she was dead?

Upton's hand fell on my shoulder. "Reed, perhaps we should just-"

"No!" I blurted, shrugging him off me. "I can't believe you're saying I made this up," I said to Poppy. "Who the hell do you thinkyou are?"

She rolled her eyes and took a bite of her salad.

"Reed," Upton said.

"No! I just want to know. I just want to know who tried to kill me."