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In libris libertas
“You know, everyone calls you ‘nice,’” she said slowly, expression drawn and thoughtful. “But that’s not the word. You’re good. So good you have no idea how good you are.” She laughed—once—a sad, resigned sort of sound. “And you’re real. You’re the only one of us who isn’t acting all the time, who isn’t just playing whatever part Gwendolyn gave you three years ago.” Her eyes found mine again, the echo of that laugh lingering around her mouth. “I’m as bad as the rest of them. Treat a girl like a whore and she’ll learn to act like one.” Her shoulders inched up, barely a shrug. “But that’s not how you treat me. And that’s all I wanted.”
“Yes.” Alexander speared a sausage on the end of his fork, a little violently. “Just considering starting our own leper colony down at the Castle.”
“They do stare, don’t they?” Colin said, glancing around as if he’d just noticed the wide berth everyone was giving our table.
“Voyeuristic little shits,” Alexander said, and bit the sausage in half, teeth snapping down like a guillotine. “What brings you into exile with the rest of us?”
The spell of isolation broke when Colin appeared at the edge of our table, one hand alighting (unnoticed by everyone but me) on the back of Alexander’s chair.
“Oh my God,” I said, shaking my head. Alexander let the breath he was holding burst out, chuckled softly. “When did we become such terrible people?”
“Maybe we’ve always been terrible.” He shrugged and watched the white cloud of his laughter shimmer and fade. His good humor seemed to vanish with it, and when he spoke again his voice was brittle. “Or maybe we learned from Richard,” he said.
That scared me more than Colborne did.
“If I tell you, you have to swear to keep your mouth shut.”
“Why?”
“Because, unlike you,” he said, loftily, “I don’t kiss and make sure the whole school knows about it.”
Half curious and half annoyed, I said, “Who were you with, jackass?”
He turned away from me, with a smug little smile on his mouth. “Colin.”
“Colin? I didn’t think he liked guys.”
Alexander’s smile broadened just enough to show his sharp canine teeth. “Neither did he.”