“Uh, no,” Krista said with a scoff. “Please.”
“Not that she doesn’t want to,” Lauren sang, pushing her legs out straight.
“Lauren!” Bea kicked Lauren’s shin with her toe.
“What?” Lauren was wide-eyed. “I’m just saying! Rory should know. If you have a thing for Tristan, it’s better to know. Trust me.”
I blinked. Did Lauren have a thing for Tristan, too?
“What do you mean? Wait, is that why she’s always lurking around and glaring at me?”
“She’s been lurking?” Krista blurted out.
Bea sighed loudly and raised her eyes to the stars. “I don’t know about the lurking, but Lauren’s talking about the Jessica Rule.”
“What’s the Jessica Rule?” I asked.
Someone let out a loud whoop, and when we looked over, Kevin had disappeared from sight. We waited a couple of minutes until we heard him whoop again, his voice echoing up from the depths.
“Are you losers doing this or what?” Joaquin shouted to us.
“Keep your pants on!” Bea shouted back.
He laughed, then pulled off his shirt before diving over the edge.
“What’s the Jessica Rule?” I repeated.
“Basically, the deal is this,” Lauren began, tucking her glossy dark hair behind her ears. “Jessica was this Lifer who got here way before the three of us did, and apparently Tristan fell for her. Like, big-time fell. We’re talking running barefoot through the fields, swearing undying devotion under the stars, epic kind of romance.”
I squirmed, my toes curling inside my sneakers. “And?”
Lauren’s eyes sparkled with mischief in a way that made me think of my sister and her friends back home. They got that exact same look on their face when they had good dirt. She leaned toward me conspiratorially.
“And then she—”
“Broke up with him,” Bea interrupted curtly. Lauren whipped around to glare at her. “She broke up with him, broke his heart, and he vowed to never get into a relationship with another Lifer. Which is what Nadia found out when she tried to get together with him upon her arrival. What was it? Thirty years ago now?”
“Why not?” I asked. “I mean, why not ever get into another relationship? People break up all the time.”
Krista took a breath. “Because she—”
Suddenly I was blinded by a flash of light. We all turned around at the sound of a gunned engine. A black sports car with a huge firebird painted on its hood came flying up the hill out of nowhere and skidded to a stop, spraying dirt and pebbles all over the place. Pete clambered out from behind the wheel and jogged over to the jumping point, leaving the engine running and the radio and lights on. He peeled a white tank top off over his head.
“Woo-hoo!” he shouted. And then he flipped off the edge.
Yep. Crazy people. I was living among a bunch of crazy people. I was just turning back to the conversation when the passenger-side door opened, and Nadia stepped out. She looked right at me with a cocky expression, slammed the door, and sauntered over. Her Mohawk was spikier this evening, and she wore thick black eyeliner that made her dark eyes look huge.
“What’re you girls doing?” she said teasingly, pushing her hands into the pockets of her black vinyl jacket. “Getting a knitting circle going?”
They were the first words I’d actually heard her speak. Bea, Lauren, and Krista all turned to look at me.
“What?” Nadia said, looking down her nose at me.
I pushed myself up to my feet, my insides shivering and sliding. Nadia eyed me with interest.
“Do you have a problem with me?” I demanded. Bea, Lauren, and Krista all stood up around us, forming a circle.
She lifted a shoulder. “I have a few, actually,” she spat, looking me up and down like I was dirt.