The shock on Brooke's face was golden. She took another sip of her 352 calorie PinkBerry smoothie and tried to seem uninterested. I hid the smile on my face as she asked her next question.
"Um, d-do you know what it said?"
I faked a sombre look. Of course I did! Doesn't mean Ms. Queen Bee has to know she can find out from some freshman or something. I giggled a little and Brooke's look of confusion brought me back to reality.
"No, I really don't. It's so sad. I know you and her had history and stuff," I said, the last part lowered to a whisper in case someone important heard and thought Brooke was weird or something. I mean, yeah, she was the most popular girl in school, a title she deserved, but if anyone heard that she was friends with some freak who killed herself, then well, she might as well go hang out with Druggies now.
Brooke ducked her head down and whispered to me.
"Look, don't tell anyone that I was friends with her."
I smiled to her sweetly, thinking about how I was going to spread that without it being traced back to me. It would be nice to have Ms. Got-It-All feel the scorn of her peers for once.
"Of course not, Brooke. I'm so sorry for your loss." I put my hand on her arm during the last part. She shook me off and got a bitchy look on her face.
"It's not my loss. We weren't even friends. We haven't talked since 8th grade and she was a freak anyway." She said in a fierce tone.
Even I was shocked at her pissy attitude. She just insulted someone who was dead. Someone who would be alive if she hadn't been such a bitch to her. Well, according to the note anyway.
"Whatever, Brooke." I said resignedly. The bell began to ring and the entire homeroom began to get up to go to first period. I stood, fixed my skirt and started to walk away when Brooke grabbed my arm.
"It's not my loss, Marianne."
I gave her a soft smile and walked out of the classroom, already thinking about what, who and when to say the secret that would ruin Brooke's rep for all the time she stays at Alton Prep Academy.