Page 107 of I'm Gonna Get You Back
Her sigh is heavy as I get up gingerly, favoring my knee as much as possible, and follow Principal West to the side of the stage where the other Legacies are huddled together, waiting to be introduced and paraded around all over again. Amaya and Josh are deep in conversation with Delaney hovering, trying to make it seem like she’s not listening to them.
“I’m going to annihilate whoever is trying to get me to lose my scholarship,” he says to Amaya.
When he catches us all looking at him he grimaces.
“It’s not fucking true,” Josh says so defensively it seems like it probably is. “And if my dad or anyone on the board hears about this account, we’re all fucked.”
Delaney and I exchange a glance. We haven’t really spoken since she and Clara cleared the air yesterday, but we have bigger issues. Josh is right. We’ve been lucky so far that no one official has found these posts.
I twist my watch around my wrist, trying to puzzle out who could be behind it all over again. Everyone seems likely in their own way. It doesn’t make sense that it would be a Legacy doing this and risking their scholarship along with the rest of ours, but at the same time, the people going for Legacy are cutthroat for their own reasons.
I watch Amaya closely, more convinced that Clara’s theory about her is right even if she didn’t reveal anything outright in her interview. She’s on her phone all the time, even now, saying she’s talking to her friends back in New York. But all weekend she’s hung back, acted nervous—almost as if anticipating something.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when Logan hands me a mic and instructs me on the timing for my impending speech.
“They got you working this weekend, too?” I ask, surprised.
Logan shrugs, his tone bland. “Plight of being the go-to AV guy. Hank is useless. They have me running the banquet tonight, too. But I’m used to it since I never got to sit in the audience for any event in high school, either.”
It’s the way he says it that something clicks. He’s thego-toAV guy. ForeveryWoodhurst event. Every show, every performance.
Everyassembly.
“Not once?” I prod. “Not even the Legacy assembly?”
He seems distracted, trying to untangle the mic cords. “Nope,worked that one, too. At least it meant I didn’t have to see my parents’ faces when my name wasn’t called.”
If he worked the projector at the assembly, that means he had something to do with showing the video.
As if he can read my mind he says, “Before you even ask, I had no idea that video of Clara was on the flash drive Josh gave me. I just hit Play.”
I go cold all over.
“Joshgave you?”
“He brought it to me right before the assembly started and said that it had the video on it that I was supposed to play.”
That lyingmotherfucker.
The feedback from the mic shrieks through the speakers the moment it hits the ground. Ignoring the pain in my knee, the voice in my head, the terms of Legacy, I charge over to Josh and slap his shoulder to spin him around.
“What the fu—”
With as much force as I dare, I crunch my fist against his nose.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTREIDNOW
@haikuforyou
Given the chance to
Remind them of who we are
I would show them all
THE FIGHT IS UTTERchaos.
For the first few seconds I have the advantage and whale on Josh, holding nothing back. Every time I ever wanted to hit him comes surging through my fists. When he tripped me at state, when he talked down to Clara, every time he opens his fucking mouth.
