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shushed them to listen to a fight taking place inside Ali’s house, Jason had stormed out moments later,
upset
about something. When Ali came out to talk to them, she still seemed worried, nervously peeking over
her shoulder toward the house. If she’d had issues with Jason, wouldn’t she have been relieved that he
was
gone?
This morning, Spencer had said she wanted to steal Ali’s flag because she thought Ali had cheated her
way
to winning. Maybe Jason felt guilty about cheating too. Maybe he’d told Ali to keep quiet that he’d told
her
where he’d hidden his piece, and had gotten annoyed when he heard Ali bragging about it to everyone
in
the courtyard.
Aria crouched next to the shoe box, her body tingling. It had been so long since she’d looked at Ali’s
piece of
the Time Capsule flag, she’d nearly forgotten what Ali had drawn on it. The lid bent as she pulled it off. A
cloud of dust dispersed into the air.
“Aria?” Byron’s voice floated from downstairs. “Come down for Meredith’s shower!”
Aria paused. The very edge of the shiny blue flag poked out from underneath a bunch of old papers. “I’m
coming,” she called, a little relieved she’d been interrupted.
Meredith, Byron, a bunch of scruffy men Aria recognized as Byron’s colleagues at Hollis, and a few
twentysomething
girls in yoga pants or paint-spattered jeans were milling around in the living room. A French
press coffeemaker, bottles of wine and sparkling water, and a large plate of cucumber-hummus
sandwiches
sat on the table, and there was a big pile of gifts next to the sofa. Then someone to Aria’s left coughed.
Mike
was sitting in the corner of the sectional, a pretty brunette by his side. Aria blinked, temporarily
speechless.