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      this Greek tragedy nonsense, she would deal with whatever came

      her way.

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      Chapter Five

      The next week at school was nothing short of torture. On

      Monday, Helen tried to stay away from the Delos family,

      but every effort she made to avoid contact seemed to lead

      her right to them. She went to school early to try to beat

      them there, only to see them pull up behind her in the

      black Hum-Scalade she had seen at the market. She rushed to lock

      up her bike and get her bags together, but her rush only put her in

      stride with Jason and Hector. Slowing down to let them get ahead

      of her, put her next to Lucas who was helping his little sister get

      her cello out of the back. Helen took a flustered step forward, then

      went back toward her bike to stand and wait there as long as it took

      for them to go inside and get out of her way.

      Later that day, she got permission to eat lunch outside, only to

      find Cassandra was already out on the patio practicing the fingering

      without using her bow on her cello. When she saw Cassandra,

      Helen pulled up short. As she turned to go back inside, she

      smacked into Ariadne. The contact made Helen’s skin prickle so

      tight that her pores hurt, and although she tried to be gracious and

      smile apologetically, Ariadne’s hands balled into fists around her

      violin case. Helen stumbled to get away from her, both of them

      mumbling apologies.

      “Cass and I got an outdoor pass to practice. We’ll be out here

      during lunch for the next few days,” Ariadne explained quickly,

      avoiding eye contact as she moved away from Helen.

      “Thank you,” Helen managed to push out between her clenched

      teeth. She went back to the cafeteria to intercept Claire.

      “Aren’t we going to eat outside?” Claire asked, still moving toward

      the exit. She spotted Ariadne and Cassandra out there and

      then turned back toHelen with an incredulous look on her face.

      “Seriously? It’s not like we have to sit at the same table as them.”

      “I know. I just don’t want to be anywhere near them,” Helen said

      defensively as she fiddled with the clasp on her lunch box. Claire

      rolled her eyes.

      “Hey,” Matt said, catching up to them. “I thought we were going

      out on the patio. There’re still plenty of tables . . .” His voice trailed

      off when he saw the Delos girls. Matt had just enough willpower to

      stifle a whistle at Ariadne’s glorious cleavage—pretty impressive

      since Ariadne was wearing a tank top and bending over at that particular

      moment. Helen knew she was ruining Matt’s eye candy and

      Claire’s sunshine, but she just couldn’t eat outside.

      “You guys go out. It’s fine,” Helen said as she abruptly left them

      and headed toward the cafeteria.

      “Lennie! What the hell?” Claire called after her in frustration.

      “Could you please get your head out of your ass?”

      Claire’s voice carried right around the corner with Helen. The

      word ass seemed to echo in the air as she found herself facing

      Hector and Jason at their lockers. They were talking with Gretchen

      and Amy Heart, a senior girl on the cheerleading squad, both of

      whom were flirting their brains out. Gretchen and Amy looked at

      each other and then turned in unison to stare at Helen as though

      she was something they had just found in a hankie. The Furies

      started to whisper. Helen took a deep breath and tried to block

      them out.

      “Hi, Helen,” Hector said with a bright voice and eerily blank eyes.

      His body leaned ever so slightly forward in her direction, as if he

      couldn’t stop himself from trying to reach out and grab her. Jason

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      playfully smacked his brother on the chest with far more force than

      normal people like Amy and Gretchen could guess at.

      “Rude?” Jason reminded Hector.

      “Just saying hi to Helen. Hi, Helen. Helen Hamilton, hi. Get out

      to ’Sconset lately?” he jeered.

      “No, she hasn’t,” Lucas said from behind her. Helen spun around

      and glared at him. “And I would know,” he said so quietly there

      was no way normals could hear it. But Helen could.

      All of a sudden she felt like she’d had enough intimidation for

      one day. Goaded on by the Furies, she took a tiny step toward Lucas.

      She saw him inhale sharply, and understood in a flash that Lucas

      had probably spent just as much time trying to scrub away her

      scent after their little tumble in his front yard as she had spent trying

      to scrub away his. The thought made her so happy she almost

      laughed.

      “Tell Noel the olive oil she sent was the best I’ve ever tasted,”

      Helen said with a wicked little smile. She saw Lucas’s eyes snap

      open a little wider with fear, and she knew she had guessed right.

      There was something different about his mother. “Anytime she

      wants to try my bruschetta she’s more than welcome to stop by.”

      Lucas made a move toward Helen, but Jason was suddenly at

      Helen’s elbow, pushing her gently to the side as he forcibly pulled

      Lucas tothe lockers. Helen took the opportunity to be on her way,

      but she couldn’t resist one final jab before she left.

      “Tell your aunt I said hi,” Helen breathed through bared teeth as

      she passed Hector, mimicking his menacing tone perfectly.

      She didn’t stop to wait for a response. As she sauntered down the

      hall she could feel all three Delos boys staring holes in her back,

      but it didn’t make her the least bit nervous. She was so pleased

      with herself that she even forgot to slouch.

      Tuesday wasn’t much better, but at least Helen had stopped trying

      to alter her schedule to avoid the Delos kids. Instead, they were

      altering their schedules in order to avoid her . . . so, of course, she

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      was running into them all day long. It seemed like every time she

      turned down a hallway she bumped into one of them.

      To make matters worse, her friends were starting to get annoyed

      with her. Claire thought Helen was being a spineless wuss. Matt

      got all sullen and huffy every time Helen flinched because she and

      Lucas had made eye contact.

      On Wednesday, the Delos clan changed tactics. First thing in the

      morning, Helen went to her locker and found Jason waiting for her

      there, leaning up against the wall like he’d been put there to decorate

      the place. Jason had the kind of body that was built to lounge,

      very catlike, as if he was capable of stretching out and taking a nap

      at any given moment. He was more gracefully built than his cousin

      or his brother and when he stood next to them he seemed small,

      but in the same way a panther is small when compared to a lion or

      a bull. To Helen, seeing him by himself in the relatively empty hallway,

      he was big. She forced herself to keep walking forward, and

      when he glanced over at her she noticed that he had the most outrageously

      long eyelashes she’d ever seen on a boy.

      “Do you have a
    sec?” he asked in a stiff but polite manner. Helen

      could see him concentrating, probably trying as hard as she was to

      block out the Furies.

      “All right,” Helen answered, keeping her eyes on the floor. She

      could see that the kids with lockers near hers were taking their

      sweet time getting their stuff together. She really wished they

      would leave, but no one at Nantucket High would pass up an opportunity

      for a front row seat at another possible brawl.

      “Some of us think it would be a good idea if we tried to smooth

      things over,” he said quickly, as if he wanted to get it done with as

      fast as possible. Helen thought for a moment.

      “Some of you? You mean there hasn’t been any unanimous decision

      made yet? About me, I mean,” Helen said pointedly.

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      “No, sorry,” he said, understanding her meaning immediately.

      “But we think—well, at least a few of us think that we should at

      least try to be nicer to each other.”

      “I don’t see how we’re going to be able to do that, do you?” Helen

      replied, not meaning to sound unfriendly but unable to stop herself.

      She heard one of the girls loitering nearby tisk at her.

      “We just want to be friends with you. Or if not friends, then at

      least not enemies. Think it over,” he said, and then left.

      It took Helen three tries to get her lock undone with everyone

      standing around staring at her. Using all her energy to not attack

      Jason as he walked away, she had none left over for patience. She

      wanted to scream at everyone for judging her, but that would never

      be possible. What would she say? I’m not usually a bitch—I’m just

      super-grouchy because I’m being stalked by three blood-crying

      ghosts who won’t let me sleep at night?

      At lunch, she was surprised to see Ariadne and Cassandra sitting

      at her customary table with her friends. Even from a distance

      Helen could see that Matt was flushed with repressed hormones.

      Gretchen and Zach, who never sat at their lunch table, were there,

      too, kissing popular ass. Helen wavered in the doorway for a moment,

      thinking she might still have a chance to sneak away, when

      Ariadne spotted her and waved her over.

      During that uncomfortable lunch, Ariadne was as nice as could

      be to Helen, and even though there was a brittle quality to Cassandra’s

      smiles, there were plenty of them. Despite this genuine attempt

      at friendship, Helen was so agitated by the insufferable presence

      of the Furies hovering just outside the corner of her eye that

      her testy behavior earned her several scandalized looks from

      Gretchen and a few worried ones from Claire. As they left the cafeteria,

      Claire pulled Helen aside.

      “Would it kill you to be nice?” she asked.

      “You have no idea how hard I’m trying,” Helen replied though

      tight lips.

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      “Try harder. You’re coming off like a total snob, and I know

      you’re not one so don’t even start.” Claire continued over Helen’s

      protestation: “I can tell there’s something weird going on. Something

      that you’re not telling me about. I’m fine with that. But

      you have to start pretending you like them or people like Gretchen

      and Zach are going to make sure that your life here is miserable

      until graduation.”

      Helen nodded submissively. She knew she was getting good advice,

      but her life was already miserable enough without cozying up

      to the Delos family. Still, the next day she did her best to make an

      effort and smiled at Ariadne and Jason as she passed them in the

      hall. The attempt wasn’t pretty—it came off more like a toothy

      grimace than a grin—but it was well received by the twins.

      Hector was a different story. Apparently, he didn’t share in the

      opinion that they should all try to get along, and after another harrowing

      day of forcing herself not to flinch when she saw Lucas,

      Helen had to pass by Hector on her way to track. As if pulled by invisible

      wires, Hector changed direction and started following her

      across the field. He was calling her name under his breath, like he

      was singing a song to himself. Helen glanced around desperately

      for another person, a witness in case something happened, and

      sighed out loud when she saw a few girls headed in her direction.

      They looked at how Helen was practically running away from Hector

      and stared at her like she had grown horns. Most girls at school

      would have run toward Hector if he was smiling at them like that.

      All Thursday night, Helen was kept awake by the moaning of the

      Furies, as though one of the Delos kids were near. On Friday,

      Helen had to get up at dawn to drive Kate and Jerry to the airport.

      They were flying to Boston to attend a small-business owners’ conference

      for the weekend, and Helen was looking forward to a few

      days on her own. Between the lack of sleep and the daily harassment,

      Helen felt ground down to bare bone. All she had to do was

      make it through one more day at school and then she could crawl

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      into bed and hide until Monday. Maybe, eventually, she would

      even be able to fall asleep.

      Unfortunately, what she thought was the Friday Finish Line was

      actually a trip wire, as she found out when she got to school. At

      first she didn’t understand why she was getting bumped into so

      much, and assumed it had to be some new trend that she had

      missed, until Claire began yelling at everyone to back off. Then

      Helen started to listen to what everyone was saying when they

      bumped into her.

      People she had never even spoken to were whispering “bitch” and

      “slut” as they passed her in the hallway. The whole day brought

      one insult after another. Three separate times Helen had to run into

      the girls’ room to hide. She managed to make it through the day

      without seeing any of the Delos kids, but in exchange she had become

      the bull’s-eye on everyone else’s target. By the time she was

      changing for track, she was such a nervous wreck she didn’t know

      if she was going to cry or throw up. Once outside, she caught up to

      Claire on wobbly legs. Thankfully, the other girls gave them a wide

      berth as they ran the trail.

      “Why do they even care?” Helen burst out in frustration. “What

      does it matter if I like the Delos kids or not?”

      “Because that’s not the whole story,” Claire said gently.

      “What did you hear?” Helen asked, desperate for any

      explanation.

      “There’s this rumor that Lucas and Hector are fighting over you,

      so of course all the girls hate you now,” Claire said like she hoped

      the rumor was ridiculous, but wasn’t entirely sure if it was.

      “You’re joking, right?”

      Claire shook her head. “I guess Lucas and Hector got into an actual

      fistfight after school yesterday at football practice. That’s why

      they weren’t in school today. They got suspended.”

      “What happened?” Helen asked, stunned quiet.

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      “Lucas saw Hector following you out of the girl’s locker room and

      he lost it. He started yelling at Hector to stay awa
    y from you. I

      guess Lucas sort of said . . . that you were his,” Claire said timidly.

      Helen shook her head. Lucas had meant that Helen was his to kill,

      but she couldn’t exactly explain that to Claire.

      “All the girls hate me because Lucas is a delusional stalker? How

      is that fair? I loathe him,” Helen said passionately. She paused.

      Another thought occurred to her. “But that only explains the girls

      hating me. There’s more, right?”

      “Oh, yeah. It gets way worse, because they didn’t just get suspended,”

      Claire continued, her brow scrunched with worry. “Zach said

      that Hector and Lucas went at it in this really scary way, right there

      in front of the whole football team, the coaches, everyone. It was

      bad. Like death-match bad. Jason got in between them and managed

      to break it up, but it was still too late. And . . . well . . . they all

      got kicked off the football team. That’s why the whole school hates

      you, including the boys,” she said, bringing the story to its conclusion.

      “All three of the Delos boys are supposed to be these amazing,

      legendary athletes, and everyone is saying you destroyed Nantucket

      High’s one shot at a winning season.”

      “You have got to be kidding me,” Helen said slowly. “They’re ruining

      my life.” Even in the depths of her self-pity, it didn’t escape

      her notice that she was also ruining their lives.

      They had been in town for two weeks and all three boys were

      already singled out as disciplinary problems. If these incidents

      kept happening, they could get kicked out of school, and then

      where would they go? They would have to commute to the mainland

      every morning because there was only one high school on the

      island. And all this—the fight, the suspension, the entire school trying

      to trip Helen—had happened after they all agreed to try to get

      along.

      A terrible truth was starting to sink in. Even if she got control

      over her anger and the Delos family got control over theirs, the

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      Furies would not allow them to coexist. The fight between Lucas

      and Hector proved that the Delos kids would have to come after

      her or they would start going after each other. There was no liveand-

      let-live solution to this. For some reason that Helen still could

      not fathom, the Furies demanded blood, and they would get it no

      matter how it was shed.

      “You’re really not seeing Lucas?” Claire asked with care. Helen

     

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