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guns and gunning down half the student body, but those happened at other schools—on television, in the suburbs, or in public schools, with their metal detectors and clear vinyl backpacks. Nothing terrible was ever allowed to happen at Duchesne. It was practically a rule.
    The worst thing that could ever happen to a student at Duchesne would be a broken leg skiing in Aspen or a painful sunburn from St. Barth’s over spring break. So the fact that Aggie Carondolet had died—in the city no less just shy of her sixteenth birthday, was almost unfathomable.
    Aggie Carondolet ?Schuyler felt a twinge of sadness, but she didn’t know Aggie, who had been one of the tall, pinched-looking blond girls who surrounded Mimi Force, like courtiers around their queen.
    “You okay?” Oliver asked, squeezing Schuyler’s shoulder. Schuyler nodded.
    “Wow, that’s heavy, man. I just saw her Friday night,” Dylan said, shaking his head.
    “You saw Aggie?” Schuyler asked. “Where?”
    “Friday. At The Bank.”
    “Aggie Carondolet was at The Bank?” Schuyler asked skeptically. That made as much sense as Mimi Force being spotted shopping at J.C. Penney. “Are you sure?”
    “Well, I mean, she wasn’t technically at The Bank, but outside, you know, where everyone smokes downstairs, in the alley next to Block 122,” Dylan explained.
    “What happened to you?” Schuyler said. “We never saw you again after midnight.”
    “I, uh, met somebody,” Dylan admitted, with a sheepish grin. “It’s no big deal.”
    Schuyler nodded and didn’t pry.
    They walked out of the chapel, past Mimi Force, who was standing in the middle of a sympathetic circle of friends. “She’d just gone out for a smoke …” they overheard Mimi say, dabbing at her eyes. “Then she disappeared… We still don’t know how it happened.”
    “What are you looking at?” Mimi spat, noticing Schuyler staring at her.
    “Nothing—I…”
    Mimi flicked her hair over her shoulder and snorted in annoyance. Then she deliberately turned her back on the three of them and went back to reliving Friday night.
    “Hey,” Dylan said, passing the tall Texan girl in their class, who was part of the huddle. “Sorry about your friend.” He put a light hand on her arm.
    But Bliss didn’t even acknowledge that she’d heard him. Schuyler thought that was odd. How did Dylan know Bliss Llewellyn? The Texan girl was practically Mimi’s best friend. And Mimi despised Dylan Ward. Schuyler had heard her calling him a “vagrant” and a ” wastoid” to his face when he refused to give up his seat in the cafeteria. She and Oliver had warned him when he’d sat down, but he wouldn’t listen. “But this is our table,” Mimi had hissed, holding a tray that contained a paper plate of dry lettuce leaves surrounding an undercooked hamburger. Schuyler and Oliver had immedi ately grabbed their trays, but Dylan had refused to budge, which had instantly endeared him to them.
    “It was a drug overdose,” Dylan whispered, walking between Schuyler and Oliver.
    “How do you know?” Oliver asked.
    “It’s the only thing that makes sense. She passed out at Block 122. What else could it be?”
    Schuyler thought: aneurysm, heart attack, diabetic seizure. There were so many things that could cause a per son’s untimely demise. She’d read about them. She knew. She’d lost her father in her infancy, and her mother was stuck in a coma. Life was more fragile than anyone ever realized.
    One minute, you could be getting a smoke in the alley on theLower East Side with your friends, having drinks and dancing on tables in a popular night club. And the next minute, you could be dead.

FIVE
    One of the best things about being Mimi Force was that nobody took you for granted. After the news of Aggie’s death made the rounds, Mimi’s popularity swelled to epic proportions because now she wasn’t just beautiful, she was vulnerable as well—she was human. It was like when Tom Cruise left Nicole