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her heading into the shower at an insanely late hour—apparently she could only shower when everyone else in the dorm was asleep. Sure,
that
was normal. And since Pardee never said anything about this girl clearly breaking lights-out curfew, she must either have something over on Pardee (maybe Tinsley wasn’t the only one who’d caught her messing around with a married dean?) or Pardee let her break the rule because it was the only thing that kept her out of the loony bin.
    Brett and Tinsley’s roommate relationship rivaled only Callie and Jenny’s in its fucked-up-ness. Brett was on Tinsley’s shit list this year after two major friendship-ending offenses. First, she got all lovey-dovey with Jenny Humphrey, as if
Jenny
had been the one to save Brett’s ass last year by taking the blame for the caught-in-the-playing-fields-with-Ecstasy incident. And then the whole Mr. Dalton thing—Brett was practically
sleeping
with the guy and couldn’t be bothered to tell her. Tinsley couldn’t help trying to steal Mr. Dalton. Lack of loyalty in best friends drove her insane.
    Which is maybe why she was feeling a teeny bit bad—not
guilty
, just bad—about the way the Mr. Dalton saga played out. All she’d wanted was for Brett to welcome her back to Waverly with open arms—was that too much to ask for from one of her supposed best friends? She’d been hurt by Brett’s coldness, and so she’d lashed out—a little harshly, yes. But Brett didn’t have to take everything so
seriously.
It’s not like she was going to
marry
Dalton or anything. Besides, as a direct result of Tinsley stealing Dalton away, Brett was back with Jeremiah. So really, things had all worked out. Brett should be down on her knees thanking her!
    Tinsley sort of enjoyed the fight, especially now that Brett was fighting her back head-on. At first, Brett had avoided the room for a few days, but then it was like she realized she was missing out or something, so she started hanging around more, playing her music loudly, gabbing with Jeremiah or her sister on her cell phone, daring Tinsley to say something. Brett had even brought her geeky chemistry study group over one night to do flash cards of chemical equations and symbols—and Tinsley had simply sat silently at her desk, ignoring them as they called out things like Faraday’s law of electrolysis and glucose reaction. Geeks! Just tonight, she and Brett had sat at their desks, five feet away from each other, writing papers on their laptops and listening to their iPods. Brett ended up going to bed first—in silence, of course.
    Tinsley inhaled deeply. It was all a game. And Brett was bound to be the one to cave first.
    Outside her window, something moved. Tinsley flicked her ash into the bushes beneath her and squinted—she was practically blind without her contacts. It looked like there were two figures out by the access road that ran behind Dumbarton and the other girls’ dorms, next to what looked like a squadron of shiny UFOs. Was that … Heath??
    Tinsley’s heart started to beat a little faster. Something was up. She glanced behind her at the nearly comatose Brett, then lifted the Tiffany’s key ring where her platinum Zippo and the emergency whistle (that her father made her promise to have with her at all times—even though she was at Waverly now, not South Africa) hung. She pressed it to her lips and gave a quick tweet.
    The figures jumped, but before they could flee, Tinsley waved a pale, thin arm at them and flashed a peace sign. “That you, H.F.?” Tinsley whispered loudly into the cool dark night as Heath galloped toward her. She squinted harder at the figure next to him. It looked like that hot, super-tall freshman that was always hanging around the older boys. Julian? Excellent. Her night was definitely shaping up.
    “Oh, baby!” Heath cried out in something slightly louder than a whisper. “Glad to see you!”
    “What are you guys doing out here?” Tinsley demanded, dropping