The Queen Bee of Bridgeton Read Online Free PDF

lessons. Or I'd go to the fountain outside the observatory and make a wish while tossing in a coin. My wishes always consisted of one or two things. Either to dance with the Russian Ballet next to Natalya Karleskaya or to have David Winthrop notice me. Either of which would have been a miracle.
     
    Yeah, there was always something to do on Bridgeton's beautiful campus. Staying on it during my free periods was no punishment at all. If possible, I would live there to avoid having to go home to Venton Heights.
     
    "Um, Sir?" I said before he walked away. "Did you find out who hurt Emmaline ?"
     
    He shook his head. "I've spoken to her every week for over a month. She refuses to talk."
     
    "So that's it? They're just going to get away with it?"
     
    "The people who did this have no honor. Their actions will reveal their true character soon enough."
     
    ***
     
    That afternoon, while waiting for Sasha to meet me, I sipped a latte.  I was completely exhausted and thoroughly surprised and proud that I had made it through the entire day without falling asleep in class after staying up so late with her.  I was daydreaming about my audition for The DiRisio Academy of Dance in Rome when the oddest thing happened. A boy, a cute boy approached me and just stood at my table. From the green blazer and khakis I knew he was a schoolmate, but it took me a second to actually recognize who he was. He was the boy from the closet two months ago. I checked out his eyes. They were still sad.
     
    "My psychiatrist says I should go out with you," he said out of the blue. There was no 'hi, how are you today' or even 'hi, my name is.' I looked over my shoulder then pointed to myself. He couldn't possibly be talking to me. But he nodded and said, "Yes, you."
     
    "Well, that is the worst pick up line I have ever heard in my life." I took another sip of my latte and tried to ignore his presence.
     
    "That's because it's not a pick up line. It's the truth. Well, actually, he didn't specifically say to go out with you, but he did say to get to know you. He thinks it'll be good for me."
     
    I stared at him in disbelief for a moment. He had taken off his jacket and slung it over his shoulder like a model in some sort of commercial for toothpaste or apple pie.  He looked just that perfect with his crisp white shirt and khakis that looked a little too big, but gave him an aura of relaxed confidence.  He seemed cool, self-assured and…rich except for his shoes.  They were beat up red Converse All-Stars.  They really didn't match the image he portrayed.
     
    Was he serious? This had to be some sort of joke. But he didn't crack a smile. I think he was serious, which meant I had to set him straight.
     
    "Um, no," I said with finality. But I could tell this guy was not used to taking no for an answer.
     
    "And why not?" He didn't sound surprised or angry. In fact, he sounded kinda full of himself. As if any second he was going to elicit the response he wanted.
     
    "Because I don't know anything about you. Oh, wait, let me correct that. I do know you frequent closets and other sketchy places and do…things with random girls."
     
    "Is that really all you know about me?"
     
    I nodded. "Yes, that's all I know. Is there more?"
     
    He paused for a moment as if he was really thinking about this question. He opened his mouth to speak, but just like the time at the closet nothing came out but a tortured sigh. Something was really bothering this boy. Part of me wanted to find out what it was and help him, but another part of me wanted to get as far away from this high school playboy as possible.
     
    "Listen, Closet Boy, I don't know why you and your shrink are talking about me, but -"
     
    "Closet Boy? You don't know my name?"
     
    I shook my head.
     
    "You really have no idea who I am, do you?"
     
    "Should I?"
     
    "God, you're adorable."
     
    "What?" I slammed my latte down on the table splashing some of it on my dance magazine. "Look whatever your