"Which is exactly what's happened," Ivy said, her eyes wide.
I felt a jolt of electricity between us. "I knew it! I knew there was something off about that girl.
This is why she wanted the disc so badly! She was worried I might find out about her dad and
Cheyenne! She was only trying to protect herself."
"Wait. What do you mean she wanted the disc?" Ivy asked.
"I told Noelle I had a copy of this, just to scare her," I said, gesturing at the computer. "Amberly
overheard and demanded I give it to her, and when I didn't, she totally trashed my room looking
for it."
"Oh my God," Ivy said, paling. "She is a psycho. Although she's
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not the only person I know who's been breaking into other people's rooms," she added with a
knowing glance.
"You're hilarious," I said sarcastically.
Ivy smirked. "But wait," she said, snatching my suspect list off my desk. "You had Amberly on here
but crossed her out. Why?"
I blinked at the list. Amberly's name had been hastily added after I noticed her Ariana-esque
transformation, then slashed after I had talked to her friends. "Right. Because her roommates gave
her an alibi."
"Was it solid?" Ivy asked, gripping the page in both hands.
I tried to recall every detail of my bathroom tete-a-tete with Lara and Kirsten. How Kirsten had
thought Amberly had returned to their room at the "ass crack of dawn," and how Lara had quickly
corrected her, saying it was still dark out.
"No. That girl Lara was definitely covering something up. Dammit!" I said, my foot stomping of its
own accord. "I knew it. I knew I should have pressed her."
I closed my eyes tightly and brought my hand to my head. I had been onto Amberly days ago and I
had just let it go based on the crap ass story of some conniving frosh. She could have easily been
lying about the timing of Amberly's return to their room that night. And if she was, it all added up.
It all made sense.
"Do you think she's our stalker, too?" Ivy asked.
I had to blink a few times for her to come into focus again. For a moment I had entirely spaced on