It had been Delilah who’d picked Maria and Lily’s room for the party tonight. Their room was everyone’s favorite hangout spot. Sure, it was right next door to the old dining hall, but the room was also designated as “handicap-accessible,” so it was the only room in the whole dorm that had its own bathroom. That way, if you needed some privacy, and you were wasted, you didn’t have to go all the way down the hall and risk getting caught by a dorm monitor.

Their room also had a thick gray carpet none of the other rooms had, and that helped muffle the party sounds. Over the past year, that carpet had accumulated half a dozen spilled-beer stains. Lily had tried every carpet-cleaning spray she could find, but no matter how hard she scrubbed she hadn’t been able to get rid of those spots.

Tonight, though, stains were the last thing on Lily’s mind.

She needed to talk to Maria about what had happened.

Not about the chandelier, or the calls to their parents, or Brandon’s two strikes. She wanted to talk about the part of the night she could barely remember.

What the Ouija board had said. What it meant.

Why Maria had acted so strange. As if she knew something the rest of them didn’t.

Delilah was sitting on the floor with her back propped against Maria’s bed, her eyes heavy-lidded and her head tilted onto Kei’s shoulder. She rubbed his knee with one hand and twirled her ever-present tube of clear lip gloss with the other. She’d draped Lily’s grandmother’s quilt across her lap to keep out the chill.

Maria, who analyzed everything, had a lot of theories about why Delilah needed to do drugs to have fun. She thought Delilah had family pressure to live up to. A profound inability to find release. A deep, hidden reservoir of self-loathing.

Lily had a theory, too. It was that Delilah was an asshole.

And while there were a thousand reasons they hated Delilah, there was one thing that bothered them above all.

Delilah had been the first girl Lily ever kissed.

Kei finished hedging his way through the story about what happened with Emily behind the Rite Aid—it was awkward, since everyone knew Emily had hooked up with a guy from Georgetown Prep later that night—and Delilah stood up. “My turn!”

“It’s Kei’s turn,” Lily said. “Have you never played Truth or Dare before?”

Delilah ignored her. “Maria! Truth or dare?”

Maria sighed. She and Lily always picked dare.

Delilah lifted her chin triumphantly. “I dare you to give Ryan a lap dance.”

The room filled with muted catcalls. Ryan grinned, blushed, and patted his lap. Caitlin and Tamika both glared at Maria, who was blushing too.

Lily wished Delilah were a bug she could step on. One quick squishing sound and she’d be out of their lives. Poof.