Okay, I know we’re all kidding here, but the idea of that being Salem’s is about a thousand times worse than the thought of it being Matt’s. Salem just laughs and tells Matt to shut up, and while it’s nice to finally see some camaraderie between them, I also feel the need to edge over to some more … feminine energy.

I glance around until I spot Isabel’s gleaming hair and trudge over to where she, Jenna, and Priya have discarded their trash pickers and are standing around talking, laughing, and hollering after Ashleigh to pull her pants on and come back. Okay, so, maybe this isn’t the ideal spot either. But before I can track down Kayla and Heather as my plan C, I hear Jenna call out, “Hey! Evie! C’mere!”

Reluctantly, I do.

“I was sad we didn’t get to play earlier,” she says with a smirk. “I was really hoping to get to know you better.”

Oh, this doesn’t seem good. “I’m really not very interesting,” I assure her.

“I don’t believe that for a second, Rumson Girl.” Her ice-blue eyes narrow, and I catch a flash of silver in her hand that I’m pretty sure is a flask. This is the weirdest community service ever. “Truth or dare?”

“Jen.” Izzy puts a hand on her arm, but Jenna shakes it off, and I know I have no choice but to answer. I just … have no idea what the right answer is. But at least, unlike in the van, Heather isn’t in my immediate vicinity, so that’s something.

The other thing is that we all know exactly what she’s going to ask, and I have a perfectly safe answer. “Truth.”

“Have you hooked up with any Rumson boys?”

“Nope,” I reply, popping the p, because I don’t actually know where Lucas lives, but it isn’t my dorm. And then, because I can’t leave well enough alone, I add, “How about you?”

Her smirk is razor sharp. “It’s not your turn, Rumson Girl. But you already know that.”

I meet her gaze evenly. “I already know a lot of things.”

Isabel sucks in a breath, and I silently curse my inability to keep my mouth shut.

But then again, isn’t the whole point of this pact with Salem to learn to stand up for myself, to trust my instincts and not to back down? Maybe this is growth, rather than my just being stupid.

Yeah, I’ll go ahead and look at it that way.

Jenna’s smile takes on a cruel slant, and I wait for the next bullet to shoot from her mouth, but she’s already moved on, wrapping an arm around Priya’s shoulders. “How about you, Pri? Truth or dare?”