I guess the natural thing to do would have been to freak out and start yelling like I was gunning for a spot on a tacky talk show, or maybe to quietly close the door and pretend I’d never seen anything, but I didn’t do either of those things.

Instead, I just stood there in my stupid leotard, hand on the doorknob, and said, “Oh.”

They broke apart, Bee’s Salmon Fantasy lip gloss smudged on both her mouth and Ryan’s, and if I hadn’t been busy trying to keep my stomach from plummeting to my feet, I guess there would have been something funny about the way they both gawked at me with big eyes and equally shocked expressions.

“Damn,” Ryan muttered, while Bee nearly leapt out of his arms.

“Harper,” she said, but I shook my head. My face hurt, and I realized it was because I was giving them another one of those big fake smiles I hated.

“It’s fine,” I said quickly. “So super fine. I mean, we’ve been broken up”—I waved my hand between me and Ryan—“and you and Brandon are broken up, and Ryan and Mary Beth are broken up, and wow, there has been a lot of breaking up going on lately, I just realized that. I guess that’s the perils of trying to date in the middle of a supernatural crisis, right? Right. Anyway, I’ll let y’all get back to... that.”

I shut the door with shaking hands and turned away, walking back toward the auditorium, my baton clenched tightly in one hand. My eyes were stinging, and I almost bumped into a Styrofoam tree propped against the wall. Dimly, I heard the door open from behind me, and Bee called my name again.

I didn’t stop walking, but when she caught my elbow, it wasn’t like I could shake her off. I turned to see her watching me with big eyes. She’d wiped some of the gloss off her mouth, but there was still a faint salmon smudge on her chin.

“Harper, I am so sorry I didn’t tell you,” she said, her hand squeezing my arm.

“It’s fine,” I said, but voice was shaking, and Bee sighed, stepping a little closer.

“It’s not, I know it’s not. But I promise, it hasn’t been going on for very long.”

For some reason, it hadn’t even occurred to me that it had happened before at all. Like I’d thought the kiss I’d seen had been their first or something, which was stupid. If they had already reached the “sneaking around” stage of things, this had obviously been going on for a little while.