Authors: Francine Pascal
"You didn't tell Steve about PBA? I simply don't understand how you could forget to tell him something so vital!"
"What about PBA?" Steven asked.
"We made it, Steve! We made it! Just today at lunch, Lizzie and I were accepted as full-fledged members of the most terrific sorority on campus!"
"No big deal," Elizabeth said.
"No big deal? Elizabeth, how can you say that?
How can you even think it? You've got to be seven hundred and thirty-seven kinds of idiots not to be excited about associating with the best girls at Sweet Valley High. What's wrong with you?"
"It's hard to get excited when your feet hurt," Elizabeth muttered.
"Your feet hurt? What in the world do your feet have to do with Pi Beta Alpha?" Jessica demanded.
"My feet always hurt when I have to walk all the way home from school," Elizabeth answered in an ominously quiet voice.
Sensing a crisis, Steven stood and said, "Hey, you two lovelies, I hate to eat and run, but I've got to go up and shower."
The twins ignored him. Their eyes were locked on one another.
"Look, I'll see you later," Steven said. "Take it easy on the guys this weekend. Broken hearts are not a lot of fun." He sighed, and there was a funny smile on his face.
Jessica turned suddenly toward Steven, grateful for an excuse to break away from Elizabeth's angry gaze. "Steve, I have the most terrific idea! If you're not busy this weekend, maybe you'd like me to arrange a date for you with Cara Walker," she said hopefully.
"Cara Walker?"
"You remember Cara, Steve--long dark hair,
terrific figure, fantastic tennis player. She's one of my best friends. She always thought you were soooo good-looking."
"Yeah, yeah, I remember. She's a cute kid, but a little young for me."
"Cara has become very mature, Steve. She's really ready to date a college man."
"Thanks, Jess, but no thanks. I have plans," he said, trying to edge out of the room.
"Plans? What kind of plans? Who is she?" Jessica shrieked.
" 'Who is she?' " Steven shrieked, mimicking Jessica.
"Well, you're coming home every weekend to see somebody," Jessica insisted. "Who is she? Somebody from college who lives in town?"
"Two nosy sisters are more than I need," Steven said, and there was an edge of anger in his voice. "See ya." He left the room quickly. They heard him go up the stairs and slam a door.
Jessica turned back to Elizabeth, who was brushing nonexistent crumbs from the butcher- block table.
"What's with him? Do you know who he's seeing?"
Elizabeth remained silent. She didn't trust herself to talk to her sister at this point.
Jessica fairly exploded. "What is going on? Steve won't talk. You won't talk. The air in here
is so cold I can practically see my breath! I might as well be in Siberia!"
Wouldn't that be wonderful? Elizabeth thought.
"Lizzie, talk to me, please," Jessica coaxed. "You're mad at me, but I don't know why. Please, Lizzie." Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears.
Elizabeth turned to face Jessica, determined to have it out with her. But she weakened when she looked into her sister's face. Maybe nothing had happened with Jessica and Todd. Maybe it was all innocent, she thought. And maybe I'm a world-class marshmallow!
"Jess, I didn't really appreciate having to walk home today."
Quick as lightning, Jessica wailed, "You didn't! I saw you get into a car with a bunch of the kids and zoom off without me! You should have told me you were going to do that. What would have happened if Mom saw me driving the car? Do you want to get me into trouble? I think it was sneaky and rotten of you to leave me like that when it was your responsibility to bring me home in the car!"
"Jess, I didn't leave without you--I got held up in The Oracle and didn't get out until late."
"Oh. In that case, I forgive you. And I'm sorry I suspected you of trying to get me into trouble. I must have been mistaken about you getting into that other car. Now, let's talk about
Steve. He's up to something, and I think you know what it is."
"Whoa, Jess. Let's back up a bit. Jess? Jess!"
Jessica, her head in the refrigerator, didn't answer. Finally she turned, holding a plastic bag full of green grapes. "I was sure we had grapes! Now, about Steve."
"No, Jess," said a determined Elizabeth. "Let's talk about what happened after school. I saw you drive off in our car with Todd Wilkins." Please let there be a reasonable explanation, she prayed.
"Oh, that! I was just helping Todd." Jessica sat at the table popping grapes into her mouth while Elizabeth's world crumbled around her.
"Helping him?" Helping herself to him was more like it.
"He had to pick up some decorations for the dance, so I offered him a ride into town. He's so sweet, Liz."
I know, I know. Elizabeth moaned inwardly. "Jess, did he say anything about meeting someone--or waiting for someone after school?"
Jessica rested her chin on one hand and thought for a moment. Putting her other hand behind her back, she crossed her fingers and finally answered, "I don't think so."
When it comes to being unforgettable, I have to be a minus ten, Elizabeth thought with disgust.
"Now can we talk about Steve?" Jessica said impatiently.
"What about him?"
"I don't believe you, Liz, I really don't. Our only brother is involved in a flaming love affair, and you don't care at all!"
"Steve? Flaming love affair?" Elizabeth shook her head in amazement. Was her sister trying to get off the subject of Todd, or did she know what she was talking about?
"It's totally obvious to anyone with half a brain that, one, Steve is involved with someone; two, that he hasn't said who it is; and three, that it must be someone we wouldn't like. And I'm going to find out what's going on!"
"Look, Sherlock," Elizabeth snapped, "has it ever occurred to you that, one, it's Steve's business; two, it's not our business; and three, you'd better butt out before Steve takes you apart?"
"You can do whatever you want, Elizabeth Wakefield, but it's just not in my nature to be cold and selfish when it comes to the happiness of a member of my family!" With an expression on her face that would make an angel envious, Jessica picked up her books and sailed out of the room.
In a rare display of temper, Elizabeth threw a sponge across the room, narrowly missing her
mother, who stepped through the back door at that moment.
"Elizabeth, what in the world is going on here?"
"Oh! Mom. Nothing's going on. I was cleaning the table and the sponge just--just slipped out of my hand."
Alice Wakefield lowered the two grocery bags she was carrying onto the counter and gave her daughter a knowing look. "Something's wrong, honey, isn't it? Do you want to talk about it?" She walked over to Elizabeth and put her arm around her daughter's shoulder.
Elizabeth suddenly wished she were five years old again. Then she could cry and pour out all her troubles to her mother, who would make everything right. But that was then, and this was now.
Elizabeth shrugged off her mother's arm and walked over to pick up the sponge. "Mom, nothing is wrong!"
"Don't tell me nothing's wrong, Elizabeth. You're not acting like yourself at all. Now, talk to me, please. I have to meet a client, and I don't want to be late."
Count to ten, Elizabeth told herself. Don't take your anger out on Mom.
"Elizabeth, I'm waiting!"
And then she couldn't hold back her tears any longer. "Acting like myself--what's that,
Mom? Liz Wakefield is supposed to be good, sweet, kind, generous. ..." The tears were streaming down her face. "Do you know what that adds up to, Mom? Boring, boring, boring! Sometimes I get hurt--sometimes I get angry. . . ."
"Honey, it's all right, I understand."
"Hey, is everybody in this family totally wacko?"
"Steve! I didn't know you were home."
"Hi, Mom. Bye, Mom." He dropped a kiss somewhere in the vicinity of his mother's forehead on his way to the door.
"Steve, I haven't had a chance to talk to you. Where are you going?"
"Out, Mom."
"Out? Out where? With whom?"
"Jeez! Is privacy a dirty word around here? The district attorney upstairs drove me up the wall with those kinds of questions. Fortunately, I was saved by the bell. The telephone bell. Sweet Jess is on the phone gushing all over some poor jerk named Todd. Ciao, you two!" Steven was out the door before Elizabeth or her mother could say another word.
Todd was on the phone with Jessica!
Elizabeth couldn't stand it one more minute. With tears streaming down her face, she threw the sponge in the sink and charged up to her room, leaving her mother openmouthed with surprise.
Four
Elizabeth's problems buzzed in her head like bees. Sitting in the Oracle office, she didn't know what to do first. She hadn't written a word for her "Eyes and Ears" column yet, and she still hadn't thought of a topic for her history paper. And then there was Steven--something was going on with him that wasn't quite right. It made her uneasy. And she couldn't get over an even more alarming suspicion about her father and Ms. West. She had seen Marianna recently, driving by with her father. She was a very beautiful woman. And she and her father had been so wrapped up in each other they hadn't even noticed Elizabeth. Even though she wanted to ignore it, Elizabeth smelled smoke. Did that mean there was fire? She sighed. She didn't seem to have any
answers lately. She looked down at her writing pad, which was absolutely blank except for the name Todd Wilkins scribbled across the top in large, dark letters. She knew it was hopeless to try to work when all she really wanted to do was lose herself in her special daydream. It was always the same funny little dream, but it made her feel so warm and good: They were sitting together, she and Todd, in the lunchroom at noon. It was jammed, and she was chattering on with Enid or some other friend when she became aware of Todd's hand affectionately caressing her hair. She turned to smile at him, and he pulled her close and kissed her gently on the forehead. That was it. Nothing more, but it was done right out there where everybody could see, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Todd loving her. . . .
The daydream was like a favorite film Elizabeth played over and over again and never got tired of watching. That's what she was doing when Cara Walker burst noisily into the Oracle office, shattering the dream and bringing her back to her terrible reality.
"Liz," Cara gushed breathlessly, "I've got a great idea for an item."
"Good, Cara, what is it?"
"Well--do you know who writes the 'Eyes and Ears' column?"
"That's a secret, Cara. Nobody knows that except Mr. Collins."
"OK. Well, would you pass it on to him? The hottest new couple in the whole school is your very own sister Jessica--"
"Jessica?" Elizabeth asked, surprised.
"Yes! Now, I'm not a columnist," Cara gushed, "but the item could say something like--'The hottest new couple at Sweet Valley High is the co-captain of the cheerleaders and the captain of the basketball team!' "
"What?"
"See--they're both captains." Cara giggled. "That's why it's so neat!"
"Who told you about them?" Elizabeth asked, her heart thumping.
"It's all over school, Liz! Everybody's talking about it. They were driving around the other day in your mom's red convertible!"
"Oh."
"They were even seen up at Miller's Point," Cara continued. "And you know what goes on up there. Isn't it too much?" She sighed.
Elizabeth didn't even remember Cara running out. She felt totally destroyed. Todd and Jessica! Why did it have to be Jessica?
"Well, why not?" she heard herself saying aloud.
It was perfectly natural that Todd would like a terrific girl like her sister. Why shouldn't he?
Jessica was about the prettiest, most popular girl at Sweet Valley High.
And then a new, sinking realization shot through her heart like an arrow. Todd must have thought he was smiling at Jessica in the cafeteria the other day! She had built a fantasy, out of her own desires, about his feelings.
Well, at least that was clear now. Todd was interested in Jessica. Jessica knew it. And, as Cara had just said, the whole school knew it. Now at least she was sure what to write for the "Eyes and Ears" column. Elizabeth began typing it out, hardly noticing the tears that fell onto her typewriter keys.
No, she told herself sternly. I won't be like this. I won't think about him anymore. Todd likes Jessica, and Jessica likes Todd, and that's that.
She looked at what she had written:
"A certain tall, good-looking basketball player will be scoring high points off the court when he escorts a certain blond beauty who is cocaptain of the cheerleading squad to the upcoming Phi Epsilon-Pi Beta Alpha dance."
Yes, Elizabeth told herself, they're perfect for each other. I wish them the very best. I really do, she insisted as she folded her head in her arms and sobbed.
"Elizabeth! What is it?"
She hadn't heard Mr. Collins walk in, yet
there he was, looking at her with concern, while tears slid down her face.
As usual, he knew what to do. Without another word he held out a crisp white handkerchief.
Elizabeth dabbed at her face, pulling herself together. She smiled weakly at the Oracle's good- looking adviser, and thanked him for his handkerchief. "If you don't need it back right away, I'll launder it for you tonight," she offered.
Mr. Collins smiled. "I think I can manage without it," he answered. Then he asked gently, "Need to talk?"
She did need to talk to someone, and there weren't many people she trusted and respected more than Mr. Collins. She told him about her feelings for Todd and how he seemed to be interested in Jessica. "I'm so down."
"I know how you must feel." Roger Collins sighed sympathetically, pushing back a stray lock of his strawberry-blond hair. "But I've always found hard work to be the best painkiller. Come on, let us see your column. It'll take your mind off other things."