Crimson Lies

Crimson Lies

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Introduction

A dead body.
A dangerous game.
And a stranger who sees through my every facade.**

At Lionswood Prep, the world’s most prestigious boarding school, money talks—and those without it are invisible. For nearly four years, I’ve lived by that rule. A scholarship student in a sea of untouchable wealth, I’ve perfected the art of disappearing, even when envy simmers beneath my skin.

But everything changes when the other scholarship student takes a fatal fall from the fifth floor.

Her death is ruled a suicide, but something doesn’t sit right. I’ve seen too much darkness to believe in coincidences, and the shadows surrounding this school are deeper than most are willing to admit.

My suspicions lead me straight to him. The golden boy. The one who wears his kindness like a crown and hides cruelty behind a practiced smile. Everyone adores him, but I’ve seen what lies beneath the surface. He’s charming, rich, and utterly untouchable... until now.

When I try to expose him, he doesn’t get angry. He gets interested. Suddenly, I’m the center of his attention, and senior year becomes a twisted game where his moves are as seductive as they are sinister.

“Tell me,” his voice is low, a thread of danger curling around the words. “Are you trying to save yourself from me—or from the truth?”

The more I try to uncover, the more I’m dragged into his world, a web of secrets and sins I might never escape. Because the deeper I dig, the clearer it becomes: he’s not the only one with something to hide.

After all, the dead aren’t the only ones with secrets at Lionswood.

Chapter 1

It’s taking every bit of self-control I have to avoid gagging right now.

My stomach is in perilous territory, and if I even think about it…

You can do this.

I take a deep breath, steel my stomach, remind myself that I’ve eaten much worse, and take another bite of my soup.

And manage not to spew it across my empty lunch table.

On Tuesdays, the cafeteria serves gluten-free, meat-free, lactose-free (and any other dietary ‘free’ restriction that comes to mind) split pea soup. It’s a shade darker than vomit green with the texture of warm yogurt, and I eat it all.

Every last bite.

It’s half the price of the other lunch options, so I shovel it into my mouth with distaste and try to avoid thinking about all the pepperoni pizza slices two tables over, currently being guarded by the Lacrosse team. Or the array of chocolate muffins being sold by the marching band as some sort of team fundraiser.

I briefly consider stealing one.

A chocolate muffin, that is. The marching band kids don’t have as much muscle on them.

Even a trip to the salad bar would be a major step-up, but I can’t justify the three-dollar up charge for a handful of leafy greens and zero-calorie Ranch that’ll leave my stomach growling before lunch is over.

“Oh, shit!”

The Lacrosse players guffaw with laughter as their goalie tries flinging a pizza slice across the cafeteria like it’s a frisbee but misses the trash can. The slice lands with a thwack, cheese and grease oozing out onto the school’s two-hundred-year-old hardwood floors.

“Dude, that was so close!”

It was, in fact, not very close. Freddy Rook missed the can by at least three feet, so I doubt there’s an NBA career looming in his future.

It’s a little embarrassing to admit the slice in question – now seasoned with a fresh layer of dirt and dust – still looks more appetizing than my soup.

A second teammate tries and makes the shot, earning a chorus of whoops and hollers from the rest of the table, and I briefly wonder if any of them have ever had to pay for their groceries in nickels and dimes. Or skipped a meal entirely.

I stare at the discarded slice.

No, probably not.

At Lionswood, money rarely comes in a form that isn’t a shiny black card winking in the light.

Speaking of consumerism.

Sophie Adams breezes by, elegant salad in hand, and commandeers one of the large wooden tables in the center of the cafeteria. She’s wearing the same navy-pleated skirt and white-button down I am, but it might as well be an entirely different outfit on her impossibly thin, willowy frame.

Sometimes I wonder how she doesn’t crumple up like a paper napkin under the weight of her own Burberry backpack.

“I can’t decide,” Sophie sighs to the girls on either side of her. She picks at her salad with all the enthusiasm of a house cat pawing at day-old dry food. “And all this stress is making my cortisol levels go haywire. I can feel a break-out coming.”

Her voice carries like she’s two seats down from me, not two tables. That’s the singular perk of the little empty corner of the cafeteria I’ve carved out for myself – it picks up sound waves like their magnets.

Not that I suspect most of these kids would notice – or care – if I was hovering over their shoulders and breathing down their necks.

I’m a ghost here.

A living, breathing ghost.

Completely invisible but still subject to the whims of my human digestive tract.

“Both dresses would look amazing on you, Soph,” says Penelope from Sophie’s right-hand side. Over the past four years, Penelope has mastered an impressive ability that’s promoted her to the leagues of Sophie’s inner-circle: the art of talking without actually ever saying a word.

That, and her entire family’s a power-suit-wearing combination of high-risk publicists and defamation lawyers.

“Well, obviously,” Sophie snaps and brushes a stubborn strand of auburn hair out of her face. She’s got the sharp cheekbones, pouty lips, and big, green eyes that’d be reserved for a Bratz doll anywhere else.

But this is Lionswood, home of the genetic lottery winners, land of the best plastic surgeons in the world. You could make a party game out of guessing which physical features came from which.

“I like the Prada dress better,” Ava chimes in from the left. “It looks hot. Really accentuates your figure.” Ava’s dad runs some Chinese tech company, but her mother’s a celebrity stylist, so her opinion tends to hold more weight with Sophie.

“Of course you do,” Sophie says. “Leather is your aesthetic.”

Granted, I’ve rarely seen Ava Chen out of our school uniform, but her glossy, black bob, heavy eye-makeup, and knee-high platform boots aren’t making it a hard sell.

“This is about more than just looking good,” Sophie continues. “It’s about which dress Adrian is going to like better.” Her green eyes widen like she’s just divulged a terrible secret to them, though I can’t imagine it’s a surprise to anyone, least of all her friends.

If I had to guess, most of Sophie’s looks – and probably half the student body’s – were curated with Adrian Ellis’ opinion in mind.

“You could just ask him,” Penelope says. “Some guys like that, you know. Picking out their girl’s outfit.” She shoots Sophie a particularly toothy smile as she says it, showing off the pearly white veneers her parents got her as an early graduation present.

It’s the wrong thing to say, though. I know it, and so does Sophie. She whips around to face Penelope, eyes narrowed to slits. “I can’t just ask him,” she retorts. “If Adrian thinks I’m dressing just for him, it’ll make me look desperate and clingy. Guys don’t like that.”

Penelope has the gall to look embarrassed, but my Primetime people watching is momentarily interrupted when some Lacrosse player accidentally knocks his elbow into my lunch tray and sends my cup of water flying across my navy skirt.

“Hey!” I call out, but he’s already on the way to his table, unaware he just soaked my thighs with ice-cold water.

Ugh. Great.

It’s already begun seeping through the skirt and thick tights.

Irritation bubbles up as I do my best to staunch the spill with the flimsy napkin attached to my tray. I don’t have time to run back to my dorm and change, which means I’ll be wearing a giant wet spot to History class.

I glare at the back of the Lacrosse player’s head. Asshole didn’t even notice.

“Here,” a new voice says. “I’ve got some extra napkins.”

I glance up, shocked that anyone saw the incident at all, but smile gratefully as I take the clump of napkins from his outstretched hand. “Thanks, Mickey.”

“No problem.” Mickey Mabel shifts awkwardly on his feet, looking like he wants to be anywhere but here while I finish dabbing at the wet spot. He’s a tall, gangly kid with arms too long for his navy blazer and a frizzy collection of curls he never seems to know what to do with. “I’m actually glad I caught you before lunch is over, Poppy.”

It’s a challenge to keep the surprise off my face. I’m not sure anyone here has ever been glad to catch me.

“I’m not sure if you saw the email, but Dean Robins is moving up the scholarship presentation,” he explains. “He wants us to give it to tonight.”

The pea soup sloshing in my stomach does a somersault. “Tonight?”

No, I definitely didn’t see the email.

I fumble with my phone and see that Mickey is telling the truth: the Dean has re-scheduled our bi-annual scholarship presentation to tonight, 6 PM, in the auditorium.

The presentations are supposed to be a formality. A song-and-dance we give to school faculty to prove that Mickey and I aren’t wasting our full-ride scholarships by slacking off or partying.

But, more than anything else, these meetings serve as a reminder.

Because, while Mickey and I might’ve been the only two students in the country with high enough scores on the SSAT to garner a full-ride scholarship to Lionswood, we’re still outsiders that need to prove we belong here.

It’s my least favorite part of the semester, and though I’ve given these presentations six times with Mickey, the anticipatory dread never forgets to rear its head.

He shuffles one foot in front of the other. “It’s something ‘bout scheduling changes. My part of the PowerPoint is done, so I just need you to finish yours. Do you think you could have it done, like…preferably before 5:59 PM? And with no typos this time?” I can tell he’s trying not to sound annoyed with me, but it sneaks into his voice, anyway.

We both know I’m the eternal weak link in these presentations.

I give him a strained smile. “Yeah, no worries, Mickey. I’m sure I can finish by then.”

As long as I start directly after lunch, that is.

It’s fine.

Totally fine.

I would’ve had to give this same presentation in a week, anyway.

“Okay,” he nods, and for once, he looks more nervous about this presentation than I do. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, no. Of course.”

I push a split pea around with my fork and clear my throat. “Hey, that history paper last week was pretty intense, right? I mean –”

“I should get some food before the kitchens close,” he cuts me off. “I’ll see you tonight, Poppy.” And then he makes a bee-line in the opposite direction, presumably before I can hold a gun to his head and force him into more small-talk.

I mash a pea beneath my spoon.

I don’t blame Mickey for icing me out the same way everyone else does. In any other context, coming from families who coupon probably wouldn’t be enough to warrant a friendship, but here…

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