By Wednesday I knew something was up. Our private prep school thrives on scandal. The beach bust had fed the gossip mills for the last couple of weeks, but since Mark had taken Bethany and I home the three of us had been largely ignored.
Joe’s involvement and parental house arrest was discussed as much as Camden’s sudden departure to an all-girls boarding school. There was actually a betting pool on who the next *what’s her name* would be when his grounding was up in two weeks.
When Bethany’s name showed up on a copy of the pool I found in the girls’ locker room, I figured it was someone’s idea of a joke. Then I noticed groups of girls whispering together would stop when I walked by. I finally figured out what happened when I was on my way into the lunch room. My brother grabbed my arm and pulled me into a side hallway.
“What the fuck, Steph? Who did you tell?” he hissed.
At first I was confused, then it was like a light went on and I saw what had happened. The word must be out that Joe was hooking up with Bethany.