Thirteen: Gotcha!

"Hanna? Hanna?"

Hanna opened one eye and saw her father standing in her doorway. She bolted upright. There was a dirty-sock taste in her mouth, and her head felt like it weighed a million pounds. She also had the sneaking suspicion she reeked of alcohol—she couldn't remember showering after she got back from Snooker's last night.

"Your alarm has been going off for a half hour." Mr. Marin pointed to Hanna's cell phone on the nightstand, which was blinking on and off. "Some of us are trying to get a little bit of extra sleep."

Hanna looked groggily at her phone, then pressed a button to stop the alarm noise. "Sorry," she mumbled. Her father grumbled something and shut her door.

She looked at the lock. It was 5:30 A.M., time to get up for the morning session of boot camp. Hanna groaned and rolled out of bed, regretting the tequila shot she'd done with Dinah last night in celebration that Vince was a loser. The shot had cut the night short—after downing it, Dinah's face had turned green, and she'd run to the bathroom. When she returned, she said she should head home. After that, the only thing Hanna remembered was stuffing enough money in the Hollis meter to leave the Prius parked there overnight, calling a calm and stumbling blindly into the house. Luckily, Isabel, her father, and Kate had been out doing some kind of Twelve Days of Christmas activity, so no one had caught her.

She managed to pull on exercise gear, slide her feet into her sneakers, call a cab to retrieve her car in Hollis, and drive to the gym. As she walked toward Body Tonic's front entrance, she pulled out her phone and composed a text to Dinah. Are you here today? Feeling as shitty as I am? If only I had some AminoSpa—ha, ha.

She hit Send, expecting Dina to text her back immediately, but she got no reply. Maybe Dinah had ditched boot camp and was still asleep.

The inside of Body Tonic smelled like massage oil and fresh flowers, which made Hanna's stomach turn. The perky girl at the front desk gave her a wave, and Hanna trudge into the changing room without saying hello back. She checked her phone once more before throwing it in her locker, but Dinah still hadn't replied. Shrugging, she headed for the room where boot camp always met. When she pushed through the doors and saw Dinah standing against the mirror, her head thrown back in laughter, Hanna stopped short.

Dinah looked fresh an healthy, as though she hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol last night. She was standing next to Vince, an AminoSpa bottle in hand, grinning at him as though he was the Messiah. Vince was grinning at her, too.

"Your rendition of 'Away in a Manger' was amazing," Dinah cooed. "So heartfelt."

"Yeah, well, everyone was really into the way you put together that impromptu Nativity play on Mr. Larsen's lawn," Vince answered. "What made you think of doing something like that?"

"Oh, I don't know." Dinah lowered her lashes. "I've been caroling since my first Communion. I really know how to get people into the spirit."

She took Vince's hand. Vince wrapped his fingers around hers and squeezed. They looked into each other's eyes like they were soul mates, and then moved closer and kissed.

Hanna's mouth dropped open. She wanted to run out of the room, but the bottoms of her sneakers felt rubber-cemented to the floor. Dinah had gone..caroling? As in the caroling Hanna had told her about? How Dinah had said Vince was a loser. How Dinah had said they were better off without him. How she'd skipped out shortly after Hanna had told her about Vince's secret caroling mission, claiming the tequila shot had made he sick.

Was it all a ruse?

A tortured-sounding squeak spilled from her lips, and Dinah and Vince turned. As soon as Dinah spotted Hanna, the corners of her bow-shaped lips curled into an evil smile. Vince gave Hanna a sheepish wave. Hanna grabbed Dinah's arm. "We need to talk."

She dragged Dinah into the hall, stopping next to a large stack of Pilates Magic Circles. "What the hell?"

Dinah rocked back and forth on her heels. "What the hell what?" Her voice sounded nothing like the awesome, friendly, conspiratorial girl who'd sat next to Hanna at Snooker's last night.

"I thought we called a truce! I thought we both decided he was a loser!"

Dinah started laughing. "I told you he'd go for me. All's fair in love and war."

Hanna's head swirled, knocking her off-balance. "I can't believe you," she whispered, feeling her throat get froggy and tears rush to her eyes. More images from last night flashed in her mind. How Dinah had said, off-handedly, that she'd love for Hanna to go to Larchmont Academy—she could use someone cool like Hanna there. How Dinah promised to introduce Hanna to her Bazaar-editor aunt when she visited for Christmas. How Dinah had given Hanna a big hug when they left, saying she'd see her tomorrow.

"I thought we were friends," Hanna sputtered.

"Oh please." Dinah rolled her eyes. "You're just pissed because I tricked you. Like you wouldn't have done the same thing to me?"

"I wouldn't have. I didn't," Hanna squeaked, her voice sounding way more pathetic and vulnerable than she would have liked. And then, before the tears could spill down her cheeks, she whirled around and headed for the locker room. Her fingers shook as she worked the combination to her locker. She grabbed her bag and marched out of the gym without even putting on her coat.

As soon as she emerged into the chilly air, she let out a pent-up sob. The tears streamed hot and fat down her face. She staggered to her car and leaned on the hood, feeling like a huge water balloon inside of her had burst. She cried for Ali's dead. The horror of Mona. The nightmare that was her new family. That she hadn't heard from Lucas at all. That she had pursued Vince at all, when who she really wanted was Lucas. Everything just felt so…wrong.

"Aw, is someone crushed?"

Hanna gazed across the parking lot through blurry tears. A figure stood on the other side of her car, a sneaky smile on her face. For a moment, Hanna was afraid it was Ali. But then her vision cleared. This girl had chestnut-colored hair, not blond. It was Kate standing there against the door of her Honda Civic, staring at Hanna at he worst.