"Do you?" she asks, chuckling. "Have you even done any research yet before you met him in his suite all dressed up like the slutty version of Cinderella?"
I ignore the insult, since how the hell does she know about me meeting Mark in his room? What else does she know? She must've followed me there.
"He wasn't at the party, so I went up to his room to talk to him," I lie.
"Sure you did," Lucy muses. "But your private life is none of my concern. I should warn you though, Mark Cross is not the school boy you used to know, I'll bet my life on it."
My heart’s racing, because she's probably right. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I wouldn't be so quick to trust him as you do. His ex-girlfriends would back me up, I'm sure. If they still could."
My mouth's working, but I can't get a sentence
