SVH04-Power Play (8 page)

During the following hectic few weeks, Elizabeth saw Robin from time to time walking through the halls of the school. Always she focused straight ahead, not speaking to anyone, as though she were willing herself to be alone, to disappear. She even began to look different, though Elizabeth couldn't figure out what was changing. She was clearly a new person, and

Elizabeth just didn't know whether it was for better or worse.

Something also happened with Lila Fowler. Elizabeth had noticed that Lila was dressing more and more wildly, wearing elaborate jewelry and extremely flashy clothes. At the same time, she seemed less involved with her friends and more interested in sounding off on her own desires and, as Elizabeth suspected, fantasies.

"I might be transferring," she said mysteriously one day. "I might go to school in the East."

"Where?" Jessica asked, wide-eyed.

"New York," said Lila. "My father knows the head of the American Academy of Dramatic Arts. I just may go there."

"Really?" Jessica was impressed.

"Actually, my father wants me to go to the Sorbonne in Paris," Lila went on. "He spends most of his time planning my future. It's really wonderful to have a father who wants to spend every minute with you."

Jessica filled Elizabeth's ears with Lila's extraordinary plans at every opportunity. Lila Fowler was not only the richest and one of the most beautiful girls at Sweet Valley High, it seemed to Jessica, but she also had the most adoring, generous father.

"Is she still giving you things?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes, sometimes," Jessica said. "Are you jealous, Liz?"

"No," Elizabeth replied flatly. "Worried" would have been the better word, though she didn't say so.

"Do you like them?" Jessica asked, flicking the earrings that dangled attractively against her blond hair. Elizabeth took one between her fingers and looked at it. It was an exquisite, carefully detailed gold butterfly hanging from a delicate gold chain. Clearly very expensive. It was time for a showdown with her twin sister.

"Jessica, where did you get those earrings?" Elizabeth demanded.

"I told you--from Lila. Her aunt--"

"I asked Lila about her aunt in New York-- and she's not a very good liar. I don't believe there's any such aunt, Jessica, so let's drop that."

Jessica turned an expression of total defiance toward her. "What are you saying, Liz?"

"Is that your story? Lila gave them to you?"

"It's the only story I know," Jessica snapped.

"You didn't get them yourself? From somewhere. Maybe at the mall?"

"I couldn't afford these earrings, and you know it. They probably cost fifty or sixty dollars."

"Jessica, they probably cost two hundred and

fifty dollars! Will you wake up? Something's crazy here."

"Elizabeth, I will not listen to any more. Lila said her aunt gave them to her, and she gave them to me. What am I supposed to do--throw them back in her face? Anyway," Jessica rushed on, "maybe Lila just likes to buy me presents and was too embarrassed to admit it. She doesn't like to flaunt her money," Jessica added, knowing full well that wasn't true. She simply wanted to keep the gifts and was desperately searching for a good reason to do so.

"Jessica, I want your word--your absolute, solemn word--that you didn't . . . take them from someplace."

Jessica looked completely stunned. But a moment later, her shock turned to intense indignation as she considered what her twin had suggested.

"Elizabeth, that's too much! I'm going to tell Mom!"

"No, no, Jessie. Don't. It's OK--I believe you. I'm only worried, that's all. I didn't mean it."

Elizabeth quietly berated herself for being so suspicious of everyone. Maybe she was just tired these days, with so many things on her mind. Todd had complained at the Dairi Burger the day before that she always seemed off in

another world. He had sounded annoyed, which was unusual for him. It seemed that she was upsetting everyone these days.

The day after her confrontation with Jessica, Elizabeth decided to make it up to Todd by getting him a special gift for his birthday. She had noticed that at basketball practice he tossed his wristwatch onto his sweat shirt lying on the sidelines because the watchband had worn through. She'd get him a really nice new band.

Hurrying through the mall after school, she headed for a little jeweler's shop where she had seen a selection of rich, dark leather watchbands in the window. They had the warm, masculine quality she associated with Todd. As she was about to enter the store, something caught her eye. An oddly dressed young woman was standing in Lisette's studying the counters. She was wearing a pair of bright green, skin-tight pants and a loose striped blouse that looked as though it could accommodate two people.

The young woman's back was facing her, but Elizabeth saw her palm a gold bracelet while the saleslady wasn't looking. She slipped the bracelet into her pocket, then turned and strolled away. For the first time Elizabeth had a clear view of her.

The thief had been brazen, stealing almost openly, as though she didn't care whether or not she were caught. As she strolled away, there was an absolutely calm expression on Lila Fowler's face.

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Elizabeth forgot all about buying Todd's watchband. As if hypnotized, she followed her sister's friend in silence.

Lila Fowler strolled casually through the mall without looking back and kept her hand in the pocket that held the stolen bracelet. Elizabeth numbly trailed her as far as the entrance arch and then watched her get into her lime green Triumph. Only when Lila's car was completely out of sight did Elizabeth come out of her trancelike state.

"This is too much for me," she blurted out loud as she retraced her steps back to the jeweler's shop.

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As she got closer, she saw the saleslady at Lisette's frantically checking the jewelry on her counter. Clearly upset, the woman looked around anxiously, and her gaze fell upon Elizabeth, who seemed to be lingering outside.

"Hey--hey, there--you!"

It was like a scene from a tragic movie, Elizabeth thought later, where an innocent person unwittingly becomes implicated in a crime. Overwhelmed with fright, Elizabeth hurried around a corner of the mall and then, taking deep breaths, forced herself to walk home at a normal pace.

But being safely at home could not erase the terrible secret she had just uncovered. Lila Fowler was the shoplifter! Lila, probably the richest girl at Sweet Valley High! Here was a girl whose father gave her everything she ever wanted! A girl envied by all. Why did she do it?

Resting in her room, Elizabeth tried to sort out the reasons Lila would resort to stealing. She also tried to rid herself of the anger she felt for having to know about Lila in the first place. Elizabeth willed it to go away. Unfortunately, it couldn't be ignored. Not for long.

And she didn't know what to do.

Elizabeth suddenly became aware that she'd been able to question Jessica about the stolen items because she hadn't really thought Jessica

had taken anything. But confronting Lila was a whole different thing, and Elizabeth trembled at the idea of handling the problem on her own.

She had no idea what Lila might do if confronted. The possibilities were alarming--and endless. She finally decided to do nothing, hoping the problem would go away.

A wave of guilt raced through her now as she remembered how she had suspected Jessica. She got up from her bed, walked into Jessica's room, and hugged her. There were tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Jessie," she murmured. "You're a great sister."

Jessica looked at her twin in confusion. "What's the matter? What happened?" she asked, instinctively sensing a crisis.

"Nothing, Jess. I'm just sorry I suspected you of doing something you didn't do."

"Well, I'm glad you realize that, anyway. Robin Wilson was
your
doing!"

"OK," Elizabeth said, too tired to quarrel. Speaking of Robin, she hadn't seen much of her lately. "How is Robin, Jessie?"

"I don't know why you would ask me! Elizabeth, that girl has turned weird!"

"What do you mean?"

"Have you noticed her walking through the hall? She dresses like--I don't know what--like a gypsy. She's pale as a ghost, and I swear she acts like she's on something."

"Robin? Come on, Jess."

"Liz," said Jessica, her voice dropping dramatically to a whisper, "Liz, she looks right through me!"

Elizabeth had to agree. She had noticed that odd, vacant expression, too.

"And you know what else?" Jessica went on. "You know how we made her run the track? Well, she still does it--all the time."

That was true. Elizabeth had seen a solitary figure out on the track morning after morning, in baggy gray sweat clothes. Running, running, running.

"Yes, I've seen her."

"Liz, what's she doing? I hope this--this thing you made her do hasn't twisted her mind or something." Jessica seemed quite perturbed.

"I'll talk to her," Elizabeth said, then sighed.

"Would you, Liz? You know how to do things like that. And I just can't. I'm sure she's going off the deep end."

Elizabeth accepted Jessica's attitude that Robin Wilson was now her responsibility. She didn't forget that Robin had been Jessica's "best friend"

and that it was the Pi Beta hazing and cruelty that had apparently affected Robin so deeply. But as it often happened with the Wakefield twins, Jessica worked very hard to convince herself and others that nothing that went wrong was her fault, while Elizabeth usually found herself having to mop up the mess, no matter who had caused it.

"But, Jessica, there's one thing I want you to do."

"Sure, Lizzie. Anything."

"Stay away from Lila Fowler!"

"What?"

"And don't accept any gifts from her--no matter what they are or where she says they came from."

"What? Why?"

"Trust me."

"Elizabeth, you can't just ask me to discard my very best friend and not tell me why. Are you still jealous of Lila? Why are you so hateful and mean to her?"

"Jessica, do you believe I love you? I'm your sister and I want things to be good for you. I think Lila is heading for big trouble, and I'm afraid of the effects it'll have on you."

Elizabeth realized, too late, that she had opened up a Pandora's box. Jessica immediately

became extremely agitated, practically shouting questions at her sister, not even pausing for the answers. "What do you mean? What have you heard? How could you be so vile? Since when do you know Lila so well?"

"I can't answer you," Elizabeth replied firmly but reluctantly. She refused to say more. She was sure of her conviction that telling Jessica everything would be a very dangerous move. Jessica insisted angrily that her sister leave her room, and a very sorrowful Elizabeth obliged her. Jessica's fury was a burden she would just have to bear alone.

Early the next morning Elizabeth walked to the track behind Sweet Valley High, and there was the solitary figure running in sweat clothes.

Elizabeth sat in the bleachers and waited.

Robin was like a machine on the track. She looked strong, almost athletic. And, as always these days, she stared straight ahead, blotting out everything else. She ran relentlessly, and it occurred to Elizabeth that perhaps she was running toward something, something only she could see.

Finally, Robin trotted over to the bleachers and stopped. She looked at Elizabeth calmly.

"You must have run a mile," Elizabeth said hesitantly.

"Five miles."

"Robin, I know it's none of my business, but how are you doing?"

"Fine. In fact, super. Do you remember when we had to read
The Iliad?
Remember the part where the Greeks and Trojans came under the spell of one of the gods?"

"Excuse me?" Elizabeth stammered, wondering if Robin really was falling apart.

"You should read it over again," Robin said. "Especially the part where the person comes out of the spell and finally sees clearly."

"You're not angry at me anymore?"

"Angry? I should thank you. You're the only one of that bunch I would even talk to. But honestly, Liz, I really can't talk right now. See you later."

And off she jogged toward the gym.

The conversation left Elizabeth more perplexed than ever, though one thing was for sure. Robin didn't seem depressed. She was different, all right, but not in a negative way. Elizabeth was intrigued. Her reporter's mind began searching for some clue that would explain what was taking place.

One day she walked through the cafeteria

and sat down at a table to wait for her friend Enid. Looking around, she saw Robin sitting alone at a nearby table. Elizabeth started to speak but quickly changed her mind. The clue she had been searching for was right in front of her.

Robin's plate, usually heaped with french fries and double burgers, now held only lettuce leaves, two tomato slices, and a hard-boiled egg. Elizabeth watched her silently, and when Robin got up to walk away, she noticed it for certain. On the track in bulky sweat clothes it wasn't obvious. But now, even in a tent dress, it was: Robin Wilson was losing weight.

Every day before classes Elizabeth checked behind the school and always saw the lone figure circling the track in her sweat suit. Every lunchtime she noticed a subdued Robin looking a little tired and very alone, picking at a scaled- down lunch. One day a week or two later Elizabeth almost bumped into her coming down the stairs--and was astonished to realize the transformation that was occurring. The excess pounds were going rapidly, and the Robin who was emerging seemed like an entirely different girl. Elizabeth remembered the night of the dance-- Discodisaster--when she first realized that Robin had a pretty face. Now, as the weight fell away, that face was becoming more than just pretty.

Elizabeth grinned excitedly. "Robin, you're really losing weight." .

"Very observant," Robin responded, a note of sarcasm in her voice. "I hope you're doing it the right way Robin." Robin fixed her penetrating eyes on Elizabeth, "Liz, I may have been stupid about almost everything--the Pi Betas, Jessica, and maybe even you. But if you're asking me if I'm starving myself to death, I wouldn't give any of the PBAs the satisfaction." "Oh, Robin, I think you're terrific." The expressionless eyes seemed to glow with a momentary warmth, but then the mask returned. Nodding a goodbye, Robin hurried down the stairs.