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another Settler. But considering it was Monica standing there, in all her cruel and beautiful senior glory, it was hard to summon up the slightest bit of relief, let alone gratitude. “Really, Megan, summoning an Unsettled during the day. That’s like . . . toddler stuff, you know that, right?”
     
    “Listen, Monica, I just—”
     
    “Just came back into your power. Yeah, I heard.” And she was entirely unimpressed, as usual. But when wasn’t Monica totally unimpressed with anyone other than herself? “Have you Marked him yet?”
     
    “Not yet, but I—”
     
    “Seriously, Megan, you really need to get it together.”
     
    “Hey,” Terrence said, eyes narrowing. “You’re that chick from the mall, aren’t—”
     
    “Nice to see you again too.” Monica cut Terrence off with a sigh, putting one hand to his forehead while she fished her cell from the front pocket of her jeans with the other. “Return to your grave and rest in peace.”
     
    Terrence was already streaking away as Monica lifted the phone to her ear. “Hey, Sue. I’m here with Megan Berry. She summoned an Unsettled this morning and will need to have the grave sealed so she doesn’t have to cut school.” She snatched the paper from my hand and repeated the cemetery and plot number to the woman on the phone. “Thanks, Sue. Yeah, I’ll definitely tell her.”
     
    “Tell me what?” I asked. Monica snapped the phone shut and shot me a look of completely false pity from her bright blue eyes.
     
    With her dark brown, nearly black hair, those eyes always looked out of place to me but in an exotic, gorgeous kind of way. Everything about Monica was perfect and gorgeous, from the shiny straight hair hanging down to her butt to her size-two body. I supposed that was why she was part of the social elite, despite the fact that she was in training to be the devil’s handmaiden.
     
    “Sue said you should really go home and stay with your mommy if you can’t even remember how to shield.”
     
    “I remember how to shield just fine,” I snapped, mentally firming up said shields as I spoke. Maybe I hadn’t been shielding strongly enough before, but I certainly was now.
     
    “Right, that’s why you’re summoning pervert zombies.” Monica looked me up and down, her upper lip curling with distaste. “But then again, maybe you enjoy dead people seeing you naked. Is that the only way you can get a boy’s attention, Meg?”
     
    “Give me a break, Monica,” I said, wishing I could say something nastier, but knowing I had to at least fake civility.
     
    Not only was Monica queen bee at CHS and capable of making sure Josh never spoke to me again, she was also cocaptain of the pom squad. Her vote would help determine whether I made the team next week. I couldn’t afford to piss her off no matter how much I’d like to tell her to go eat about a pound of dog poo and die.
     
    “Sorry, Megan, no breaks for Settlers who mess up.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I’ll be telling my SA liaison about the zombie I saw streaking in here this morning and anything else funky you get up to.”
     
    “Please, Monica, I swear I—”
     
    “Ethan told me he took it easy on you the other night, but I’m not willing to risk being discovered because you can’t handle yourself,” she said, picking her monster purse up off the floor.
     
    She’d talked to Ethan? About me? He’d called the Monicster and told her about meeting me in the graveyard? In the old days he’d hated her as much as I had. Well, maybe not quite as much, since she’d never shown him her witchiest side. He was cute and flirtworthy, and she had always been in need of his advice and comfort and . . . Hmm . . .
     
    There was something prodding at my memory, something about Ethan and Monica, but . . . I couldn’t place it. I was on the verge of figuring it out when someone called my name from outside the locker room.
     
    “Megan? Are you in here? I—” Jess poked