"Replica03 - Another Amy - Kaye, Marilyn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kaye Marilyn)

Eric spoke before Amy could. "Because it's a big secret. The memo said teachers shouldn't tell us students because we'd get too distracted. I guess it would really freak them out if we ever got excited about something."
"How do you know so much about this?" Tasha asked her brother.
He nodded toward Amy. "She told me."
Just then, from a distance, a male voice bellowed, "Yo, Morgan!" Eric turned and waved at two boys half a block away. "I gotta see those guys." He took off to join his friends.
Tasha turned to Amy. "It's a secret? And you told Eric?" She looked surprised, and a little hurt. "You told Eric and not me?"
"He was there when I saw the memo," Amy said. "I meant to tell you. I guess I forgot."
A flicker of doubt crossed Tasha's face. Then she frowned. "I can't believe you told Eric something you don't want the entire universe to know. He's got a big mouth."
"Oh, Tasha, that's not true. I can trust Eric to keep a secret." Amy turned to look back at him with his buddies. They had their heads together, and they were laughing. She supposed that if she concentrated, she could hear what they were talking about, but she never felt right eavesdropping. Besides, what could they be laughing about that she would want to know?
"Eric can keep a secret," she said again. Tasha just shrugged. She was still clearly a little annoyed that Eric knew something about Amy that she hadn't known first.
It was while she was on her way to lunch three and a half hours later that Amy got the first indication that her trust in Eric might be misplaced. The door of a girls' rest room opened as she passed, and she caught a snippet of conversation.
"Wouldn't it be so amazing if there's someone fabulous in the movie? Like Leonardo DiCaprio or Brad Pitt? Or the guy who killed everyone in Scream? The first one, not the second."
Of course, the girls could have been talking about a movie they were planning to see that coming weekend. But Amy's fears were confirmed when she joined the line at the cafeteria. The two boys in front of her were talking.
"I think Demi Moore's in it."
"No way, she's too old to be in middle school."
"She could be playing a teacher."
Amy was scowling by the time she reached the table where Tasha was already seated. She slammed her tray down.
"What's the matter?" Tasha asked.
Before Amy could tell her, two girls from their American history class sat down at the table. "I wonder if any of us will get to be in it," one of them said to the other.
"I'll bet they'll need extras," the other one said.
Amy pretended to be confused. "What are you guys talking about?"
"The movie! Didn't you hear about it? They're making a movie right here at Parkside."
"Who told you that?" Amy demanded.
"It's all over school," the girl said. "Everyone knows about it, Amy. Where have you been?"
Aghast, Amy looked at Tasha, who nodded wisely. "I told you he wouldn't be able to keep it a secret."
Amy sank back in her chair. She couldn't believe itЧbut it was so obviously true. On the way to school, Eric must have told his friends about the movie. Those two friends could have spread the word in their homerooms. Those classmates could have passed the message to friends in second period, who would then have moved on to third period . . . yes, it was easy to see how the news could have gotten all over school by lunchtime.
The shock passed, and anger took its place. How could Eric do this to her? She'd made it very dear that this was a secret, that she was sharing the news with him and him alone.
At least Tasha was sympathetic. "Don't worry about it," she advised. "Everyone would have found out sooner or later."
"Yeah, I guess so. But that's not the point." Amy leaned forward so only Tasha could hear her. "If I can't trust Eric with that secret . . ."
She didn't need to say more. Tasha understood what Amy was implying. She shook her head almost violently and actually defended her brother.
"Oh, no, he would never tell anyone about"Чshe lowered her voice to a whisperЧ"that. He knows how dangerous it would be for you. This movie thing isn't a really important secret. And no one will be able to trace it back to you. You won't get into any trouble."
That was true, but it didn't make Amy feel any better. After all, a secret was a secret, and as far as she was concerned, you could either trust someone or you couldn't. Apparently, Eric couldn't be trusted. And that really saddened her. When she spotted him coming out of the cafeteria line, she hurried over and cornered him before he reached his table.
"I can't believe you did that!" she snapped.
"Huh?"
"I told you it was a secret, Eric! And you went and blabbed to everyone!"
"What are you talking about?" The lack of comprehension on his face was almost believable.
"The movie! Everyone at school knows there's going to be a movie made here and it's because you can't keep a secret!"
"I didn't tell anyone about the movie," he said indignantly.
Amy gave him the harshest look she could muster up. "Oh, please! I'm no fool. You and Tasha were the only people I told, and I know Tasha would never reveal a secret. I just hope you don't plan on telling people any other secrets of mine!" With that, she whirled around and went back to her table. She didn't sit down, though. She had completely lost her appetite.
"I'm going to the rest room," she told Tasha. Tasha didn't offer to join her. She could tell when Amy wanted to be alone.
But Amy hadn't been in the rest room for more than fifteen seconds before the door swung open. And the last person she wanted to see at that momentЧor at any momentЧsauntered in.
Jeanine went directly to a mirror, examining herself with an intensity that was unusual even for someone as vain as she was. Then she turned to Amy with a thin, forced smile and an expression Amy knew too well: Jeanine was about to regale her with a new accomplishment.
"I'm going to be in the movie," she announced.
"What?"
"Middle School Maniac. Haven't you heard about it? It's going to be filmed right here at Parkside. And I'm going to have a part in it."
Amy looked at her skeptically. Jeanine was pretty, she had to admit that; but while Amy didn't know anything about show business, she was sure you couldn't just waltz up to the director and get a part. "I don't think you should count on that, Jeanine. I heard we're not supposed to bother the movie people."
Jeanine continued to display her nasty little smile. "You're not supposed to bother the movie people. But, see, my father's bank is investing in this film, and the producer had dinner at our house on Sunday. He said he'd tell the director to give me a part."
At this point, Amy half-expected Jeanine to stick out her tongue and say, "So there," but they were practically teenagers now, so Jeanine managed to control herself. Since Amy had no particular interest in a film career, Jeanine's announcement wasn't unnerving. But a thought struck her.
"Wait a minute . . . this means you knew about the movie last weekend."
"Oh, I've known about it for ages," Jeanine said airily.
"And you probably told everyone you knew."