flirted
with anyone else or anything even remotely close to it.
If
either of us had any reason to be insecure, it was me.
When we got home, I crammed in a quick sandwich
then wallowed alone in my room with Coco all night. I still
didn’t have any real homework yet, so I buried myself in one
of the books from my reading list until it was time for bed.
Just before I shut out the light, my phone buzzed. A text from
Rachel.
“Mwah!”
I smiled, knowing that Zach probably went out of his
way to get that message to me.
I sent the same sentiment
back and turned my phone off for the night.
11. Now What?
I figured that the next two weeks would be pretty
boring, and Thursday proved that by crawling by at the speed
of a snail. So by the time Friday came, I was already dreading
the weekend. There was some serious shopping required if I
wanted to look extra hot for our “special” date the second he
wasn’t grounded anymore, but that was the only thing on my
social calendar.
Thanks to cheerleading, dates with Boone,
and working with Shelly; Rachel had zero free time. So I went
out on a limb and asked Chloe if she would want to go
shopping with me on Sunday. She was all for the idea and we
agreed to meet at the Chicken Shack at noon.
Now that I had
two female friends, I kind of felt popular.
So when I got to phys ed, I was feeling fairly positive
about the whole situation. I should have known better. The
second things start to improve, something always has to go
wrong. And this time, it went really wrong.
My first problem was Misty. When Coach Hunter split
us up into two teams, I prayed that Misty wouldn’t be on mine
so of course she was—along with her snotty little friend
Jordyn.
Great.
Two bitches for the price of one. I didn’t totally suck at volleyball, but I wasn’t the greatest and with
both of them staring at me and whispering, any skills I did
have went out the window.
When a ball sailed right to me, I got distracted and
missed it entirely giving the other team the winning point.
That’s when I heard it. The comment that started it all.
“If that’s how she handles all balls, no wonder Zach’s
such a raging mass of testosterone,” Misty said smirking at
me.
Rage rippled like flames up the sides of my face. How dare she? She didn’t know the first thing about our
relationship. I wanted to rip her face off with my bare hands
but what she said struck a raw nerve. Was sexual frustration
the reason Zach was getting into so many fights?
And if so,
why wasn’t he doing anything about it? Which was worse—
her nasty comment or the fact that she just might be right?
I
walked into the locker room with a chip on my shoulder the
size of…the size of…something large, something very, very
large. So when I started to undress and Creepy Girl sat down
right beside me, I blew a gasket.
“Stop freaking staring at me! And for real, stop
following me around.” I blasted out without even turning to
look at her.
“I wasn’t staring at you and I’m sure as hell not
following you, you freak.”
The voice that answered me wasn’t the voice I was
expecting. It wasn’t Creepy Girl that responded—it was
Misty.
I turned to see who was sitting next to me. It was the
same strange blond girl who dogged me all week long. But
one second
she
was
there
staring
at me
with
a hollow
expression and the next she vanished right before my eyes. It
was only then that I saw Misty standing directly behind where
the girl had been sitting.
My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. She was a
ghost. My mystery stalker wasn’t Misty’s apprentice, she was dead . She followed me around all week and I didn’t even have
the slightest clue that she wasn’t flesh and blood until now. I
panicked.
Rita was right about my near death experience
which opened up a whole new set of problems not to mention
what I’d just done. As much as I despised her, I didn’t mean to
start a fight with Misty but that was exactly what I just did.
with anyone else or anything even remotely close to it.
If
either of us had any reason to be insecure, it was me.
When we got home, I crammed in a quick sandwich
then wallowed alone in my room with Coco all night. I still
didn’t have any real homework yet, so I buried myself in one
of the books from my reading list until it was time for bed.
Just before I shut out the light, my phone buzzed. A text from
Rachel.
“Mwah!”
I smiled, knowing that Zach probably went out of his
way to get that message to me.
I sent the same sentiment
back and turned my phone off for the night.
11. Now What?
I figured that the next two weeks would be pretty
boring, and Thursday proved that by crawling by at the speed
of a snail. So by the time Friday came, I was already dreading
the weekend. There was some serious shopping required if I
wanted to look extra hot for our “special” date the second he
wasn’t grounded anymore, but that was the only thing on my
social calendar.
Thanks to cheerleading, dates with Boone,
and working with Shelly; Rachel had zero free time. So I went
out on a limb and asked Chloe if she would want to go
shopping with me on Sunday. She was all for the idea and we
agreed to meet at the Chicken Shack at noon.
Now that I had
two female friends, I kind of felt popular.
So when I got to phys ed, I was feeling fairly positive
about the whole situation. I should have known better. The
second things start to improve, something always has to go
wrong. And this time, it went really wrong.
My first problem was Misty. When Coach Hunter split
us up into two teams, I prayed that Misty wouldn’t be on mine
so of course she was—along with her snotty little friend
Jordyn.
Great.
Two bitches for the price of one. I didn’t totally suck at volleyball, but I wasn’t the greatest and with
both of them staring at me and whispering, any skills I did
have went out the window.
When a ball sailed right to me, I got distracted and
missed it entirely giving the other team the winning point.
That’s when I heard it. The comment that started it all.
“If that’s how she handles all balls, no wonder Zach’s
such a raging mass of testosterone,” Misty said smirking at
me.
Rage rippled like flames up the sides of my face. How dare she? She didn’t know the first thing about our
relationship. I wanted to rip her face off with my bare hands
but what she said struck a raw nerve. Was sexual frustration
the reason Zach was getting into so many fights?
And if so,
why wasn’t he doing anything about it? Which was worse—
her nasty comment or the fact that she just might be right?
I
walked into the locker room with a chip on my shoulder the
size of…the size of…something large, something very, very
large. So when I started to undress and Creepy Girl sat down
right beside me, I blew a gasket.
“Stop freaking staring at me! And for real, stop
following me around.” I blasted out without even turning to
look at her.
“I wasn’t staring at you and I’m sure as hell not
following you, you freak.”
The voice that answered me wasn’t the voice I was
expecting. It wasn’t Creepy Girl that responded—it was
Misty.
I turned to see who was sitting next to me. It was the
same strange blond girl who dogged me all week long. But
one second
she
was
there
staring
at me
with
a hollow
expression and the next she vanished right before my eyes. It
was only then that I saw Misty standing directly behind where
the girl had been sitting.
My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. She was a
ghost. My mystery stalker wasn’t Misty’s apprentice, she was dead . She followed me around all week and I didn’t even have
the slightest clue that she wasn’t flesh and blood until now. I
panicked.
Rita was right about my near death experience
which opened up a whole new set of problems not to mention
what I’d just done. As much as I despised her, I didn’t mean to
start a fight with Misty but that was exactly what I just did.
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