person I knew I could
ask anything of.
“Hey, Lain. What’s
shakin’?” Jake answered, sounding more cheery than I expected him to be.
“I need you to come with
me. I think I found something.”
“I was worried when you
left last night. You all right?”
“Yeah. I just need some
help.”
I’ll pick you up in half
an hour.” His tone drifted into a more serious one. He clearly understood what
I meant.
“Kay.” I hung up and
stared at the wall, wondering if Sage somehow had the dress duplicated. And
afterward she could have manipulated Rachel by telling her that the silver
dress looked bad on her and she should give it to Sierra. Then the blonde, a
friend of Sage’s we didn't know, wore the silver duplicate. It made sense, but
why? Why would Sage want to kill Rachel and then Andrew’s dad?
Of course she would’ve
had so much opportunity it was ridiculous.
It wasn't a stretch to
suggest that she had lured Rachel into the woods after they had been fighting,
killed her, maybe with the help of the girl in the silver dress. Then drugged
herself and got the girl with the silver dress to make sure they were
positioned.
It made sense why she had
tried to drug the rest of us. That took care of the people who would most
likely be with Rachel.
Or was she trying to
frame one of us?
Of
course, Lindsey.
I flashed back to the fight
between Sage and Ashton.
“Wait.” My brain did
another loop of the facts we had found.
There was also the
distinct possibility she was framing Ashton. The favorite
child. She started the fight with him, provoking him so he was angry
before he even left for the party. Then killed Rachel and forced Ashton to
leave with her threatening letters.
And then of course she
went after Lindsey—she had stolen Vincent from her.
The puzzle was making
sense but things were still missing.
Like why Mr. Henning?
I closed the spider web
and turned, grabbing a hoodie and some jeans so I would at least be
comfortable.
A small part of me wanted
to put on makeup and redo my hair in case we found Ashton. I didn't want to
look plain. Especially since Jake had said that Ashton would be searching for
me if I were the one missing. That made me think he cared.
I glanced at the hoodie
and pressed my lips together, dropping it, and picking a cute blouse. I pulled
the extra tight sports bra off, releasing the girls, and grabbed a cute lacy
bra that didn't hide even the slightest bit of boob. I watched myself in the
mirror as I put it on, struggling with the fact I looked like a Victoria’s
Secret model.
My instincts were to shut
it down, but I forced myself to keep it on and dragged on the blouse. The
flimsy material and lacy bra made me uncomfortable so I hauled on a cardigan to
at least appease the part of me that didn't like feeling sexy. When you
remembered how every pair of eyes had leered at your chest, even when you were
very young, it was hard to want to be sexy.
I had spent an entire
lifetime being the girl who went under the radar. I was never going to be
comfortable with being seen. I was still the only one the rag papers didn't
hunt and follow. They rarely even got my name right if I was in the picture. It
suited me just fine.
I slipped on a pair of
black leggings and some knee-high boots. The dark floral blouse and beige
cardigan just covered my butt, but the leggings were so tight they showed off a
lot of leg.
Not fighting the desire
to look somewhat attractive to him, I dragged my ponytail out and fluffed my
hair. The curls were still there from the night before. I grabbed mascara and lip gloss and did the bare minimum to ensure I didn't look
too tired.
Not that I was.
I was on edge about
everything.
Lindsey hated me and had
assumed something that I didn't know if a simple sorry would fix. And if I was
being honest, I sort of hated her. Telling me to get my own boyfriend and some
self-esteem was going to stick with me for a long time.
I felt betrayed. My mind
whispered that I didn't
ask anything of.
“Hey, Lain. What’s
shakin’?” Jake answered, sounding more cheery than I expected him to be.
“I need you to come with
me. I think I found something.”
“I was worried when you
left last night. You all right?”
“Yeah. I just need some
help.”
I’ll pick you up in half
an hour.” His tone drifted into a more serious one. He clearly understood what
I meant.
“Kay.” I hung up and
stared at the wall, wondering if Sage somehow had the dress duplicated. And
afterward she could have manipulated Rachel by telling her that the silver
dress looked bad on her and she should give it to Sierra. Then the blonde, a
friend of Sage’s we didn't know, wore the silver duplicate. It made sense, but
why? Why would Sage want to kill Rachel and then Andrew’s dad?
Of course she would’ve
had so much opportunity it was ridiculous.
It wasn't a stretch to
suggest that she had lured Rachel into the woods after they had been fighting,
killed her, maybe with the help of the girl in the silver dress. Then drugged
herself and got the girl with the silver dress to make sure they were
positioned.
It made sense why she had
tried to drug the rest of us. That took care of the people who would most
likely be with Rachel.
Or was she trying to
frame one of us?
Of
course, Lindsey.
I flashed back to the fight
between Sage and Ashton.
“Wait.” My brain did
another loop of the facts we had found.
There was also the
distinct possibility she was framing Ashton. The favorite
child. She started the fight with him, provoking him so he was angry
before he even left for the party. Then killed Rachel and forced Ashton to
leave with her threatening letters.
And then of course she
went after Lindsey—she had stolen Vincent from her.
The puzzle was making
sense but things were still missing.
Like why Mr. Henning?
I closed the spider web
and turned, grabbing a hoodie and some jeans so I would at least be
comfortable.
A small part of me wanted
to put on makeup and redo my hair in case we found Ashton. I didn't want to
look plain. Especially since Jake had said that Ashton would be searching for
me if I were the one missing. That made me think he cared.
I glanced at the hoodie
and pressed my lips together, dropping it, and picking a cute blouse. I pulled
the extra tight sports bra off, releasing the girls, and grabbed a cute lacy
bra that didn't hide even the slightest bit of boob. I watched myself in the
mirror as I put it on, struggling with the fact I looked like a Victoria’s
Secret model.
My instincts were to shut
it down, but I forced myself to keep it on and dragged on the blouse. The
flimsy material and lacy bra made me uncomfortable so I hauled on a cardigan to
at least appease the part of me that didn't like feeling sexy. When you
remembered how every pair of eyes had leered at your chest, even when you were
very young, it was hard to want to be sexy.
I had spent an entire
lifetime being the girl who went under the radar. I was never going to be
comfortable with being seen. I was still the only one the rag papers didn't
hunt and follow. They rarely even got my name right if I was in the picture. It
suited me just fine.
I slipped on a pair of
black leggings and some knee-high boots. The dark floral blouse and beige
cardigan just covered my butt, but the leggings were so tight they showed off a
lot of leg.
Not fighting the desire
to look somewhat attractive to him, I dragged my ponytail out and fluffed my
hair. The curls were still there from the night before. I grabbed mascara and lip gloss and did the bare minimum to ensure I didn't look
too tired.
Not that I was.
I was on edge about
everything.
Lindsey hated me and had
assumed something that I didn't know if a simple sorry would fix. And if I was
being honest, I sort of hated her. Telling me to get my own boyfriend and some
self-esteem was going to stick with me for a long time.
I felt betrayed. My mind
whispered that I didn't
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