last thing I wanted was to be friends with her. To top things off, it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. At least it was forgivable all those years ago with Jeremy, since I never told Lizzie about my feelings for him in the first place. Jeremy was different from other guys—he was one of my close friends. I was afraid if I let him know I thought there could be more between us, it would mess up our friendship. So I kept it to myself.
In eighth grade he told me he wanted to ask Lizzie to the Valentine’s Day dance. Not knowing how to respond, I froze and told him I thought it would be a great idea. They went to the dance together, and in less than a month they were an official couple. He never knew about my feelings for him, and I always thought it was best that way. He and Lizzie were good together. It was my fault for not taking action sooner, and I wasn’t about to get between them. I got over him a few months later.
But with Drew … this was a different situation. Lizzie knew about my feelings for him, but she went for him anyway. Everyone might think Lizzie’s an angel, but I knew better. She was selfish, and she was going to pay.
Still staring in the mirror, I made myself a promise.
I was going to get revenge.
CHAPTER 2
My cell phone buzzed on my nightstand, waking me up the next morning. I turned over to check the clock, groaning when I saw it was 11:00 AM. I couldn’t fall asleep last night because I kept thinking about everything that had happened with Drew and Lizzie at the party on Friday, and how my chances of getting him back looked like they were slim to none. I just wanted to lie in bed all day, watch sad romance movies, and maybe get some homework done. Anything to keep my mind off Drew and Lizzie.
I glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Shannon. She wasn’t the type of person who liked to be ignored, so I picked up the phone and answered it.
“What’s up?” I asked, my voice hoarse from just waking up.
“Hey, Chelsea. We’re going to the mall today,” she said. If she noticed how she woke me up, she didn’t let on.
“When?” I rubbed my eyes and flopped over in bed. My white pillowcase was covered with black smudge marks since I’d forgotten to take off my makeup the night before. Hopefully it wouldn’t stain.
“Whenever you’re ready,” she said, her voice chirpy and bright.
“You never struck me as a morning person,” I grumbled.
She ignored my comment. “So, I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes? ”
Apparently I was going to the mall today, whether I liked it or not.
I had to give Shannon some credit though—I was happy someone was reaching out to me. She was the one who stayed with me at her party when I cried in the bathroom for an hour after Drew chased after Lizzie. I didn’t understand the motives behind her sudden kindness, but I appreciated it. Lizzie was usually the one who helped me through tough times, but since she couldn’t help when she was the one making me upset, I was glad Shannon could. Plus, I loved the mall. Maybe a trip there would help me feel better about this mess.
“That sounds good.” I tried to put some gratitude into my tone. “I’ll see you soon.”
I managed to get out of bed and changed into jeans and a red, long-sleeved shirt. Red was my best color, and even though it was only a mall trip with Shannon, I still wanted to look good. I put on some light makeup—nothing too extreme since it was daytime—and was ready to go with ten minutes to spare.
I went downstairs to say hi to my dad, but he was nowhere to be found . That was strange, since he was normally up by now, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the Sunday paper. I did find a note that he left, letting me know he had gone out for breakfast and would be back soon.
I wondered who he had gone out with. My dad had been doing this a lot recently—going out to get food and being vague
In eighth grade he told me he wanted to ask Lizzie to the Valentine’s Day dance. Not knowing how to respond, I froze and told him I thought it would be a great idea. They went to the dance together, and in less than a month they were an official couple. He never knew about my feelings for him, and I always thought it was best that way. He and Lizzie were good together. It was my fault for not taking action sooner, and I wasn’t about to get between them. I got over him a few months later.
But with Drew … this was a different situation. Lizzie knew about my feelings for him, but she went for him anyway. Everyone might think Lizzie’s an angel, but I knew better. She was selfish, and she was going to pay.
Still staring in the mirror, I made myself a promise.
I was going to get revenge.
CHAPTER 2
My cell phone buzzed on my nightstand, waking me up the next morning. I turned over to check the clock, groaning when I saw it was 11:00 AM. I couldn’t fall asleep last night because I kept thinking about everything that had happened with Drew and Lizzie at the party on Friday, and how my chances of getting him back looked like they were slim to none. I just wanted to lie in bed all day, watch sad romance movies, and maybe get some homework done. Anything to keep my mind off Drew and Lizzie.
I glanced at the caller ID and saw it was Shannon. She wasn’t the type of person who liked to be ignored, so I picked up the phone and answered it.
“What’s up?” I asked, my voice hoarse from just waking up.
“Hey, Chelsea. We’re going to the mall today,” she said. If she noticed how she woke me up, she didn’t let on.
“When?” I rubbed my eyes and flopped over in bed. My white pillowcase was covered with black smudge marks since I’d forgotten to take off my makeup the night before. Hopefully it wouldn’t stain.
“Whenever you’re ready,” she said, her voice chirpy and bright.
“You never struck me as a morning person,” I grumbled.
She ignored my comment. “So, I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes? ”
Apparently I was going to the mall today, whether I liked it or not.
I had to give Shannon some credit though—I was happy someone was reaching out to me. She was the one who stayed with me at her party when I cried in the bathroom for an hour after Drew chased after Lizzie. I didn’t understand the motives behind her sudden kindness, but I appreciated it. Lizzie was usually the one who helped me through tough times, but since she couldn’t help when she was the one making me upset, I was glad Shannon could. Plus, I loved the mall. Maybe a trip there would help me feel better about this mess.
“That sounds good.” I tried to put some gratitude into my tone. “I’ll see you soon.”
I managed to get out of bed and changed into jeans and a red, long-sleeved shirt. Red was my best color, and even though it was only a mall trip with Shannon, I still wanted to look good. I put on some light makeup—nothing too extreme since it was daytime—and was ready to go with ten minutes to spare.
I went downstairs to say hi to my dad, but he was nowhere to be found . That was strange, since he was normally up by now, drinking a cup of coffee and reading the Sunday paper. I did find a note that he left, letting me know he had gone out for breakfast and would be back soon.
I wondered who he had gone out with. My dad had been doing this a lot recently—going out to get food and being vague
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