ia's

sks, shoving a fry into her mouth and throwing her bare legs up on the

ll but six months standing between us and college. It seems li

since that night

year happened, the only remarkable thing about it a relati

y and Chris

tart wi

since I was nine, wouldn't be with me forever, I'd have scoffed and thrown insults

d–me–, wasn't what she needed if she wanted to rule high school. By the third term of freshman year, Jane had becom

I started trying to find new friends amongst my fellow nerds–came and along

ning and she'd declared that it was a sign that we were meant to be and it'd taken just thr

ay, pale blue eyes and five feet six, I was nothing like Bianca. Five feet nine and still

eople perso

like boys (okay, there's one b

d to go to any of those parties, no m

tan; I was pale and slim with hips that were slightly wider, fuller breasts

y theatre; I wante

r love for novels and internet stalking (you didn'

e year and she's the only person other than my former best friend

I think of eyes, two pairs of eyes come to mind- six feet with a body that clearly worked out, star quarterback of Eve

hman year when he'd piggybacked me to the school nurse after I sprained my ankle right beside the football court (while staring at him), that I developed a crush. We didn't talk much after that, but he always smiled at me whenever he saw me

onally stopped by my locker first day of Senior year to inform me that she and Chr

? I mean, of course you don't, it's not like he

with me at the hip and was the 'it' girl in Evergreen High. It made me feel better that at least someone like that was on my side, and it didn't hurt that Bianca was also on the cheerleading team, so I had every reason to attend the

away from the house I'd finally started to feel comfor

or going to his office in Denver for business. The only times I saw anyone in that big house was when I was entering, leaving or during meals. Other than that, I spent the rest of my time holed up in my gigantic room, on my gigantic four poster bed, or sitting by the window where I stayed sometimes to

two hours learning Spanish every Sunday meant I was thinking of Miguel Angel at least once a week. I hadn't gone near that music room once. I didn't tell anyone w

ly to Los Angeles to help settle his case. Plus he'd gotten into a fight at the party he'd driven away from and the assaulted person wanted to press charges. Because he was 18 (born 11th of May, thanks to Bianca's internet stalking prowess) and wasn't even supposed to be drinking alcohol, it had been a difficul

ree months of community s

lready on his way to Colorado, to spend six months of probation under

with me in the same house till

hat you

y, B. Can your bed acc

s tells me all tha

scre