I had to do it. I had to talk to Cal tonight, before tomorrow. There wouldn't be any time to talk about everything at homecoming and what could potentially happen there. That was why I texted him after I'd gotten home from Jason's funeral.
He won't kill anyone if we get to him first. That was the text I was staring down at currently, sitting on my bed in my room. What did that mean?
Get to him first? I'm not killing him Cal.
I didn't say that, Cal said back, typing up two more bubbles of words. We just have to keep an eye on him, that's all. Tie him up and lock him in the janitor's closet or something so he can't do anything for the rest of the night.
Would that even work? What if we couldn't find West to begin with? My fingers flew across the screen. He was hiding somewhere at Jason's party. We didn't find him there until he was almost drowning Marco. What if something like that happens again and we're too late this time?
Cal didn't reply for five minutes. Then messages began appearing one after the other. Sorry. I'm back. I have a plan too. He added a smiley face after that.
I didn't know whether to feel good or bad about that smiley face, especially since it was coming from Cal, but I typed back, noticing my heart beginning to pump faster.
What's the plan?
Another haunting smiley face appeared under my last text.
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Bitter
Teen Fiction~"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."~ Lydia and Cal despise each other. It's been that way for as long as anyone can remember. The only thing they have in common is their hatred for each other, and there seems to be no end to their rivalry, even a...
