“Hi,” I squeak, dropping my gaze, shuffling awkwardly to the end of the room.
“You have got to be kidding me! Why is she here?!” Meghan spits, looking absolutely livid.
Yup, that’s right. That’s Meghan, Logan’s most recent ex. This is going to be a fun week.
Note the sarcasm!
“Look, Meghan, I know you don’t like me. And that’s fine. In fact, I propose we don’t talk. At all. This entire week,” I mutter tiredly, climbing onto the bed and closing my eyes.
“Who is she, Megs? And why are we giving her the look?” one of Barbie clones sitting with Meghan asks.
“That’s the bitch who stole my Logan,” Meghan snarls.
Her Logan?!
“Excuse me, but he was never yours!” I correct indignantly. “He isn’t property, you know? He’s a person!”
“Shut up, okay? He was mine! And then you came along!” she hisses bitterly.
“Obviously someone still isn’t over her ex,” I sing-song obnoxiously. “And in case you forgot, I was in his life way before you were. So suck it,” I smile fakely before turning over in my bed and closing my eyes.
Great. One week of dealing with Meghan. And if that isn’t bad enough, I’m stuck with Ryder too! Where’s the fairness?!
>>> Breakfast the next morning >>>
I sneak out of the little cabin, not wanting to wake the girls up. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to ruin their mornings by waking them up and all, but that would mean seeing more of them. And the satisfaction of running their morning is just not worth having them around for a longer period of time.
I pull my hair into a quick ponytail and decide to explore the camp. Might as well, especially since I’ll be here for a week. I’ll need to find a place where I can hide from all these losers!
After half an hour of exploring, I find the dining area and I head in to find Logan and Ryder sitting at a table, having their breakfast.
I trot up to them, taking the seat beside Logan.
“Morning!” I chirp.
“You’re awfully happy,” Logan comments taking a bite of toast before pausing. “What did you do?!” he demands, looking worried.
“Nothing! Calm down, will you?” I mumble, faking hurt.
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