Zoe's P.O.V.
"HE WHAT!?" Danny and I yelled in unison.
"You didn't say yes, did you?" I asked, paniking.
"I had too," she replied, miserably. "He was black mailing me."
"Is this really the only option?" I asked, close to tears myself. Mom nodded.
"We should report him for blackmailing!" exclaimed Danny, enraged.
"But he knows!" moaned Mom, "if we mention this to anyone, he'll tell our secret!"
"We can't just give up!" I exclaimed, storming away. I walked out of the house, heading straight for Bill's house. I banged on the door. He finally opened it.
"You'll regret this," I growled. I turned my fingernails into claws, and scratched him in the face, leaving deep cuts. He glared at me, not saying a word, until I spun around and stormed home. As I walked inside, I was thinking about how badly I wanted my scratches to give him a horrible infection. It would serve him right, blackmailing us.
"What did you do?" asked Danny when I walked in.
"Nothing," I replied. He raised his eyebrows at me. I sighed. "I mayor may not have left a few scars on Bill's face," I admitted. He nodded.
"Mom says the wedding's in two weeks," he said.
"Two weeks!" I exclaimed. This was happening much faster than I would have liked.
"She also said that Bill is expecting us to take this as seriously as if we wanted it to happen. That means that you'll have to be a bridesmaid," he told me. I sighed and colappsed on the couch.
"Only if I get to plan the wedding," I said.
"Why do you want to plan the wedding?" he asked.
"To make it as painful for Bill as I possibly can," I growled.
"How so?" he asked.
"For one thing, all of the flowers will be roses."
"Why roses?"
"They have thorns, and I can throw them at Bill."
"Ah."
"Also, Instead of classical music, we can have a heavy metal band. And instead of white Mom can wear a black dress."
"Well, you do that. In the meantime, I will be plotting my revenge on Bill." I stood up. I walked to my room, pulled out a notebook, and began to plan.
