What's your damage, McNamara?

Chapter three: brain freeze

The following days made no sense to me. I hardly sat with my friends at lunch and instead I ate in the gym with JD. He'd bring me a slushy, kiss my forehead and complain about how life was awful. One day, all the fighting with my emotions made sense.

JD looked me in the eye and gave me that god damn smirk again. "If you could kill one person," he asked, "who would it be?" It took me a few seconds to think of someone and a few extra seconds to debate with myself as to if I was going to tell him. I trusted JD with all my heart but the one think I knew he would do was kill.

I looked back at his smirk and took a sip of my slushy. "Well...?" He said. "Well.... I'd have to say Heather Chandler. She is a myth-" "-ic bitch. I know. I expected you to say her name. So how's about we pay her a visit tonight? Send her a little "friendship" gift?" I knew where this was going and I didn't like it but I had made a vow a I couldn't escape. "Let's do it." I said. Not even thinking about what I had just agreed to, I got up, winked at JD and gave him a signal to follow me. For once in my life I felt his anger fester and infect me. I liked it.

I stopped in my tracks. JD looked puzzled. I clenched my head in pain. Brain freeze.

JD and I had our plan. We had our agreement but who could help us? Who could write just like Heather to make a fake suicide note? Who knew her the best?

There was only one person.

Veronica sawyer.