Grayson & I

Chapter 2

Lily Pov

I was secretly jealous of Kayla. She had good looks, a good body, and a nice family. My family was terrible. My dad sexually assaulted me at the age of 9 and my mom went to rehab for a drug addiction. My mom and dad later got divorced and my brother Max was deeply affected by it. He went down a dark path of drugs an drinking and later got expelled out of his school for intelligent people with only a 4.0 GPA. I gained 30 pounds because of stress and family and I eventually moved into my aunts and uncles house 10 minutes away from LA.

**Over Phone**

Me: hey we need to plan for the big party

Kayla: ok do you wanna meet at a cafe or my house

Me: um lets do your house oh and I got a really good scented candle I'm gonna bring it

Kayla: k um so meet me at my house in like 20 minutes

Me: k sounds good bye

On the way to Kayla's house I was scheming. I wanted to give Kayla something she deserved. No I thought from the other side of my brain that was fighting against my bad side. I had a terrible dark side that no one knew about because of my grief. I wanted to bring my candle and when she was not looking, set something on fire either her dress for the party or something else. I cried in the car because I was so frustrated. I didn't know what to do my bad side was fighting against my good side. I think I have finally made my decision.

When I arrived at Kayla's house I went straight up to her room and she followed. Her parents were rich so she had a nice, furnished room. I lit a candle on the dresser where she had her dress. I touched her dress and said it was beautiful. She came over to smell the candle and to look at her dress when I "accidentally" pushed her. She knocked over the candle and it lit her dress on fire. We started screaming but her mom or dad wasn't home. She got a cup of water and spilled it on the dress. She kept on doing that until the dress was not on fire. Her dress was a short, tightfitted, black dress with cequins all over it. Not just tacky cequins but actual good quality ones. Her dress was half burnt off and all the cequins melted. She wasn't mad at me because she didn't even feel my push. When I asked her how much her dress cost she said $600 of her own money. Now I felt bad. She cried for 2 hours after I left and would not answer any of my texts, calls or anything. I knew that she was deeply upset because of that. I kinda regret doing that but my jealousy just took over.