The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Seven

Song of the chapter is Pvris' 'My house'.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Exactly two weeks before my end of summer party, Mackenzie and I had a fight that would change the course of our friendship forever.

She confessed to something that had the power to crush the foundations on which our friendship was based.

And that's exactly what happened.

We had planned to go out shopping for dresses for my party and some spare outfits for the parties that were most likely going to take place in the two weeks before mine.

No one would dare have a party on the same night as mine, which would be the equivalent to social suicide for them. There are many reasons why this could be classified as social suicide, mainly because;

                 (1) No one was going to go to a party if someone more popular was having a party.

                 (2) I was Queen Bee - you don't get higher up the social ladder than me.

                 (3) It would have put them on my radar - and you didn't want to be on my radar.

No one planned parties that far in advance, realistically all it took was a Facebook status and soon your house would be filled with drunken teenagers looking to have a good time. I, however, had been planning my party for months - practically before the summer holidays had started. This party was supposed to be momentous. It would prove my status as most popular bitch in school and it would also help boost my number of "friends". Everyone wants to be friends with the most popular girl in school, don't they?

Well I got my wish, the party was momentous; but for a completely different reason.

Mackenzie and I had been talking about this shopping spree for a while and it was agreed that the pair of us would both stay at hers after. She had a free house and so we thought it was a better idea than to be in a house with my brothers' and my parents. Mackenzie had complained that I didn't spend as much time with her anymore especially because I was so busy with Caleb. I had reluctantly agreed to it. The two of us were friends, but I could only handle Mackenzie on my own in small doses. She was different around me, to put it plainly, she was herself around me. And Mackenzie was awful. She was sickly sweet in front of everyone and was seen as just my sidekick. But that wasn't true, Mackenzie was sly; she was a conniving bitch before I turned up and she still was but she hid it well.

I was seen as bitchier than her when in reality, if there was anyone you wanted to stay away from, it was Mackenzie.

You see, she used to make up all these rumours but of course I would get blamed for them and so people feared me. I didn't mind, I mean I got the power I wanted. Power was all I ever wanted after spending so much of my life without any. I wanted to be in control and I was.

Or so I thought.

The day of our shopping spree, Mackenzie was different. She looked haggard and that wasn't a word you should ever have to use to describe a seventeen year old girl, in particular, I didn't think it was a word I would ever use to describe Mackenzie Rivers.

She had dark circles under her eyes which she didn't bother to hide, she wore no make-up, her eyes were bloodshot - she looked worried. Mackenzie Rivers never worried. She schemed, but never worried about the implications her scheming could have.

  "Mack, are you alright?" I asked in a tone I hoped would come across as concerning instead of just plain curious. She had been spacing out all day and quite frankly; it was irritating the hell out of me. We were supposed to be shopping and instead of telling me how hot I looked in each dress, she was just staring into space or checking her phone. I was supposed to be getting her attention not being ignored. I did not like to be ignored.