"This is what she had become."
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Cleopatra Banks' last week in the small town of New Chelsea is nothing like she would have imagined it, but nothing could have prepared her for the stinging betrayal she's faced with and suddenly the prospect of...
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I need to talk to Lexi.
Urgently!
I swear if I don't talk to her within the next ten seconds, I might just blow the world into smithereens.
I dial her number again for what feels like the hundredth time. Why won't she pick up? Why won't she reply to my texts?
I stop pacing my room and plop onto my bed, tossing the blasted piece of technology to the side. It bounces off my bed and falls to the floor with a slight cracking noise.
Great! Another thing that's broken.
I start taking in deep calming breaths after I feel my temper begin to rise again. I'm pretty sure the reason why I've been on edge these past couple of days has everything to do with this whole Isabella issue.
As mom would say, I've been "acting out of character."
I don't raise my voice to my parents. I don't go off with people the way I nearly did with Thandi today. I don't cause scenes like that. I shudder to think what would have happened had Ethan not been there to stop me on time.
But then again people hardly ever go out of their way to make me feel uncomfortable and unwanted. I went from having a simple quiet life, happily drifting in the shadows of my accomplished friends to garnering the attention of a high school queen bee and her love interest.
Apparently that also means being popular for all the wrong reasons. I've been trying to ignore it so badly but I guess that tactic doesn't work anymore. I'm bothered that every time I turn a corner someone has to point at me and whisper something incriminating.
And I can't even talk to my parents or my best friend about it because she won't pick up her bloody phone!
Deciding that I probably went overboard with my phone I lean over my bed and pick it up from the floor. Only a few cracks along the edges is all.
In my effort to find out where Lexi has been, or rather what her activity has been over the past couple of days, I decide to take my search to social media, Facebook being the best option. Lexi loved that app like her next breath depended on it.
Why didn't I try this sooner?
With a renewed sense of hope I go onto the app but my ambition dwindles down when I realize I can't quite remember what my password is.
I try an array of combinations with Max's name, figuring I was a mentally inebriated love sick puppy when I opened the account. I'm actually surprised that MaxLovesCleo doesn't work and imagine my horror when FutureMrsBenson is also a flop.
I have to take a moment to just cringe at how desperate I must have been three years ago when I opened said account.
I try various other combinations of random words, names and even numbers until I can access it that I'm not quite sure which one worked.
