Dinner parties were a tradition for us, up until the incident. We had one every Sunday night. Each Sunday there would be a new theme. Everyone would dress up and we would solve little made up mysteries, eat dinner and watch old movies. There were four of us. Delphia Black, my best friend, was blonde and great at getting what she wanted. Most people would say she was gorgeous, and she was, but that’s what I hated about her. Jasper Crane, Delphia’s boyfriend, was easily manipulated. He was so adorable, I wanted him all to myself, but he was Delphia's and there was no changing that. Beckham Crane, Jasper’s brother, was unreadable. You could never get inside his head. Everyone thought I liked Beckham, some thought we were a couple, but that was just to keep Delphia away from thinking I liked Jasper. Basically, Beckham liked me, I liked Jasper; Jasper liked Delphia and Delphia liked Jasper just the same. Then there is me, Darci Middlebrook. I may appear to be that brown haired, blue eyed, shy girl next door, but that’s because you can’t read my mind.
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The Dinner Party
Teen FictionDinner parties were a tradition for us, up until the incident. We had one every Sunday night. There were four of us. Delphia, Jasper, Beckham, and me Darci. I may appear to be that brown haired, blue eyed, shy girl next door, but that’s because you...
