Killer (completed)

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* Grace's POV*

My mum felt better today, so I got a taxi to go back home. I missed Stella and Ali.

I got into the taxi and plugged my phone into the charging point. My phone had died yesterday, but my mum didn't have electricity at her house so I couldn't charge it. It sucks.

I put my head against the window and watched the people. Everyone looked so happy. Everyone was in a relationship. Pffft, I don't need a relationship. I have my best friend, and her little sister. They're the only family I need.

But I don't know about Ali. I know she likes Daniel. She hasn't told me, but we haven't been friends for sixteen years for nothing. I've seen the way she looks at him. I e seen the way he looks at her. They will be the most perfect couple.

Sure, the other boys are adorable, but I don't need a boyfriend. I'm perfectly capable of happiness without them.

I hope they're still here, and that they aren't together yet. I've spent ages planning their first date with Jonah. Yes, we've been texting behind their backs. Yes, it will be the best date ever. No, I don't care that Ali didn't ask.

My phone was charged sufficiently, so I took it off charge and went through my messages. I had a voice mail notification. From Ali. I pressed on it and held the phone to my ear. The volume isn't great.

"Grace..." Ali's voice said. It sounded shaky and broken. She'd been crying. "I- I thought we were friends. I thought you knew how much I liked him. But you still did that. You still kissed him. And then you went to your mum's house so you wouldn't have to face me. Your not the only person to blame of course, but I expected more of you. I thought that sixteen years of friendship would mean more then that. But I guess I was wrong. You betrayed me."

The line went dead. I put the phone in my lap. What the hell? Ali knows I've never been kissed. She knows I'm not planning on it. Maybe she's still drunk? I checked the voice mail. It was 24 hours after the party. She wouldn't still be drunk. She didn't even drink that much. So what's going on?