Roxanne Collins goes to school at Ashden Ridge High School where nothing interesting ever happens. That is, until a mysterious, attractive new guy named Austin Spencer comes along, fresh from New York City. Brittney Johnson, Roxanne's ex-best friend...
When I get home, I have to sneak inside my house. Thankfully, my family is sleeping and don't notice. I crawl into the kitchen window, the only window that is unlocked. I go straight to my bedroom with my bag on my hip. I drop it on my bed and dig into the bag for my pact book, and to my horror, cannot find it.
I rack my brain trying to remember where I'd last had it, but I already know it was in my bag. It could be anywhere!! I am mortified. What if I dropped it at the party? What if Austin sees? I jump to my feet, ready to return to the party and search for it, when suddenly, my phone pings with a text. From... Brittany?
It's a multimedia message containing a picture. My heart races as I click on the photo. I see my journal clutched in her claws, and beneath the photo is a single phrase. BUSTED, BITCH. I gasp, dropping my phone on my bed. My heart literally drops to my stomach. Now what am I supposed to tell Austin? My life is over. Brittany won't stop until I am a social catastrophe, and Austin will never forgive me for this.
I feel tears welling up in my eyes, I bite on the inside of my cheek. I can't cry. I can't risk waking everyone up. I text Rebekah and fill her in, but she doesn't respond. She's probably in bed since she's sick. I sniffle and throw myself back on my mattress, crying quietly. Should I text Austin and tell him not to listen to her? That she is making the whole thing up? No... Then he will wonder how I know about it before he does. It won't work.
I flip over on my side and stare at the wall until I fall asleep.
*
I wake up to the sound of my brother screaming. Wonderful awakening. Since last night was the football season's annual "off week", we get a three day weekend. That leaves me with three days to worry, to anticipate, and to prepare for the hateful rumors everyone because of Brittany, will be spreading on Tuesday.
I roll over and grab my cell phone. I have seven missed calls from Bekah. She is royally freaked out. I swiftly call her back, chewing on my fingernails.
"Oh my freaking gosh," Rebekah shouts into my eardrum, "looks like your cover is blown."
"I know," I say, my voice cracking.
"I would say I'll be right over, but I have the stomach virus," she grumbles disappointedly.
"It's fine, Bekah," I say, running my fingers through my extremely knotted hair, "I'm fine."
"You don't sound fine," she objects.
"I'm good," I lie, "I just don't want to hurt Austin."
"Wait, what?" Rebekah shouts, "what happened last night?"
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Suddenly, you care about him?" Her voice is accusatory.
My cheeks flush, and I'm quiet.
"Oh, my gosh. You like him, don't you?" Rebekah exclaims in excitement.
I don't approve or deny it, but she already knows, so what is the use?
"I'm sure he will understand," Bekah comforts me, "he, of all people, knows how she is."
"That's for sure," I sigh, "but I hope he understands. I have to convince him that I really started liking him. He's an amazing person."
"It's gonna be alright, Roxanne," my best friend suddenly says, more seriously than before.
"Thanks, Bekah," I say.
In the kitchen, I can hear my mother calling us for breakfast. I tell Bekah I have to go, and then I join my family at the table. I pretend like everything is fine in front of them.
***** Hi! Hope you are all well so sorry for the late updates school has been ewwwww
Man am I suffering 🤢
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