Chapter 8: Good Cousin, Bad Cousin

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 Macon P.O.V.

 I was hanging out with the cheerleaders, when I saw my best bud Max coming over. Max then turned quickly and walked to my sister and cousin’s table. Strange.

 Wait. Oh crap.

 A good cousin would warn Jez.

 Thing is…. I’m not a good cousin.

 Jezebel P.O.V.

 “Hey Jezebel.” Ugh. Max Welsch. “You. Me. Dance. Be there, Jezzy baby.”

 “Oh…. Sorry, Max. I’m already going with... um… Anton!”

 Anton, who was in the middle of chewing a french fry abruptly spit the fry into a napkin. “What?”

 As if to punctuate that thought, I pulled Anton close and began kissing him.

I know this could end badly for a number of reasons... but right now all I could think about was how disgusting Max is.

Lila Jane P.O.V.

 Once I had cooled off, I walked back to our table only to see Jez and Anton kissing. I stared in shock. The funny thing is: I thought Anton was planning to ask me to the dance. I could feel the tears running down my face. I turned and started running just as Jezebel pulled away and saw me. I ran as quickly as I could.

How could they do this to me?! 

 Once I got home, I ran up to my room, slammed the door, and got my notebook and Sharpie. I fell back on my bed and started writing.

 Why me? Why she? Why he? Why we?

 Dying inside / crying outside

 Can’t contain the pain

 JEZEBEL+ANTON=TORTURE 4 ME

What to do/when the world gives up on/you

 Then I put my notebook away, curled up, and went to sleep.

A/N: incredibly short chapter, but I'm gonna post Chapter 9 right now. Bye!

~TheBiggestBookFreak

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