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boyfriend? I wouldn’t put it past her. Then I thought: that could be good. Perhaps Scott would end up getting a dose of his own medicine after all.
    That’s what I didn’t get. Calypso had designed this intricate plan to pay Jess back for the shoplifting, yet she didn’t want to do anything to get Scott for hooking up with Jess behind Calypso’s back. I think it was because she was still in love with him. She would never admit to it though.
    I wanted Scott to fall flat on his cute little face. He was just as bad as Jess. It takes two tongues, which sounds disgusting I know, but that’s what Miranda ‘the skank’ said when I caught her sandwiched against Joe, his hands under her pink lacy top, exploring every bump on her body … well, the important bumps, which happened to be the ones I was lacking in. I tried to push the image out of my head, yet it was that pink lacy top that led to everything.
    The very, very first time Calypso asked me over was two days after I found out I was going to St Clementine’s. We’d been friendly for a couple of weeks, mostly since she’d found out about my boyfriend cheating on me. Calypso was so kind. I couldn’t believe it. She took me under her wing and comforted me. Finally I had a proper friend who’d actually asked me over to their place, and now I was moving to Sydney. My life was a disaster.
    We were in Calypso’s bedroom when I saw the picture of Calypso with Scott and Jess. At that stage I didn’t even know who they were or what had happened. All I saw was that the pretty blonde girl in the photo was wearing the exact same pink lacy top Miranda was wearing the day I caught her trying to eat Joe’s face.
    â€˜Oh my God.’ My knees gave way onto Calypso’s bed. ‘That girl.’
    â€˜Jess Flynn!’ Calypso jumped. ‘Do you know her?’
    â€˜No.’ I put my hands over my face. ‘But she’s wearing the very same top Miranda was wearing the night she cheated with Joe.’
    â€˜Oh,’ Calypso replied. ‘Oh?’
    â€˜Wow,’ I gasped. ‘It’s just spun me out a bit,’ I whispered. ‘I’ll be fine. Sorry, sorry I’m being stupid. You must be so sick of me banging on about Joe and Miranda. It must be so boring for you.’
    Calypso watched me; a smile spreading across her face, which now I know wasn’t a happy smile. I think it was more a look of the world being lifted off her shoulders. She got down on her knees and took my hands.
    â€˜Hol,’ she said softly. ‘It’s not boring. Not boring at all. You see I, I …’ She bit her lip. I realised she was trying not to cry.
    â€˜Calypso?’
    â€˜Hol, I understand exactly what you’re going through because … because, I’ve been through it too.’ She put her head on my knees. ‘I’ve been to hell and back, Holly.’
    That afternoon Calypso told me everything: the story of Scott and her, and how in love they were; the shoplifting at Jeans General that Jess didn’t own up to; and how Jess then turned all the ‘it’ girls against her.
    But that wasn’t the worst bit. One Saturday afternoon when Calypso was meant to meet Scott at his place, she walked in to find Scott and Jess together. There was her boyfriend with her best friend rolling around on the floor of his parents’ bedroom.
    â€˜I still don’t understand why Scott did it,’ Calypso whispered. ‘He told me he loved me. He told me I was the only one.’
    All I could do was shake my head. I had never heard anything so terrible in my life. All the blubbering I’d done over Joe and me. I’d been so caught up in myself, never once asking Calypso how her life was going. I felt ashamed.
    â€˜Maybe Jess just got too, you know … hot with him and he couldn’t say no? I think that’s what Miranda did to Joe.’
    â€˜Jess was so