doesn’t know what he’s missing,” she says with a sinister smile. “I heard from a little birdy that he’s going to Harvey’s party on Friday night.”
“A little birdy?”
She shrugs. “Maybe it wasn’t a bird, maybe I was following behind him in the hallway and I heard him tell Harvey he’d be there. It seemed like they already knew each other which is weird because Chase just moved here.”
“So, what are you going to show up and seduce him?” I ask.
“Duh.” She punches me in the arm. “And you’re going to be my wingman.”
“I don’t know about that,” I say, thinking of high school parties and how completely lame they are compared to the two motocross parties Jace took me to back in the summer. Once you hang out with famous people, high school parties aren’t any fun anymore. Plus Jace won’t be there so what’s the point?
“Of course you’re going!” Becca says, giving me these big eyes as if she knows something I don’t. “Hello! Party?”
“So? I don’t wanna go.”
“It’s a party, dumbass. This will be your revenge opportunity. I’ll take lots of photos and post them to your Facebook. Maybe get one with you and Chase’s fine ass. We’ll make Jace jealous.”
I laugh. “You are completely evil. Remember when you used to be the shy quiet one and I was the crazy one? What happened to those days?”
“What can I say? You were a bad influence on me.” She squishes her bra to adjust her boobs as if to prove her point. “And now we’re going to make Jace remember why he chose you in the first place.”
Chapter 6
I used to have a love/hate relationship with Facebook. But over the last few days, I’ve had a whole lot less love and a whole lot more hate for the addicting social network. Three more photos of my boyfriend have popped up on his page, Jace’s gorgeous face tagged by some attractive girl I don’t know and have never seen before. There are a few girls who occasionally post photos with Jace and it doesn’t bother me. Those girls are his cousins, his boss’s fifty-year-old wife, and Hana, the girl he works with who is dating his friend.
Everyone else makes me want to punch them in the face. After another ten minutes of going through the newly tagged photos on his Facebook, I sign out and close the computer window. I may not be in control of who posts on his page, but I am in control of how long I’ll let myself look at it.
Becca walks in my bedroom, starling me as I spin around in my computer chair.
“Dammit, Bayleigh. You were on Facebook again, weren’t you?”
“No…” I say in the world’s most guilty-sounding voice.
She puts her hands on her hips and gives me a Mom Look. “Yes you were. I told you to stop looking! Those girls are just excited that they met a famous person. That’s all there is to it.”
“I know,” I say, noticing the lumps of clothing in her arms. “What’s that?”
“It’s every piece of clothing from my closet that I look even remotely hot in,” she says, tossing the pile on top of my bed. “You’re going to help me pick out what to wear.”
“Oh right. The stupid party.” I say it mostly to myself because I’m only just now remembering that I had agreed to go with her to Jackson Harvey’s house party tonight. The week really goes by fast when you spend all your time with your head in your hands, thinking about your boyfriend. Jace and I talked a lot more than usual in the last three days. I think he knew I was pretty pissed off and wanted to make up for it as much as he could. As of now, he thinks our relationship is on par, happy as always.
I’m still not so sure. I love the boy with all my heart but I’m not happy with the idea of him having a job that requires partying as part of the job description. He did assure me that it’s only for a few months at most, but still. A few months are forever in girl time.
Several outfit changes later, when Becca is as hot as she’s going to get in a
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