“Crap, crap, crap,” Haley muttered as she walked away from Caleb. “Why didn’t I take the main road?”
Would he tell Katie? Or maybe just blackmail her into kissing some older man.
‘I’m not hot enough to be used as a honey trap,’ Haley thought, with equal parts relief and dejection. ‘I don’t understand why Jamie would pick me over Katie.’
It made no sense to Haley. All her life she had watched guys fawn over Katie. Men would gape at her in the street or lean out of van windows in traffic to ogle at her. She was the sort of girl you saw on adverts for perfume. And Haley was… her plain-looking friend. She had what people described as a ‘boyish figure’ when what they really meant was skinny and flat-chested.
Her best feature was her naturally curly hair, but even there Katie ou
