I wasn’t looking forward to meeting Stacey one bit, but I knew I had too, or she’d come knocking on my door and demand to know why I was avoiding her. I’d got home around ten, and I was meeting her at eleven to do some shopping and have lunch. Being at different schools gave us the chance to gossip about the after-school party together. It would just be me and her today, as Jake was busy with his friends scrambling.
They had a good relationship built on trust and friendship. We’d all been friends since we were four years old, and it had never changed. Their friendship, on the other hand, grew into love two years ago. They were like two peas in a pod. They weren’t chalk and cheese just the opposite, they were the glue that held everything together.
I looked in the mirror. My body was
