chapter 28
Mandi
Kristie Stanton was a dead woman.
I flung open the auditorium door. The place was filled with students running around, excitedly anticipating tomorrow’s performance. I marched up the aisle, scanning the place for Kristie. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen for that clueless, airhead preppie girl persona she put on. It was all an act from day one. And she had Mrs. Marcelli’s blessing.
Ugh! I couldn’t believe I’d actually been her friend. I’d spent all that time teaching her the steps to my dance number with Julian too. Yep, she was stealing all my moves. I bet that’s what she had been planning to do with Nic if I hadn’t shown up that night—seduce him by rolling her hips and dancing provocatively they way he liked so much.
“Hey! Watch it!” A girl dressed in a brightly colore
