Torn Apart
Chapter 2
Arielle's
POV
She had
the nerve to
talk to me like
we were friends -
like she
was popular.
"How was
your
weekend?" I
asked in a sticky
sweet
voice.
"It was
okay,"
Kaylie shrugged,
"You?"
"Well, I had
a party at my
place on
Saturday," I
lied, "It
was awesome. But
it's a shame
you weren't
there. Dylan was
all
'where's
Kaylie? Where is
she?' He
likes you, you
know." Dylan
Goldman was
Kaylie's
longtime crush,
but he was also
popular.
Kaylie stared at
me for a moment.
"Really?"
she asked at
last.
I watched her
delighted,
expectant face
and smirked to
myself. Kaylie
really was
naïve. I had
a lot of fun
teasing her. I
paused for a
moment more,
letting Kaylie
hope for the
best.
Then..."No."
Kaylie blinked.
"What?"
Serena cackled
behind me and I
shot her an
annoyed look.
"Do you need
a hearing aid,
honey? Because
I'm pretty
sure everyone
else knew what I
said." I
turned to the
crowd, "You
guys heard,
didn't
you?"
Nods and
"yes"'s
traveled through
the hallway. It
was only because
I was popular,
but I used my
power to my
advantage. I
turned back to
Kaylie with my
head held high.
"He'll
never say
that," I
said softly,
"And if he
did, it would be
about me.
You'll never
get Dylan, or
anyone else. Got
it?"
Kaylie's eyes
flickered to my
face, unreadable.
"Got
it?" I
repeated, staring
her down.
Then she nodded,
once.
"Yeah,"
she said softly,
tears prickling
in her eyes. I
knew what Kaylie
looked like
before she was
going to cry;
I'd made her
cry many times
before, and I
knew to get out
before it
happened.
"Later,
loser," I
said, turning on
my heel and
strutting off
with Serena. A
smirk broke out
on my face.
Kaylie really had
it out for her;
who did she think
she was, trying
to
get my position?
She only had
herself to blame.
At least,
that's what I
told myself every
day, as I made
her life
miserable.
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