I turned it off and put on a movie.

My body was tired so I did nothing on Sunday, except for the little homework I already had. I heard my mom's voice once when I ventured downstairs, but Mousteff told me, "Mr. and Other are gone for day. Cooking in cities is better than cooking at home. No one cares. You eat." And he dumped a bowl of soup in front of me with some crackers on the side. When he went back to the kitchen I heard him muttering to himself.

It was late when I heard Mason and Logan in the hallway. A third male's voice was with them so I assumed that it was the guy from before.

"Nah, man. That's her room. You're parked in the east wing." Logan's voice carried down the hall.

Two doors shut after that and it was silent for the rest of the night.

When I left for school, Mousteff stuck his hand out as I passed by. He held a brown bag to me and barked, "Eat. Lunch."

I took it and there was more muttering as I left. I couldn't hold back a small grin, but it was gone when Lydia and Jessica caught me at my locker.

"What happened with Jeff?" Lydia sounded breathless.

Jessica frowned and readjusted her hold on her books. "You never reply to my calls anymore. You're not a very good friend."

I slammed my locker shut. "Get away from me you whores."

Lydia gasped, "Me?"

Jessica got red in the face and hurried away.

I watched her go, but when Lydia stayed I snapped, "You covered for them. A disloyal bitch is the same as any other disloyal bitch. Shove off, Lydia. I don't want anything to do with you."

She hung her head, but glanced up quickly. Her feet shuffled in place and she said in a hush before she scampered away, "Adam Quinn is going to ask you out. Everybody's talking about it."

I closed my eyes, not something I wanted to deal with.

When I went to my last class, my lab partner kept glancing at me. After the twelfth time, I sat back. "You got something to say?"

She looked around and then pulled back her red curls from her face. It didn't matter. The frizzy hair clung to her skin. She didn't seem to mind. Her excitement couldn't be contained when she leaned forward. Her pudgy elbow rammed mine off the table. "You and Jeff Sallaway broke up, right?"

I nodded and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Is it true that Adam Quinn asked you out?"

I lifted an eyebrow.

A high-pitched squeal left her. It sounded like laughter. "He was asking your friends about you this weekend."

"They're not my friends."

"Oh." Her eyes kept darting around. "So are you gonna say yes?"

"Who are you?"

"My name's Becky Sallaway."

My mouth quirked up. "You're Jeff's cousin?"

She shifted in her seat. "Only through marriage. My mom married his dad's brother. Are you going to go out with Adam Quinn?"

"Why are you asking me? Did Jeff ask you to?"

Her mouth gaped open a second before her pasty white cheeks matched the color of her hair. "That pipsqueak? He's a loser. Not like Adam Quinn."

And she wasn't one? I rolled my eyes. "Why do you care so much?"

She shrugged. "Maybe I want to be friends."

"Friends are overrated."

"Not if you've got good ones."

"And you're going to be a good one?"

"Better than those two. Jessica Larsen's been jealous of you since sixth grade when Forrest Adams thought you were cute and Lydia Thompson doesn't have the backbone to be a good friend. She always does what Jessica tells her. Everyone knows that. I've always wondered why you didn't know that."

I sighed. "He hasn't asked, but the word is that he's going to."

"Are you going to say yes?"

The bell rang and I scooted my chair back. "Why don't you say yes for me?"

She hurried to catch up as I started to shoulder my way out the door and to my locker. The day had been long and I was in need of a good tiring run.

Panting, she tried to mop back her hair again. "Do you really want me to? I'll go find him right now."

"Sure."

When she stopped and headed one way, I kept going. The girl was a freak. But then a different freak planted herself in my path.

I groaned on the inside while I couldn't hold back a snarl. "Jill."

She tilted her chin up and her blue eyes flashed. As she flipped her bleach blonde hair over her shoulder, she responded, "Samantha."

I started to move around.

She blocked me.

"What do you want?"

"I'm dating Jeff."

Nothing surprised me anymore. "That was quick. You two been scooting and booting for awhile?" Then I gave her a smile. "Are you my homewrecker?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Jeff asked me out last night. I've decided to date him."

"And you're going to make him change?"

The bottom of her uniform top started to ride up her waist. She reached down to pull it down, but stopped. A satisfied grin came to her and she let it up even further. One of her hands moved to the bottom of her skirt. She pulled it down an inch so her hipbones showed, along with the black thong she wore.

"Look at you," I purred. "You wanna be Britney Spears? Wear the pigtails tomorrow. I'm sure Jeff would love it."

She moved closer. "Only when I give him head."

"That's the spirit."

Her smug smile slipped a bit. I knew she was a cheerleader, she'd forgotten that.

"You do know he cheated on me with my best friend for two years, right?"

"He won't with me."

I laughed. "He won't cheat with you or he won't cheat on you? I'm sure both will happen."

"Jessica Larsen won't be sleeping with him anymore. She only did it to get back at you and from what I've heard; she's close to getting Logan Kade to date her."

"Yeah." I threw my head back and laughed. "You'll be luckier thinking Jeff won't cheat on you."

"He's wanted me for years." She pulled the other side of her skirt down as well, readjusted her hold on her books, and arched her back slightly. Her br**sts were on display as people went past; the guys had stopped awhile ago and were watching. I heard the whispers and knew this'd be all over school, probably already was.