~Abs~
“I can’t believe they would do something like this!” I complained to everyone. We were going to chase them, but decided against it.
“Well it is kinda our fault. We made them go home together and excluded them. Plus we wanted them to do something together and they did.” rationalized Billie. We all knew she was right. We had wanted them to hang out together.
“But it doesn’t make what they did right. I personally don’t like being hounded by the press.” Sean muttered. J was his best friend. He was really hurt by this.
“Lori why aren’t you more upset about this. I mean Addie is your best friend.” Scott asked her.
“I expected as much. I knew she would get back at us somehow. She always does. It has something to do with all her stepmums and her dad’s marriages and something about feeling insecure or unwanted. Can’t remember exactly what her therapist said.”
Addie went to a therapist? This was news to us. We decided there was nothing else we could do but go back inside and eat. We walked past the photographers again where Jennifer was posing for them and answering all their questions. “Scott aren’t you going to get her?” I asked him.
“What’s the point? I was just going to dump her tonight. If she wants to come in she can. But I can’t stand fame-seekers.”
~Addie~
“Pull in here.” I told J. We turned into some dark parking lot and sat in the car.
“Where exactly are we?”
“At this kareoke bar. It’s quite fun. Come on let’s go.” I opened my door and stepped outside. I then remembered what I was wearing. “J, pop the trunk.” He did and I went and pulled out our extra change of clothes.
“Addie, what are we doing here? I want to go home.”
“Fine go home. But I’m staying. You can leave. I don’t care. Remember I don’t like you.” I rolled my eyes and climbed into the backseat to change.
“Do you think they’re really mad at us?”
“Probably, but Lori will explain everything to them. She expects this from me. Anything less would be unacceptable.” I climbed out and motioned for J to change in the backseat. He reluctantly climbed in.
“What do you mean she expects this?”
“Well she goes to my psychologist sometimes with me and my psychologist has explained everything to her. How when I get hurt I do irrational things, like this. And not to get angry with me because it will just cause more psychological damage.”
J climbed out and sent me a weird look. We closed the doors and walked inside. I loved this place. My third stepmum had shown it to me. I occasionally saw her here.
We went and sat down at the bar. Right now a lady was up there belting out “I will survive”. She really did suck. “So do you come here often?” J asked me.
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