Sarah Lemon made play 4 me. Whoa. Ain’t happening. That’s what u get 4 being nice
Sarah awoke at two in the afternoon, with Lorraine banging on the door.
"Sarah!" "What?.." "Sarah!" "I'm up!" "I've been banging for five minutes!" "What's going on?" "Nothing, Leave me alone!"
She began to cry when she saw his wrapped package sitting on her chair. She reached for it, threw it against the wall, and cried even harder.
Now, with her head pounding, she flopped over and relived everything in her mind—what she said last night, what Ethan said.
Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased
......She couldn’t swallow. She couldn’t breathe......
"Sarah Lemon made play 4 me." .....Her name was on his page "Whoa. Ain't happening." An unwelcome cat, trying to crawl into his lap..... "That's what u get 4 being nice." .....That was it? He was being nice?
"Isn't she the science geek?"
"Sarah Lemon made play 4 me." .....For him? But hadn't he been kissing her? "Whoa. Ain't happening." Was she disgusting?..... "That's what u get 4 being nice." .....Was it charity? The beautiful taking pity on the ugly?
"Never be nice to psychos"
"C movie: he's just not into u"
"U + Sarah = gross"
"Knew she was a skank"
"2 bad, Ethan"
Slammed shut the computer....
She ran, shivering, tears streaming down her face . There was no one to talk to. No one to comfort her. There was blackness and solitude and she was never, ever going back to that school again. What should she do? What should she do?
She thought for the first time about killing herself, the when and the how. ......She already had the why