Angels Hide Demons
"Brayden?!?" Scarlett squealed, but
Liberty rolled her eyes.
"He's an idiot."
"A cute idiot," I shrugged.
"Plus, he's my friend."
"For now! I heard he's
trying out for the basketball team next year. Maybe I could get
"Scarlett," we both
"Jake barely knows you," I
finished. "Enough about him." My boy-crazy friend
pouted while Liberty steered the conversation back onto the main
road. Between the three of us, about half a pack of Oreos was
"When did you start liking Brayden?"
"I don't really know. Couple months
"Studies show that a traditionally
concieved 'crush' can only last three
months, tops. Hurry up and snag him before it's
over." Of all the random scientific facts that Liberty
throws out there, this one was actually kind of useful. Kind of.
The more important thing was to "snag" him before Alaia
did, or this could be dangerous for him- and possibly me. Of
course, my friends didn't need to know that.
"So, I've got a question for you,
Ro," Liberty continued. "Whenever I mention Alaia,
people always seem to point me back to you. Do you know
"I, uh... we used to hang out. Actually,
we were pretty close friends for about 2 years."
"When did that end?" Ugh, not this.
Anything but this. I blocked out the flashbacks and gave
them my usual made-up schpeel.
"Well, she hacked my Facebook, Twitter,
all that. Posted some really embarassing stuff; wrote rude
messages to my other friends. I almost lost a few people over
it." A few people. Try everyone, myself,
They didn't have much to say after that,
thankfully. We played some video games; looked at funny videos
online, then went to bed. I wish I had known to prepare myself