Jamie had Taylor Swift’s “Picture
to Burn” blaring through her speakers. She was currently cleansing her room
(and by extension her life) of any remnants of her ex-boyfriend Jake. It was
Valentine’s Day, and she was not going to wallow. No, Jamie wanted revenge.
There was a knock on her door.
Jamie grinned. Her best friend Cara had received her SOS text. “Come in!” she
shouted.
Cara stepped into Jamie’s room,
eyebrows raised. It was a disaster zone. Clothes were strewn across the room,
picture frames littered her bed, and her cat Mila looked distinctly unhappy.
“Hey, I heard about Jake and
Claire Novak. Are you okay?” Jamie had been dating Jake for two years, right up
until today when she had caught Jake in his car with Claire. End of
relationship, bye-bye Jake.
Jamie smirked. “I’m great. I’m
more than great. I’m determined.”
Cara was officially worried. She
knew that look. It was Jamie’s idea look. That was the look that Jamie had at
summer camp when Tyler tipped their canoe over. It was Jamie’s look of revenge.
Tyler would tell you that. He
woke up the next morning with pink hair and no eyebrows.
“What are you planning?” Cora
asked suspiciously.
Jamie grinned and held up a list.
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