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.