Twenty days of friendship. That's all that high school senior, Quinn Reid's ex boyfriend wants and then he promises to leave her alone forever. After some initial hesitation, she agrees to be his friend in exchange for her solitude when the twenty...
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Sam lets out an impatient whine as we crouch below Dan, her ex-boyfriend's window. "I'm starting to get cramps," she whispers.
I want to hit her for convincing me to tag along on this insane venture, but she's not entirely to blame. After all, I'm still the one that agreed. "Me too," I whisper back. "I swear I just heard my knees crack."
It's been two weeks since the disastrous weekend at my Dad's and my heart is still a bit sore. Sam, the bright bulb that she is, thought that a little stakeout was going to be good for my bad mood. Her logic was that I'd get a kick out of spying on Dan. Yeah, sure. I'm the one who'll benefit from this little adventure, yet she's the one still in love with him.
"She won't understand," a familiar female voice says from above. "She'll probably hate me."
"Is that..." I don't even want to voice the name that pops into my head. She's not my friend, but her and Sam have gotten close this past year.
"Ivy," Sam says on a gasp. "That bitch."
"We don't know the details," I whisper. I knew that this was a bad idea. I knew it. Never have I ever thought of spying on Jessie. Not even when I'd thought that he'd cheated on me. I did not need to know anything else that would hurt me. Sam, on the other hand, wasn't as adept at self preservation as I was. "We should go before someone catches us," I say more to get Sam away from them than anything else. I'm not scared of either of them, but I am scared of what the girl beside me will do in all her anger.
"Nuh uh, she says while tiptoeing to get a better look inside. "I'm gonna kick someone's ass tonight."
I want so badly to roll my eyes. "You guys are broken up," I remind her. "And Ivy is your friend. I bet it's not what it looks like."
A month ago, I would've probably been ready to kick ass with her, but I knew better now. If losing Jessie has thought me anything, it's this. Give people the benefit of the doubt. I'd put my emotions to the forefront, and it had clouded my judgment. My actions for the last 365 days and counting, I can't take back. I can't take back any of the pain that I'd caused or unsay the harsh words. I can't mend Jessie's broken heart, or mine. Hell, I can barely clean up the wreckage.
Sam has her face scrunched up. She looks confused. I get on the tip of my toes too to see what she sees. The first thing that I notice are the books. There are books upon books on his bed. The two of them are bent over a huge textbook and they're talking in low whispers. They're studying? Um... what?
I look over at Sam. I can tell that she can't quite believe what she's seeing, because neither can I. Let's go, I mouth. It takes her a minute, but she finally nods.
On the way back to her house she's unusually quiet. She keeps flipping the radio stations seemingly at random and then groans. "What?" I ask. I don't know what she expected to see, and I also don't know why she's not more relieved that it's not that bad, all things considered. The things to consider would be Daniel's history of being an unfaithful slime bag and just Daniel himself. Personally, I don't see his appeal, but that's not important right now.
