The S-Word
“Cara’s room unfolds like a purple explosion. Her walls are lilac, her comforter’s so dark it’s almost black, and a dozen violet and plum pillows cover her bed. Cara’s a modern-day princess.And Kennedy’s a queen who wants my head. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demands.I’m screwed. I’m screwed. I’m royally screwed.Even worse, I’ve screwed Jesse. I have to find a way out of this.“Did you plan this?” Kennedy’s eyes are all fire, flicking from me to him. Her mouth is so big it could swallow us both.I rise to my feet. “How dare you,” I snarl at Jesse, widening my eyes for half a second to warn him.“Wh-what?” he says. I can tell part of him is terrified. But the other part wants to see where I’m going with this.Bless his curiosity.I stomp out of the closet, lightly pushing his chest. “You told me you wanted to come here with me.”“What?” Kennedy says.I ignore her. “You said you wanted to dance with me. And then you disappear and I track you down with this . . .
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