Jenni. That’s gotta be her new friend, and I knew I liked her. I’m gonna have to thank her after this.
Just as I look away, I notice something about the way Jenni moves.
Why does it seem so familiar?
When she flicks her ponytail, it hits me.
“Fuck no.”
It’s the girl…from my porch.
The blonde with the perfect teeth and too much perfume. The one who batted her lashes, begged for an autograph, and slid me her number with a wink and a whisper: You’ll use this. Eventually.
Now she’s here. Sitting next to my girl. Hugging her. Acting like she belongs and high-fiving Chris over her shoulder like this is just another fucking game.
Thatgirl is Jenni.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This can't be good.
What the fuck is she doing talking to my girl? Laughing with her? Hanging out with her like they’ve been besties since kindergarten?
I don’t move. I don’t breathe. My helmet dangles from my fingers, forgotten. All I can see is Honey smiling atthat girl.
She knew Honey was my girlfriend. Shehadto know before she ever spoke to her.
Did she find her on purpose? Insert herself into Honey’s life to snake her way to me? Is this just some cosmic joke where every girl with a vendetta ends up sitting next to the only person I care about?
I catch Jenni’s eye.
She sees me.
Smiles.
And then… smirks.
Or does she?
Fuck.Maybe I’m imagining it. Maybe the paranoia’s crawling up my spine and planting shit that isn’t there.
What if I’m wrong? What if it’s not her?
“Hey.” Sebi’s voice breaks through my thoughts. He's stopped mid-jog, eyeing me with concern. “You good?”
“Yeah, fine,” I say, but my voice sounds tight even to my own ears.
Sebi follows my gaze up to the stands. “Is Honey up there?”
“Yeah.”
“So what's with the death stare? Thought you'd be happy. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“More like a poltergeist,” I mutter, my jaw tight.
He lets out a breath. “Well, exorcise that shit. Covey’s not gonna take it easy on you because you’ve got girl problems.”