Becoming A Butterfly (The Butterfly Chronicles)

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dad’s car.
     
    “ You wouldn’t,” Jade said, as all the color drained from her face. She was afraid for me.
     
    “ Of course I would. All I have to lose is nothing, and everything to gain, along with your embarrassment and further outcast.” He leaned forward on his elbows and smiled at her. “Don’t tempt me.” I scooted away from him without even thinking. What did he have against me?
     
    “ Fine,” Jade conceded. He chewed on his pizza, and we ate in silence.
     
    When he was done, he rose, barely smiled at us, and he said, “This was fun girls; we should do it again. Lacey, I’ll see you later in class.”
     
     
    After school and work for my parents, I went home. In my room I took down my secret stash of money from the top corner of my closet. I counted it out and was surprised that I had, in fact, raised the funds for my car with a few hundred to spare. I was sure that would get eaten up with the plate and the taxes. When my dad got home, he promised to call Tasha’s dad and take me after school the next day to purchase my car. I was beyond happy. That small light at the end of the tunnel made everything with Chase seem irrelevant. I began building Chase’s website while I waited for Henry to IM me. He and I had a better chat that evening, and I felt like we were getting closer and closer. I just had to figure out a way to reveal myself and not damage our relationship. Would that even be possible? I wasn’t sure, but boy, did I hope so. After everything, I felt comfortable enough to be around him. I noticed that at school people were still using expressions I had said on pages and gossiping about Henry and Farrah. He was not silent about his relationship with her.
     
     
    I was getting ready for school when Lana came in. She watched me in the mirror as I attempted putting on a dab of brown eye shadow.
     
    “ Can I borrow your black top?” she asked.
     
    “ Which one?” I asked shortly. I was running late and didn’t have time to deal with her.
     
    “ This one?” She held up a long-sleeved, black cotton knit top. It had a high collar and long torso.
     
    “ You’ll burn up in that today. Besides it will swallow you up.” She looked down at the hanger. “You’re not going to wear it as a dress are you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
     
    “ No!” she exclaimed terror in her eyes. “I’m wearing it with jeans and a big belt.” I thought about it for a minute and thought that would actually look good.
     
    “ Yeah, but wash it before you return it, OK?”
     
    “ OK.” She turned and left. She didn’t bounce from my room like usual, but I didn’t have to time to ask her if something was bothering her. I raced downstairs and out the door to school.
     
     
    Later that day as I was packing up my things, Chase leaned against the locker beside mine.
     
    “ Do you want a ride to your house?” I looked at him confused. “So, we can work on the music?” He drew out his words as if I didn’t speak the same language as him.
     
    “ Oh, I can’t today. My dad is taking me to buy a car.”
     
    “ You realize your deadline is fast approaching, and you haven’t even touched the website yet.”
     
    “ I’m sure it won’t take very long. I’m paying cash and there shouldn’t be much to it. I’ll meet you somewhere when I’m done or you can just come over if you want.” I thought I was being more than helpful.
     
    “ Fine, I’ll text you an address. Don’t be too long.” He frowned.
     
    I practically skipped out to my dad sitting at the curb. When I climbed in, he shared my goofy grin, and we drove to the car dealership.
     
     
    Unfortunately, there was a lot of paperwork to sign for the car. I couldn’t sign for anything; my dad had to, but it didn’t change the fact that it was my car. Finally, I had my wheels. I was beside myself with excitement. I have to say I think my dad was a bit envious of my first car, too.
     
    The salesman Bill took a picture of my dad,

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