had been in an intense personal conversation.
“I’ve been looking all over for you! Where did you go?” Faye looked perfectly happy, as if she was having the time of her life.
Which she probably is
, Liz thought, furious,
since she’s spent all evening with Lucas Morrow!
“Oh, you’ve been looking all over, have you?”
“Yeah.…” Obviously picking up on her sarcastic tone, Faye looked at her strangely. “What’s the matter?”
“So, when you were looking all over for me, Faye—was that just in the ten seconds this evening when you haven’t been glued to Lucas Morrow’s face?”
Faye looked shocked. “What?”
“It’s disgusting,” Liz stormed. “You’ve been all over him. Everyone’s talking about it!”
Jimmy tried to interject, timidly putting up his hand. “Um, I’m not—”
“Oh, go away, Jimmy,” Liz snapped.
“Don’t talk to Jimmy like that!” Faye protested. “Stop being an idiot, Liz—come on, come talk to Lucas. He thinks—”
“Oh, so now I’m an idiot, am I?” Liz’s rage was beginning to bubble over. “Some best friend you turned out to be, Faye McCarron.”
“Liz, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. One minute we were both talking to Lucas, and the next minute you’d vanished. I only stayed there because I wanted to talk to him for the article. And it was a good talk, I think.”
“Sure,” spat Liz. “It looked really good from where I was standing—good for you, that is. You knew I liked him, Faye. And now you’re going after him yourself. How could you?”
“I’m not! We were just talking!”
Liz had had enough. She pushed off from the wall and shoved Faye out of the way, spilling some of her drink in the process. “Well, don’t think you’re getting a ride home from me, McCarron. You can walk, for all I care!”
Chapter 13: Night Terrors
Faye couldn’t believe what had just happened. How on earth could her best friend think she would do such a thing, especially when Liz had made it so clear that she was totally head over heels for Lucas?
And then, as Faye thought about it, anger began to take over. What sort of friend thought about another friend like that, period? And over a stupid boy! And even if Faye had wanted Lucas for herself, what right did Liz have to get upset about it? As if she’d somehow put a label on him saying TAKEN , or something? Unbelievable!
Faye looked at her watch. It was 10:30 p.m.—early, considering the party was due to go on until midnight and Aunt Pam had told her she could stay to the end. But she was no longer in the party mood, and anyway, she’d just lost her ride. She didn’t feel like going around to all her friends, begging them to drive her. She’d have to explain why she wasn’t going back with Liz, which would just be embarrassing and would add fuel to whatever rumors were already going around the party. Anyway, Faye didn’t really feel like spending any more time in the same room as Liz. Even if she hadn’t been doing what her friend had accused her of, Faye had to admit that she’d had fun talking to Lucas—which only made her feel more confused and angry. She just wanted to go home, alone, right away.
Making up her mind to walk, Faye was about to search for Candi to say goodbye when she spotted Liz. She had her arms around Lucas’s waist and was pulling him toward the dance floor. Faye turned away, feeling something suspiciously like jealousy. She had to get out of there.
Heading for the door, she slipped out of the cabin unnoticed and made her way into the woods.
Though it was dark, the sky was so clear that the moon shone silver on the snow, lighting her way. Faye set off in the direction of Winter Mill, avoiding the track and instead cutting through the trees, heading for the road into town. She wasn’t worried about getting lost—she’d spent so much time up here as a child, exploring with her father, that she knew the forest as well as she knew the town itself. The
“I’ve been looking all over for you! Where did you go?” Faye looked perfectly happy, as if she was having the time of her life.
Which she probably is
, Liz thought, furious,
since she’s spent all evening with Lucas Morrow!
“Oh, you’ve been looking all over, have you?”
“Yeah.…” Obviously picking up on her sarcastic tone, Faye looked at her strangely. “What’s the matter?”
“So, when you were looking all over for me, Faye—was that just in the ten seconds this evening when you haven’t been glued to Lucas Morrow’s face?”
Faye looked shocked. “What?”
“It’s disgusting,” Liz stormed. “You’ve been all over him. Everyone’s talking about it!”
Jimmy tried to interject, timidly putting up his hand. “Um, I’m not—”
“Oh, go away, Jimmy,” Liz snapped.
“Don’t talk to Jimmy like that!” Faye protested. “Stop being an idiot, Liz—come on, come talk to Lucas. He thinks—”
“Oh, so now I’m an idiot, am I?” Liz’s rage was beginning to bubble over. “Some best friend you turned out to be, Faye McCarron.”
“Liz, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. One minute we were both talking to Lucas, and the next minute you’d vanished. I only stayed there because I wanted to talk to him for the article. And it was a good talk, I think.”
“Sure,” spat Liz. “It looked really good from where I was standing—good for you, that is. You knew I liked him, Faye. And now you’re going after him yourself. How could you?”
“I’m not! We were just talking!”
Liz had had enough. She pushed off from the wall and shoved Faye out of the way, spilling some of her drink in the process. “Well, don’t think you’re getting a ride home from me, McCarron. You can walk, for all I care!”
Chapter 13: Night Terrors
Faye couldn’t believe what had just happened. How on earth could her best friend think she would do such a thing, especially when Liz had made it so clear that she was totally head over heels for Lucas?
And then, as Faye thought about it, anger began to take over. What sort of friend thought about another friend like that, period? And over a stupid boy! And even if Faye had wanted Lucas for herself, what right did Liz have to get upset about it? As if she’d somehow put a label on him saying TAKEN , or something? Unbelievable!
Faye looked at her watch. It was 10:30 p.m.—early, considering the party was due to go on until midnight and Aunt Pam had told her she could stay to the end. But she was no longer in the party mood, and anyway, she’d just lost her ride. She didn’t feel like going around to all her friends, begging them to drive her. She’d have to explain why she wasn’t going back with Liz, which would just be embarrassing and would add fuel to whatever rumors were already going around the party. Anyway, Faye didn’t really feel like spending any more time in the same room as Liz. Even if she hadn’t been doing what her friend had accused her of, Faye had to admit that she’d had fun talking to Lucas—which only made her feel more confused and angry. She just wanted to go home, alone, right away.
Making up her mind to walk, Faye was about to search for Candi to say goodbye when she spotted Liz. She had her arms around Lucas’s waist and was pulling him toward the dance floor. Faye turned away, feeling something suspiciously like jealousy. She had to get out of there.
Heading for the door, she slipped out of the cabin unnoticed and made her way into the woods.
Though it was dark, the sky was so clear that the moon shone silver on the snow, lighting her way. Faye set off in the direction of Winter Mill, avoiding the track and instead cutting through the trees, heading for the road into town. She wasn’t worried about getting lost—she’d spent so much time up here as a child, exploring with her father, that she knew the forest as well as she knew the town itself. The
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