brother had been sent to that horrid hospital only a few days afterwards, and Scarlett had been stuck with her unloving mother. Her life had become miserable.
She had always planned to get Tristan back somehow for doing what he had done so many years ago, but she was too nice. She couldn't destroy him like he had destroyed her. If only Tristan had had the smarts to shut his loud mouth, her life could have stayed at least a little normal at school, but, of course, Tristan couldn't keep his large trap shut to save his own pitiful life. If only he had kept the crucial information to himself, Scarlett could have suffered in silence about the death of her parents…
She couldn't think about it; no, not now...not ever. She didn't want to bring back the memories of the pale, cold, still corpses of her father and stepmother. Damn, too late. Finally the bell finally rang, signaling the end of school, and Scarlett hurriedly packed her things and ran out the door and to her locker.
"Hey, Scar." Kate came up behind her, causing her to drop the papers she had been stuffing rather roughly into her locker.
"Holy crap, Kate, you scared the hell out of me," Scarlett said, bending down to retrieve her fallen essays. Kate went down to help too.
While they were kneeling on the ground, gathering scattered papers, Kate asked, "Why did I startle you? You know, you've been very finicky lately."
"Yeah, well, I thought you were someone else," Scarlett said, not looking up to meet Kate's inquisitive expression.
"Is it—?"
"Yes, it's him. He won't get out of my head!"
"Maybe you should just forgive him. You know he didn't think it would ruin your—"
"I don't want to talk about it right now, Kate. As for forgiving him, that possibility entered my brain about one thousand times. And do you know what the final resolution came to be each time? Not in a million centuries."
"Okay, it's your decision. Did you see the way he was looking at you the entire time during lab? And then when you started crying...sorry, I mean when your allergies kicked in, did you see his face? That poor boy—"
"Yeah, he's such a poor boy when he ruined my po—"
"Hey, Scar! Kate!" Ginny and Meghan walked up behind Scarlett and Kate. All four of them walked out the school building together, talking about the movie they were planning to see that weekend.
"...and I heard that you are supposed to jump in your seat about every ten seconds. Won't that be fabulous?" Ginny was saying.
"Wait...what are we going to see?" Kate asked.
"Drag Me to Hell. And I bet I know what happens in the end..." Ginny answered.
"Lemme guess, the main character gets lifted up into Heaven surrounded by hundreds of humming angels. Am I right?" Meghan said.
"One hundred percent correct!"
"Okay, well, see you guys tomorrow," Kate said, breaking out of the group to get into her car.
"Yeah, see ya." Meghan was in her car too.
"Um...Ginny, we're at your car now," Scarlett said, completely stopped in front of a beat up Chevy.
"Oh, okay, right," Ginny said, turning her gaze back on Scarlett. "Oh, and by the way: have fun."
"Wait, what?" Scarlett was left dumbfounded.
"Hey," a male voice said behind Scarlett. Before she turned around to see who it was, Scarlett glanced at the rearview mirror in Ginny's car and saw a wide smile on Ginny's lips.
Scarlett turned around to see Francis Rogers, the senior who worked at Charles' hospital. Oh, no.
"Uh...what are you doing here, Frankie?" Scarlett asked, not trying to hide the quizzical expression that clearly showed on her face. "If it has something to do with Charles, you could have just called me on my cell phone. I mean, I'm pretty sure the hospital has my number on the board because I thought that I gave it to them four years ago when Charles was first admitted. I think that David was the one I gave it to, but if I'm wrong, hey, it's been four
She had always planned to get Tristan back somehow for doing what he had done so many years ago, but she was too nice. She couldn't destroy him like he had destroyed her. If only Tristan had had the smarts to shut his loud mouth, her life could have stayed at least a little normal at school, but, of course, Tristan couldn't keep his large trap shut to save his own pitiful life. If only he had kept the crucial information to himself, Scarlett could have suffered in silence about the death of her parents…
She couldn't think about it; no, not now...not ever. She didn't want to bring back the memories of the pale, cold, still corpses of her father and stepmother. Damn, too late. Finally the bell finally rang, signaling the end of school, and Scarlett hurriedly packed her things and ran out the door and to her locker.
"Hey, Scar." Kate came up behind her, causing her to drop the papers she had been stuffing rather roughly into her locker.
"Holy crap, Kate, you scared the hell out of me," Scarlett said, bending down to retrieve her fallen essays. Kate went down to help too.
While they were kneeling on the ground, gathering scattered papers, Kate asked, "Why did I startle you? You know, you've been very finicky lately."
"Yeah, well, I thought you were someone else," Scarlett said, not looking up to meet Kate's inquisitive expression.
"Is it—?"
"Yes, it's him. He won't get out of my head!"
"Maybe you should just forgive him. You know he didn't think it would ruin your—"
"I don't want to talk about it right now, Kate. As for forgiving him, that possibility entered my brain about one thousand times. And do you know what the final resolution came to be each time? Not in a million centuries."
"Okay, it's your decision. Did you see the way he was looking at you the entire time during lab? And then when you started crying...sorry, I mean when your allergies kicked in, did you see his face? That poor boy—"
"Yeah, he's such a poor boy when he ruined my po—"
"Hey, Scar! Kate!" Ginny and Meghan walked up behind Scarlett and Kate. All four of them walked out the school building together, talking about the movie they were planning to see that weekend.
"...and I heard that you are supposed to jump in your seat about every ten seconds. Won't that be fabulous?" Ginny was saying.
"Wait...what are we going to see?" Kate asked.
"Drag Me to Hell. And I bet I know what happens in the end..." Ginny answered.
"Lemme guess, the main character gets lifted up into Heaven surrounded by hundreds of humming angels. Am I right?" Meghan said.
"One hundred percent correct!"
"Okay, well, see you guys tomorrow," Kate said, breaking out of the group to get into her car.
"Yeah, see ya." Meghan was in her car too.
"Um...Ginny, we're at your car now," Scarlett said, completely stopped in front of a beat up Chevy.
"Oh, okay, right," Ginny said, turning her gaze back on Scarlett. "Oh, and by the way: have fun."
"Wait, what?" Scarlett was left dumbfounded.
"Hey," a male voice said behind Scarlett. Before she turned around to see who it was, Scarlett glanced at the rearview mirror in Ginny's car and saw a wide smile on Ginny's lips.
Scarlett turned around to see Francis Rogers, the senior who worked at Charles' hospital. Oh, no.
"Uh...what are you doing here, Frankie?" Scarlett asked, not trying to hide the quizzical expression that clearly showed on her face. "If it has something to do with Charles, you could have just called me on my cell phone. I mean, I'm pretty sure the hospital has my number on the board because I thought that I gave it to them four years ago when Charles was first admitted. I think that David was the one I gave it to, but if I'm wrong, hey, it's been four
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