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Authors: Amy Sparling
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ago. The idea of a girl emailing him, even if he didn’t reply, just kills me.
I know I’ll regret it, but I click on the first email and skim the contents. They aren’t so bad. Just random stuff about work and motocross—well that’s good news. A tiny voice in the back of my mind tells me to close the email, turn off the computer and put it back right freaking now! I’ve already snooped more than I ever should have and I didn’t find anything bad.
But I don’t listen to that little voice. I click on the next one. And the next one.
My eyes blur with a mixture of hurt and anger and other emotions I don’t even comprehend right now.
A picture of her wearing a skintight dress and posing with her hand on her hip next to another equally beautiful girl.
…come on Jace I know you aren’t my boyfriend but you’re like my best friend…
…how come you never reply to me anymore? You didn’t even say anything about my picture!...
Sad face. Sad face. Sad face.
I’m clicking through emails like a mad woman now, skimming random lines in her long emails before moving on to the next one.
Click. Click. Click.
Stop.
Panic.
On June 11 th of last year, Julie Garner sent an email to Jace that didn’t contain a single word. Just a picture of herself, naked and spread eagle on a bed.
Now I really do click out of the email and close the laptop. Now I really do put it back where I found it in the kitchen.
I don’t want to do the math in my head, to trace back the dates and figure out when exactly she sent him that picture. But I do it anyway. Jace and I started dating on May 19 th . It doesn’t take a math genius to know that June comes right after that.
The knot in my stomach rises up into my throat. I make it to the bathroom just in time to empty the contents of my stomach in one acidy, disgusting hurl. My eyes squeeze shut as I hover over the toilet puking out my guts. Amidst everything, the puke and the vile stench of it and the horrid taste in my mouth, all I can think about is one thing—Julie Garner’s perfectly shaped naked body.
It’s way more beautiful than I’ll ever be.
Chapter 13
A loud knock on the front door makes me jump out of my thoughts and land back in the real world. Somehow I ended up on the bathroom floor, knees pulled to my chest with tears streaming down my face. The knock comes again, this time more forceful. It’s right about now that I notice my cell phone is ringing from the other room.
I jump up and wipe the tears off my face with the back of my hand. My stomach fills with nausea but I ignore it and pull open the front door. To my relief, it’s Becca and not Jace. Not that I have any desire to see anyone at the moment, but my best friend is a whole lot better than Jace.
“Good god what is wrong with you?” Becca yanks off her sunglasses and tosses them onto the floor with her purse and a beach bag. She’s already wearing her eighty dollar bikini under a pink sundress and she smells faintly of self-tanner. “Have you been crying? What is that smell?”
My face crumples in confusion because nothing she says makes any sense right now. All I can think about is Julie’s perfect boobs and the fact that Jace saw them. He could look at that email every day for all I know.
Becca’s arms wrap around me as I burst into tears and fall to my knees. She drops to the floor and asks me a million questions. Finally something snaps me out of my insanity. “Should I call 9-1-1? What is it Bayleigh, you’re freaking me the hell out!”
I look up and swallow, blinking back tears. I shake my head and sniffle until I can breathe again. “No. No I’m fine. I’m just…heartbroken.” My voice cracks at that last word and my eyes threaten to gush out tears again. Becca grabs my wrists and squeezes them tightly in my lap.
Her words are precise and spoken slowly as if I’m a child with a hearing impairment. “What. The. Hell. Happened?”
I take a deep breath. “I read Jace’s
I know I’ll regret it, but I click on the first email and skim the contents. They aren’t so bad. Just random stuff about work and motocross—well that’s good news. A tiny voice in the back of my mind tells me to close the email, turn off the computer and put it back right freaking now! I’ve already snooped more than I ever should have and I didn’t find anything bad.
But I don’t listen to that little voice. I click on the next one. And the next one.
My eyes blur with a mixture of hurt and anger and other emotions I don’t even comprehend right now.
A picture of her wearing a skintight dress and posing with her hand on her hip next to another equally beautiful girl.
…come on Jace I know you aren’t my boyfriend but you’re like my best friend…
…how come you never reply to me anymore? You didn’t even say anything about my picture!...
Sad face. Sad face. Sad face.
I’m clicking through emails like a mad woman now, skimming random lines in her long emails before moving on to the next one.
Click. Click. Click.
Stop.
Panic.
On June 11 th of last year, Julie Garner sent an email to Jace that didn’t contain a single word. Just a picture of herself, naked and spread eagle on a bed.
Now I really do click out of the email and close the laptop. Now I really do put it back where I found it in the kitchen.
I don’t want to do the math in my head, to trace back the dates and figure out when exactly she sent him that picture. But I do it anyway. Jace and I started dating on May 19 th . It doesn’t take a math genius to know that June comes right after that.
The knot in my stomach rises up into my throat. I make it to the bathroom just in time to empty the contents of my stomach in one acidy, disgusting hurl. My eyes squeeze shut as I hover over the toilet puking out my guts. Amidst everything, the puke and the vile stench of it and the horrid taste in my mouth, all I can think about is one thing—Julie Garner’s perfectly shaped naked body.
It’s way more beautiful than I’ll ever be.
Chapter 13
A loud knock on the front door makes me jump out of my thoughts and land back in the real world. Somehow I ended up on the bathroom floor, knees pulled to my chest with tears streaming down my face. The knock comes again, this time more forceful. It’s right about now that I notice my cell phone is ringing from the other room.
I jump up and wipe the tears off my face with the back of my hand. My stomach fills with nausea but I ignore it and pull open the front door. To my relief, it’s Becca and not Jace. Not that I have any desire to see anyone at the moment, but my best friend is a whole lot better than Jace.
“Good god what is wrong with you?” Becca yanks off her sunglasses and tosses them onto the floor with her purse and a beach bag. She’s already wearing her eighty dollar bikini under a pink sundress and she smells faintly of self-tanner. “Have you been crying? What is that smell?”
My face crumples in confusion because nothing she says makes any sense right now. All I can think about is Julie’s perfect boobs and the fact that Jace saw them. He could look at that email every day for all I know.
Becca’s arms wrap around me as I burst into tears and fall to my knees. She drops to the floor and asks me a million questions. Finally something snaps me out of my insanity. “Should I call 9-1-1? What is it Bayleigh, you’re freaking me the hell out!”
I look up and swallow, blinking back tears. I shake my head and sniffle until I can breathe again. “No. No I’m fine. I’m just…heartbroken.” My voice cracks at that last word and my eyes threaten to gush out tears again. Becca grabs my wrists and squeezes them tightly in my lap.
Her words are precise and spoken slowly as if I’m a child with a hearing impairment. “What. The. Hell. Happened?”
I take a deep breath. “I read Jace’s
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