Isaac jerked open the drawer and pulled out a clean spoon. He grabbed the almost empty Rocky Road icecream, and drowned the rest of it. When he was done, he chucked the spoon at a framed photo of he and Bobbi, from when they briefly dated last year. The frame fell from the wall and shattered. Isaac didn't even care. He left everything where it was, and stomped up to his room.
Meanwhile, at Marcella's house...
"I home!" Marcella said, dropping her back-pack on their freshly polished floors.
"Oh, hi honey!" Mrs. Hanover said cheerfully. "Some sweet little girl named Bobbi Koehlar just called, and I said I'd have you call her back. Why don't you go ahead and call her, and I'll fix you a snack."
Marcella winced, hoping Bobbi hadn't figured out that she had lied about Holland. She picked the silver phone up from the reciever, and dialed Bobbi's number.
"Hello?" a soft gravely voice, who Marcella assumed was Ian Koehlar, said.
"Um... hi. This is Marcella, I'm calling Bobbi back."
"Oh, yea, one minute," Ian said. "Bobbi, phone!" he called in a much louder voice.
"Hello?" Bobbi said into the phone.
"Hey! Its Marcella. My mom said you called me," Marcella said, as her mom sat a plate of apples in front of her.
"Oh yea, I just wanted more details on exactly what Holland and Brodie said," Bobbi said, and Marcella's hopes dropped three floors.
"Oh," Marcella said, not wanting to talk about that anymore. "Brodie just kinda said exactly what Gregory did. I mean it wasn't actually that bad," Marcella said, regretting ever saying what she did, although liked how Bobbi's popularity was rubbing off. "I'm sure Brodie was just trying to be nice by filling in the new girl on what went on before she came here."
"I don't care if she was trying to be nice, or just trying to sabotage me, she's still going to be dead!" And with that, Bobbi hung up on Marcella, leaving her sitting there, not having any idea how to fix her mistake.
The next day at school...
"Hey Brodie," Cane said as she speed walked over to the sopt under the tree where Brodie was sitting. "Have you gotten any more texts from your secret admirer?"
Brodie nodded her head, looking very scared, and shoved the phone towards Cane. "Read this," she said, biting her lip, to keep back the tears.
ILuvBrodie: hey.
ILuveBrodie: i got tyler out of the way
Brodalicious: ??
ILuvBrodie: wanna go out w/ me?
Brodalicious: who r u?
ILuvBrodie: ur worst night mare... lol
"Come on Brodie, its not that bad. I'm sure its Tyler on a dare," Cane said, suddenley feeling bad fore telling her BFF that it might not be Tyler.
"No, Cane. You were right, and I was wrong," Brodie said. "Tyler just came over and broke up with me, because he said he heard about my new BF," Brodie said bursting in to tears.
Cane sat down next to Brodie to comfort her. "Did he say who it was," Cane asked.
"No," Brodie said throught sobs.
Just then, the bell rang. Brodie slowly got up, and wiped her tears on her navy cashmere dress. "See ya seconf period," Brodie said.
Cane waved, and rushed off. She was stopped half way to the doors by a tall boy in dark jeans, and a black hoodie. He stepped closer to Cane, and began to talk in a disquised voice, so Cane had no idea who it was.
"I'm Brodie's secret admirer. You help her find out who I am and your dead meat," he said. It was a cheesy threat, but it made Cane shiver anyway.
