"Did we lose him?" Derek asked as they turned another corner in the mall. Margo looked back swiftly and was relieved to see that her protective father wasn't chasing them down.

"He's nowhere in sight." She let out a relieved sigh, "That was a close one."

"Almost like the all those times we got caught hanging out at the orphanages, huh?" Derek chuckled.

Margo laughed at the memories running through her mind. Derek had caused her to get into quite a bit of trouble when she was younger, but she regretted none of it and would gladly relive all of it if she was given a choice to. She still remembered when they had gotten stuck up in the park tree when they were hiding from their guardians. Oh, how hard she was punished for that one, but still so worth it.

Her thoughts trailed off when Derek's laugh stopped abruptly. She opened her mouth to ask what was wrong when she saw what had caused his distraction.

A stunning beautiful tan girl with long dark hair and emerald eyes was staring at them, an expression of betrayal on her face as tears streamed down her face. She tried to form words, any words at all, but all that came out was a timid squeak before she turned quickly and ran away from us.

"Angel! It's not like that! I- oh no." Derek shouted before running after her.

Margo stood frozen to the spot. She knew how much Derek liked Angel. He always brought her up when something pretty popped up such as a rose or an orchid where he would say, "Angel would love that." or "I should get one of these for Angel."

Their relationship was rocky and they fought a lot, but they really did care about each other. Margo had known Derek for many years, but she never saw his eyes light up the same way they did when Angel was brought up in a conversation, or when he showed her all of their couple photos, in all of which you could see the love brimming from her eyes as she looked up at him.

All of that, and Margo had just managed to ruin it by becoming the dreaded "other woman". Just because she wanted some type of vengeance for her heartbreak, she had managed to break two others.

Words could not explain her self-loathing at the moment.

Antonio could hardly hold back his smirk as he watched Angel run away in tears with Derek trailing behind her like a lost puppy. Surely Margo must be quite angry with him for leaving her to chase after another girl, especially since this was the second time it had happened to her.

Casually, he walked around the corner and saw the girl who was the very object of his plan curled up against the wall. He would have smiled at the sight, but something was wrong. She didn't seem angry at Derek at all, just sad with eyes brimming with tears, as if she hated herself instead of the blond he intended her anger to be directed at.

"Oh please, mighty forces in the skies," He thought, "If I mess up one more time I might as well become that idiot who used to be Gru's nemesis. Vlad? Vloyd? Victor? Oh well, I know it starts with a V."

"Margo." He spoke gently instead of in his usual cocky attitude, surprising himself, "What's wrong?"

The girl in question shook her head repeatedly as if she was trying to shake a memory out of her ears.

"I'm worse than you are." She looked up at him in sadness, "I drove my best friend and the love of his life apart forever. I deserve to be locked away for this. How could I have been so stupid?"

"What do you mean, bella?" Antonio squatted down onto his knees so he could be eye level with the girl.

"They might never get back together because I was so selfish. Derek really liked her, maybe even loved her, but now she probably won't even talk to him. She must feel so betrayed and broken inside. Do you have any idea how that feels? Because I do, and it's not something I'd wish on anyone, not even you." She wiped away any tears that dare fall with her sleeve.

Antonio felt a piece of his ice-cold heart chip. Why did he feel so guilty? This was exactly what he wanted. All that was left to do was to comfort her and convince her he had changed so that he could crush her again. So why was it so hard to spit out words that usually came so easy to him? No matter how hard he tried to come up with a lie, or comforting words, it was lost before he could mutter so much as a syllable.

Giving up on speaking, Antonio simply reached out to touch her arm. He almost flinched at the evil glare he was given, but didn't move from his place. It was in the plan, but he felt that he did more because of the need to be there for her at the moment rather than for strategic regions.

So when Margo gave in and leaned on his frame as her struggling to keep the tears in failed, and he wrapped an arm around her without a single thought, he was scared to the core. He was following the plan; that was what he told himself.

But his racing heart beat told a different story.