Kay Bennett ran as hard as she could. She had no idea where she was going, she just wanted to get as far away as possible from Miguel and Charity.
It's not everyday that you walk in on your best friend (who you've been in love with since you were 6) and you oh-so-holy cousin in bed. Together. Him, her, they, them. Unbelievable.
And what was worse was their reactions. Miguel had this look of intense pleasure on his face, which quickly turned to confusion and then something else, which Kay couldn't quite read. Charity, however, was a different story. Kay could of swore she saw her smirk, and it was quickly replaced by that innocent, oblivious smile that she plastered on her perfect little face every day.
Kay was so intent on that thought that she didn't see a girl that had just stepped on out the sidewalk from a shop.
" Watch where your going, damn tourist!", the girl spat angrily.
" Watch it yourself, bitch!", Kay shot back.
As Kay glanced at the girl, she stopped dead in her tracks.
Miguel stumbled as he quickly got dressed.
" I'm really sorry Charity, but I have to find Kay and apologize. We shouldn't have let her see that. How did she get in anyways?", Miguel rambled.
Charity remained silent.
" I'll be right back as soon as I find her and make sure she's okay.", Miguel promised as he opened the door.
And Charity was met with a door slam. And then there was nothing but silence.
Charity Standish
Dear Diary,
I don't understand. I REALLY don't understand. What does Kay have that I don't? Why does every guy have to want her? And not me?
First Reese, then Matt, and now Miguel.
I know I'm prettier than she is and I've got her life. I have everything I've always wanted. But it's not enough.
Somehow Kay Bennett always comes out ahead.
Claire Standish swore under her breath. 'All these stupid tourists always getting in my way.' she thought as she glanced at the girl.
"What the hell...", she said, her eyes widening.
This girl looked like herself! Well, her natural self. The brown hair, the warm chocolate eyes... everything.
Of course, Claire didn't look like that anymore. After living 6 years in New York, she had changed. She had super blonde, straight hair and these awesome bright blue color contacts and the fashion sense of a supermodel.
But her face. Her face looked so familiar, so much like her own.
" Who are you?", she heard the girl whisper.
" I'm Claire Standish, and I don't know who you are, but stay away from me, okay?", she snapped, walking away.
Kay stood frozen in place as she watched the girl walk away. Claire Standish. Standish. Her relative.
" Oh my god. What is going on?", she asked out loud.
Her face had looked so much like her own. But everything else was artificial. The girl looked like a god damn Britney Spears wannabe.
" It's just a coincidence.", she told herself.
Now only if she could get herself to believe it.
Miguel frantically looked down the street. His eyes searched every face he could find.
"Kay?", he asked himself. Could it be? It was definantly her, he could tell her face apart from anyone else's, but how did she suddenly get blonde hair and blue eyes? And when did she change her clothes?
He ran down the street and grabbed her arm.
She whipped around and smacked him.
" Oh I'm so sorry, I thought you were trying to mug me or something.", she said, as her eyes looked him over.
" Kay, don't be silly. I just wanted to make sure that you're okay. Especially after... you, know...", Miguel trailed off.
" Anyways, do you want to go back to the hotel? We could all go get something to eat or whatever.", he continued, taking her hand.
And Claire was so speechless that she followed him without asking any questions.
Kay sighed. It had been over an hour already. Miguel was probably still in Charity's arms. Well, at least she could count on Charity to keep him busy.
Kay decided to go back to the hotel and talk to Matt. He was one of the only people she still totally trusted. Completely.
As she made her way to the hotel, her mind kept on flashing back to that weird encounter she had with Claire Standish.