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I grew impatient as I transferred the print into the developer, watching intently as the image slowly began to darken. There she was, perfection. When I snapped it, she was walking towards Miranda's convertible. She would look wonderful sitting beside me, the wind rushing through our hair, no one around.

Especially not Gordo.

I had no doubt I could have her as my own, but he stepped in. He's like a fly around a carcass, always hovering, buzzing, annoying. Nothing gave me more pleasure than squashing him like the bug that he is. Did I have a problem with him before? No, he was actually a sort of amusement. Always had the answer to everything, always though he was so smart.

Suddenly, the cell phone beside me beeped. A text message from Kate. I rolled my eyes. Kate Sanders. Miss Perfect. I laughed out loud when I thought about her believing she would win the crown. Her perfect night, as she called it, with her perfect date. I've got other plans. When ever she begins to talk, I tune her out. It's easiest to use the perfected method of staring off into the distance just past her head and occasionally nodding.

My head suddenly began to hurt. I reached over the shelves and grabbed a bottle of aspirin. If only the first hit had been a good one. If only I'd knocked Gordo down before he had a chance to even consider fighting back. I swallowed three pills without anything to drink, wondering how long until the drug had an effect.

I have to say, I was surprised. I didn't think he could or he would fight. It's not easy hiding evidence of a fight, especially when it's all across your face. Sure, questions were asked, but I found a good reason.

I have a good reason for everything.

Many people think I don't. They can't get past my attractive looks, but there's more to me than meets the eyes.

I bet no one knew I could develop pictures, I bet no one even knew I could take pictures. Some people, so full of themselves.

But not Lizzie. She's truly kind. Not like some girls. She is soft spoken and beautiful. She doesn't have a mean part to her.

Which is why, it will be tragic what will happen.

The dance is on Friday, only two more days. Everything is set up and in place. Only two more days and I will have my prize. Only two more days and I can drop this charade I've been putting on for so long. Only two more days. At the dance. She will be mine.