Nicole's POV
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Nicole ran the brush through her silky hair. She was sitting on the floor of her cousin Emily's house. She and Emily were close, and she needed to be with her right now. She needed to vent. She needed to bad-mouth that stupid Paisley Reed.
Nicole set down the brush and tried for a moment to take her mind off everything. She looked around at Emily's pristine room. Her carpet was a spotless cream, and everything else was white. Her desk, the freshly painted walls, even the corkboard tacked with millions of pictures. The only color was mainly from the vanity table, which was also white, but specked with thousands of shades of lipstick, nail polish, and eye shadow.
Emily had gone downstairs to get Nicole some "comfort food" (and of course she wouldn't tell Nicole what it was), so Nicole sat at the vanity table and plucked a bottle of cherry red nail polish off the smooth counter. She uncapped the bottle and ran the smooth brush along her nail.
Nicole didn't know how she was going to get along without Brittany. Who would she gossip with? Who would tell her that her hair was messed up? Who would constantly gush over her clothes? There were other girls, of course, but it wasn't the same without Brittany. Ugh. Cheerleading would be so boring.
Nicole intended to hide her grieving. When people asked, she planned to smile and brush it off as nothing, pretend it didn't bother her. Which was such a lie.
Nicole frowned as the brush painted the side of her finger. She had never worried about lying before. So why was she worried now?
"Okay, Nicole!" Emily said in a sing-song voice as she bounced into the room. Nicole saw she was holding a giant ice cream sundae, with hot fudge, sprinkles, whipped cream, and two maraschino cherries on top. She handed Nicole the bowl.
"Thanks, Emily," Nicole said, setting the bowl on the counter of the vanity table. "That's so nice of you, but I'm watching my calories."
Emily scoffed. "Oh, come awn. Don't give me that."
Nicole shrugged.
"Fine. Then I'll make you eat it."
Nicole didn't want to give Emily the satisfaction, so she spooned some into her mouth.
"That's my girl," Emily grinned. "So. Paisley Reed's her name, right? Don't worry about her. They'll take good care of her in prison. So sad. There won't be another loser stinking up the hallways at your school. Oh, she will be missed terribly!" Emily had the sarcasm turned on high.
Nicole managed a wane smile. "She was such a freak, I'm not kidding. I mean, like, who picked out her clothes? Her mom? And that cami she wore at the party…obviously polyester."
Emily blinked. "You said it was sort of like the yellow one you have."
"No. It had, like, these giant buttons on it. It was disgusting."
Secretly, Nicole had liked the cami…sort of. She would have liked it better if someone else -- anyone rather than Paisley Reed -- had been wearing it.
Nicole harrumphed and ate some more ice cream.
She was going to pay. They were all going to pay. Hayley too. How could Stone have wanted to date Hayley -- or Paisley, even! -- when he could've had Brittany? She was so much better than either of those losers.
"I'm going to get her back," Nicole said.
Emily's brow furrowed. "How? She's kind of in jail at the moment. And will be in prison soon enough."
"Not her best friend," Nicole said, suddenly remembering Sage. Sage, a timid little mouse, afraid of parties. Afraid of her shadow. So what would she do if Nicole suddenly…well, announced to the school…that Sage did something. Something bad. Her precious little Paisley wouldn't be there to see it.
Nicole sighed. And neither would Brittany.
"Listen, sweetie." Emily scooted closer to her cousin. "Don't let those bitches get you down. They're losers, all right? And they'll never been anything more." She hugged Nicole. "You do what you have to do. But remember -- you're so much better than any of them."
Nicole smirked. That was so true.