~Kayla~

Out of all the girls. Why choose her? My hands curled into tight fists as I watched that slut kiss him through the steamy window of Hunters café. She isn't pretty, and worst of all she's a blanker. It should be me in there kissing him. How could he have forgotten about me already? It wasn't that long ago when it was me in there with him. I ignore the sob that's trying to escape from my tightly clenched mouth.

You would have thought that me, Nance and Jo would have taught her a lesson, but no. Well maybe she needs a refresher course. And you would have thought that Kellan would have had enough common sense to keep his tongue out of her mouth after we beat her up just for his benefit.

I keep my hands fixed at my sides to stop myself from running in there and tearing out that bitch's hair. Something has to be done. This can't go on. How could he possibly like her over me? I'm gorgeous, tall, thin and sexy. She's a blanker for gods sake. Well lets just see…

I pick up my phone and dial a number I know off by heart.

"Hey, babe, you'll never guess what Kellan's been doing lately. Or should I say who he's been doing lately? A blanker by the name of Emilia." I smile coldly as I listen to the reaction of one of the only people that has the power to destroy Kellan.

"Oh hold on, I'll call you later with more details. I have some other people to call." I say as I hang up on the only brother in that family that seems to have any sense.

I quickly find another contact on my phone and hold the phone up to my ear as I listen to it ring.

"Hey Paul, honey, it's me, Kayla," I say huskily, "I have some news that you might be interested in on you friend Kellan, and feel free to tell anyone you want, but just tell them that I dumped Kellan first."

I continued to tell Paul about Emilia and Kellan in over-exaggerated and explicit detail.

"No Paul, you and I will not be doing that anytime soon," I had a sudden change of strategy, "Unless you tell as many people as you can. Then I might be in the mood to be a little more generous."

I hung up on Paul before I could here his enthusiastic and probably disgusting reply. Of course I want Kellan, and him not being available makes me want him even more, but along the way I may have to give out a few favours, and it's not like Paul isn't good-looking but not like Kellan. Kellan and I are meant to be, even if he doesn't know it yet. And prom's coming up, of course I assumed Kellan was going to ask me, but that was before all of this. But we'll still be going together whether he likes it or not.

I pick up my phone and dial the last number I need,

"Hey babes, change of plan, instead of going shopping this Saturday, you, me and Nance are going on a witch-hunt … Ye, turns out the blanker has been seeing too much of Kellan … Of course it makes me jealous! Me and Kellan are meant to be … No I do not think they have done 'it' yet, although that's what we're going to tell people … Yes I'm sure they have not had sex! He only saves that for special people. … Like me, you idiot! Just spread the word."

I hung up on Jo before I completely lost my temper at her. She is such an idiot! I don't know why I hang around with her. Oh yeah, it's cause she's good at beating up blankers. However I still find myself thinking back at what she said. They haven't -you know-ed yet, have they? He told me it was meaningful, like art, though I totally don't see what art has to do with sex, but anyway. I feel very possessive over him, he is mine, not hers, mine. She can't have him. She'll learn soon enough. Blankers and Crosses don't mix for a reason, because there are people, like me, Nance and Jo, that stop Crosses taking what they don't deserve. And she doesn't deserve him. Only I deserve him. And if I can't have him then the Blanker bitch is going to die.