A/N: Have I already said how wonderful PTB is? My betas for this chapter were Bella_Barbaric and Say Goodbye Again, and I'm so happy with how it turned out thanks to their input.
The girl was evidently loony. Surely everyone must have noticed by now. I hoped so; she needed to have her mask ripped off, so people could see what she really was like and not that saintly façade she put on for show.
Perhaps she'd really lost it at last. Perhaps they would have her committed soon. She looked like she needed it. She sat alone in a corner each single day and sulked for hours.
What the hell was wrong with her, anyway? Yeah, she'd been dumped. Perfect, gorgeous Edward Cullen had moved out of town with his family and, going by appearances, he hadn't even bothered to give her a call in months. Big deal.
Obviously she was taking things to extremes. We'd all been dumped at some point. I myself was still suffering horribly because of Mike's decision that we should only be friends.
And I had to see him every day, sit next to him throughout lunch, and share classes with him. If that wasn't painful, then I didn't know what was.
Surely my pain was as strong as Bella's, yet I wasn't moping all day and ignoring my friends. But oh no, extraordinary Bella Swan likely thought her pain was special, different from that of mere mortals. No one would ever suffer as much as she did.
I rolled my eyes. The chick really liked to play the martyr. She was clearly trying to draw attention using her tragic heroine attitude. Mike's attention, most probably.
Well, I certainly wasn't playing her game. I was not going to let her get the spotlight quite that easily. She was not going to bewitch Mike by acting damsel in distress. Not if I could help it. She could sulk and brood and cry all she wanted.
I turned my back on Bella, swiping my hair over my shoulder. In the same movement, I shifted my position, making sure Mike saw me and only me.