Page 73 of Sweetheart

A toilet flushed; a door opened, and with a start, I realized I wasn't alone in the bathroom.

Brisa walked up to the sink next to mine, turned it on and began washing her hands.

"Hey, Brisa," I said.

"Hey," she said back.

"I was just practicing a monologue. For drama."

She glanced at me then away. "Cute."

Brisa didn't sound like she thought it was cute.She said it like she thought I was crazy.

Smooth, Scarlett. Real smooth.

"Student council should be fun this year," I said."Planning all the senior activities. Are you excited tograduate?"

She scoffed quietly.

"Yeah, I know it's a lot. I heard you got a scholarship to—"

"Can we not?" she said.

It was so abrupt my mouth snapped shut on reflex.

After a moment, though, I recovered.

"Can we not…what?" I asked. "I thought we were okay."

Brisa rolled her eyes then turned to face me with a smile. "Scarlett, I don't even know you."

I blinked.

"Being on council together doesn't make us BFFs," she went on. "If you insist on rambling, can you please go somewhere else? You'redisrupting my me time."

"Wow," I said quietly. "I always thought you were nice."

"I am nice. To people who deserve it."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She lifted a brow, and I shook my head.

"What'd I ever do to you?" I asked.

"To me, nothing," she said then tilted her head. "But just FYI, dating my ex doesn't make us besties either."

Internally, I smiled.

So. Brisa was jealous. Guess wecould check off stage two of the plan.

That should've made me glad, but then she kept going.

"Sam, on the other hand, is my friend," Brisa said. "One of my best friends. And if you hurt him, I will make your life hell."

I jerked back. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

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