Page 22 of Fractured
My nemesis.
All throughout school.
She had to outdo me in everything.
For example, if I told Harlee that I liked a boy, she somehow found out about it and started dating him.
If I got a good grade on a test, she got a higher grade on the next one.
If I showed up with my hair looking lackluster, she showed up with shiny hair the next day.
Or if I brought an awesome lunch to school, she bragged about her better lunch the next day.
I disliked her with a passion.
What in the world was she doing here?
I eyed her, then I looked at Harlee, who winced.
Then she came over to me and lowered her tone, “I didn’t know she would be here. She pulled up a few minutes before you did.”
I sighed, “Of course she did.”
I shook my head.
Then I carried the cakes into his kitchen and set his gift bag on the butcher block island, my dream, and then unboxed the cakes.
I knew where he would be.
So that was why I grabbed the cake and carried it out to the dining room.
I had been right.
Everyone was standing in the room, and he was sitting.
I placed the cake in front of him as he rubbed his hands together, tagged a paper plate and a fork, took one of the slices, and placed it on his plate.
I caught my mother’s look, and then I had to bite down on my giggle.
Then I watched as Dominik got a forkful of the cake and put it in his mouth.
He chewed once and then grimaced.
Everyone looked at his face, then at me.
The little tart had the audacity to sneer at me.
Was she fucking for real?
When Dominik started laughing, he shook his head and looked at me, “Been waiting on you to do that.”
I giggled.
My mom snickered, “I helped her.”
Dominik nodded, then said, “Please tell me the other one is the good cake.”
I gasped, “Their both good cakes, Big Foot.”
