We had it planned. I had it planned. It would be perfect. And it would be so damn satisfying. Blake was going down. Down into a measly little hole. And buried there. Blake was so screwed.
Smiling a vicious smile that was quite unlike me I left for homecoming. Come on Wes, as fast as you can, we’re going to leave Blake in the dust.

Where he belongs.

My Gffs and I piled into two cars, on our way to meet the boys at Carson’s house. First Pictures, then dinner, then to Homecoming, then to Wes’ house for party time. I was going to enjoy this. Looking the way I looked, Blake would be staring longingly the whole night as Wes held me in his arms. Because Wes deserves me. And Blake doesn’t.