I watched as Kirsty and Garrett made out. She ran her well-manicured fingers through his hair. And I still had to serve detention wIth her, this was as bad as…um…well…it’s worse then anything I’ve ever seen!
I got out of my seat, nocking my chair over in the process. I was furious! I never thought such an evil person could exist! Jeez, Macy, get a grip. It’s not like Garrett’s enjoying this either. That’s when it dawned on me, he wasn’t, and any other guy I know would have kissed her right back. Garrett was truly one amazing guy. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who thought so. I just stared at Kirsty. Kirsty and Garrett.
Then I slapped her. Right across the face. A wicked mark appeared on her cheek. Then I remembered Garrett’s bruise. Was it better off if we didn’t hang out? Did his mom dislike me that much?
That’s when I felt her hand smacking my cheek, making a loud crack.
Ouch.