I had been the apple of his eye until Reagan had gotten the lead part of the school play after Romeo and Juliet. When I got the next two plays’ leads, I again had his attention. Then Reagan stole the show (pardon the pun) on the last play of the year. After that, I had moved high schools. The last ten years, I had failed to see the pattern. I had been so blinded by…what? My lovesick heart? My jealousy of Reagan? Either way, I had wasted ten years of my life pining for this shallow, egocentric slimeball. I smiled at him coolly. “You have no idea how excited I am to do this.” He smiled and reached for me, puckering up. I stopped him with a pen from my purse. I smiled again, then reached over and scratched out his name on the cast list. He stared in shock as I turned and walked away, a huge grin on my face.