I don’t like it.
“What?” I snap, and she cringes just the slightest bit. That’s better.
All the bronzer in the world can’t hide her sudden blush. “I was just wondering what you were doing in the closet,” she says.
“None of your business.” No way am I letting Tessa know I’m the kind of loser who needs permission from her parents to do anything. As far as she’s concerned, I do whatever I want, whenever I want.
“Jeez, no need to bite my head off,” she says. “It was just a question.”
“That’s funny, because I have a question for you,” I say. “What’s it like to stab your best friend in the back?”
“What are you talking about?” she scoffs, but I can see the guilt flicker in her eyes. She’s not that smooth.
“I know about you and Owen,” I tell her. Tessa’s eyes go wide, and I take a step closer. “Did you really think you could keep it a secret?”
She backs up, flustered. “I don’t know what you mean,” she lies. “Are you drunk?”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” I retort. “What do you think Megan’s going to say when she finds out? Her boyfriend and her best friend. Talk about a knife in the back.”
Finally Tessa drops the innocent act, her jaw tensing with anger. “She won’t believe you.”
“Pictures don’t lie,” I point out.
Realization dawns on her face. “You snooped on my phone.”
I smirk at her. “You should be more careful with your indiscretions,” I say, and pull my phone from my pocket. “What was the point of pictures anyway? Were you going to post them to your Facebook and let Megan find out that way? Maybe I should save you the time and just forward them to her right now....” My thumb hovers over the keypad.
Tessa dives for my phone, but I snatch it back out of reach. Does she seriously think she can wrestle it from me? She really is a low-class bitch.
Now her anger gives way to panic. “Please, don’t tell her,” she begs. “It was so stupid of me, I know, but he said he was going to dump her anyway, and it was just a few times, and…” Her voice wavers. “Please, you can’t tell her—”