Speechless(4)

                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—”