I can’t believe she would do this to me.

Elizabeth Martin dragged herself over to the window.

Where did she think she was going?

Leah was tiptoeing around the back of the house, clearly unaware of Liz looking at her.

If she’s off to that freak’s house again, why I’ll…

Who was she kidding? Of course Leah was going to Beth’s house. Why wouldn’t she be going there? That’s all she ever went out of the house for anyways.

Liz didn’t like anything about Beth Reynolds. From her pasted on smile, to her bright red hair, Liz thought her creepy. Popular, yes, but creepy. And if Beth thought she could make a fool out of Leah, well then she…

Was going to be right.

Beth had a way with Leah. Liz didn’t know what Leah saw in her, but for some reason Leah insisted on “hanging” with her.

Bah.

Liz really didn’t want to follow her. Let her do whatever the hell she wants with whoever the hell she wants to do it with. Liz didn’t care.

Oh, sure.

Liz frowned.

The fact was Liz did care. All too much.