I watch to my horror as the love of my life walks in, hand-in-hand with another girl. My heart fumes, my blood boils, and my eyes burn with green fire. Her name’s Elizabeth. It’s not just her name that’s like a queen, she acts like one herself. But she’s also so kind and fragile at the same time. So perfectly poised.

One day she was practicing the pyramid with her cheer squad and I quietly slipped into the girls locker room and found what I was looking for.

Lizzy’s gucci top. I finished my job and left as if nothing happened. The next day she didn’t come to school. Apparently she wasn’t feeling well…