Free Kasey Screws Up the World by Rachel Shane Page A

against the lockers across the hallway, smirking. Ali Montauk.
    I dropped the sponge into the bucket with a splash that coated my legs and stalked up to her, abandoning Lonnie yet again. “You did this.”
    “Me?” She flattened her hand against her chest and fluttered her eyelashes in mock-innocent fashion. “I thought you were the one taking all the blame.”
    “I liked it better when you left me alone.”
    “Doubt that.” She peeled herself from the locker and stood upright. “You know though, I think the graffiti makes a good point.” She jutted her chin toward it. “You’re posting all these self-indulgent things about oh-what-a-cute-boy Finn is and how much you deserve the spotlight and blah blah blah.” Ali stepped so close to me, I could smell her peach shampoo. “When do we get to the good stuff? Like what the hell did you do to Lara? And Denise? And loser number two over there.”
    “Hi, Ali,” Lonnie said from across the hallway in response.
    I challenged her stare. “I’m getting to that stuff.”
    “Well, I’m getting impatient. Does Lara even know about this blog yet?”
    My lips twitched, but Ali caught it.
    “Oh my God. She doesn’t know! You’ve been too chicken to tell her.” She clapped her hands and threw her head back in laughter. “Well don’t worry, I’ll fix that.”

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    Posted by Kasey at 12:27 P.M.
    Friday, September 5
    Past Mood: Mischievous
    SAT Word Of The Day: Cosplay. Definition: Because playing is more fun when you’re not yourself.
    FWIW, I’m not stalling. What I did to my sister—and everyone else—won’t make sense without context. This is my confession, but it’s your choice whether you read it or not. Looking at you specifically, Ali. And I’m addressing you because I know you’re still reading. You can’t stay away from other people’s misery.
    So here’s some more for your ridicule arsenal.
    Once Lara left for the mandatory nine A.M. dance practice Mom had forced upon her, I raced to her jewelry container. The night before, Finn and I had concocted a plan. We quizzed each other about our secret identities to use in The Newlywed game. We were Mr. and Mrs. Cruise. Victoria and Clark. I’d suggested “Tom Cruise” to be funny, but Finn wanted to be named after Superman’s alter ego.
    Since I never felt the need to cultivate my own jewelry collection when I could just borrow something of Lara’s, I found one silver ring in her stash. The overpriced souvenir shop on the ship provided the other one for Finn. Hopefully my parents wouldn’t notice that I charged it to their account. I put both rings in my purse, then threw on one of Lara’s sundresses and heels and left the room before she could return.
    At the Lido deck buffet, I waited for Finn near the trays. People tried to maneuver around me as I snaked my body left and right to get out of their way. The smell of bacon and eggs made my stomach growl. Finn sauntered in, wearing his white polo shirt and khaki pants. We were supposed to look like adults, but I still felt like a kid playing dress up even though in seven months, I would be legally declared able to vote and buy cigarettes I’d never smoke. Silly government.
    “Hey hubby, I found your wedding ring. You keep losing it like you’re ashamed to be seen with it.” I handed him the ring.
    “Nope, just ashamed to be seen with you, sweetie.” He grinned. “Where’s yours?”
    I held up my hand where the ring rested on my finger. He grabbed my hand, removed the ring, and then slipped it back on again. The gesture would have been much more romantic if it had been accompanied by a bended knee. We held out our unmatching rings and laughed at the pathetic display.
    “Meet back here with our trays?” Finn grabbed an orange tray from the stack and handed it to me.
    “I thought we’d practice.” I pressed a finger to his chest and gently pushed him toward the opposite buffet line. “You’re supposed to know me well, so you get