Free Pwned by Shannen Camp Page A

wasn’t going to get all crazy over a car until I knew what was actually going on. I may have been a nerd, but I could keep my composure and not flip out like a psycho jealous girlfriend.
    Taking a deep breath and calmly getting out of my car, I walked through the crispy frozen grass to Zane’s window, readying myself for whatever I might see and convincing myself that I would soon be laughing at how paranoid I was.
    It was a little annoying that Zane and Tawny apparently felt the need to hang out without me , but that didn’t mean something was going on between them. They hated each other.
    I willed myself to glance through Zane’s window quickly , but instantly wished I could take the glance back and live in complete, blissful ignorance of just how horrible my friends really were.
    I could definitely confi rm that Zane and Tawny weren’t “innocently” hanging out without me. They were sitting on his bed, looking like they were trying to eat each other’s faces off.
    It made me want to puke.
    Who knows what else had been going on with the two of them when I wasn’t looking.
    I felt the heat rise up in my cheeks as I strode across the frozen lawn in furious silence. I went to my car door but didn’t open it, feeling like the rug had been pulled completely out from under me. Here I was, being a complete snob to everyone just to impress two people who obviously didn’t care about me at all.
    Oddly enough, I was madder at Tawny than Zane. Zane was a jerk. Not only was he a jerk, but he was a shallow jerk who had readily admitted that he was only with me because I was pretty and popular. His treachery didn’t really surprise me as much as it should have.
    Tawny was the one I was truly pissed at.
    I knew she was an awful person, but I had always assumed I was safe from her complete lack of a conscience. We understood each other. I was one of the few people in this world she could stand, and even if I had been a little nicer lately and didn’t get as excited about destroying people’s lives as I used to, she still seemed pretty happy with me.
    I stood in the freezing cold in my sweats and tank top , trying to decide what I wanted to do.
    It felt like I had to do something .
    I wanted to run right back to Zane’s house, throw open the door and let them both have it, but unfortunately, I knew nothing I ever did would really faze Tawny , and the only thing that ever fazed Zane was his stupid truck that I now knew he loved more than me.
    Then the thought struck me.
    Not wasting any time to remind myself what a horrible idea this was, I grabbed my cheerleading trophy from nationals out of my trunk. It felt heavier in my hands than it had when The Squad won it. More powerful, like my status was the only weapon I could really use at this point.
    Gripping the base tightly in my frozen hands , I swung the trophy like a baseball bat at Zane’s headlights, not caring how much noise I was making on the silent, dark street.
    It took a few hits before the first headlight broke , and I moved on to the next, sending pieces of thick plastic and glass everywhere. I ignored the pain I felt when the little pieces of glass penetrated my thin slippers and cut the bottoms of my feet. Instead, I concentrated all of my energy on Zane’s windshield, deciding headlights weren’t quite enough punishment for him.
    When the glass finally broke , I took a step back on my now bloody feet and surveyed my handiwork with a satisfied grin before getting into my car and driving away into the night. I briefly considered leaving my cheerleading trophy in his front seat as a little calling card, before realizing I’d probably go to jail if I did that.
    I left Tawny’s car completely untouched, deciding I’d find a better way to get back at her. With Tawny , it was probably best if I remained subtle and pretended to be her friend for as long as possible.
    In fact, I’d be a better version of her than she was. If I had ever needed a goo d excuse to