Who cares if my STUPID high-school boyfriend dumped me? I only liked him because he had a CAR aanyway.
I've already got someone else scoped out.
All I have to do is get that DUMB Jessica Wakefield out of the way, and Damon Ross will be all MINE.
Take THAT, ex-boyfriend.

I flicked my eyes around the resturant. The two girls at the table to my left weren't looking at me. But they weren't talking to each other either. They had probably heard the whole thing. Even my little fight with Kristin. they were probably just waiting for me to leave so they could start gabbing.
Well, let them wait. I wasn't going to rush out of there like I was all upset. Nobody was going to see me sweat.
A few minutes later I saw Gel on the sidewalk outside, climbing into his car. Just in case I wasn't watching, he pulled out fast enough to make his tires squeal so I'd have to notice him.
It was almost funny. Almost. But not really.
I figured Gel would last maybe twenty-four hours on his own. He might even work up the nerve to call some other girl. When he got the big turndown, he'd come running back.
And I'd take him back. but not right away.
I wanted to see him sweat.