Ella's Twisted Senior Year(49)

“Where is it?” I ask, twirling my fork around in my food.

“Over by the lake on the west side of town. It’s a two bedroom, but we really don’t need more than that.”

Two bedrooms? We had four bedrooms before the tornado took them all away. “Cool,” I say. I know my parents are trying hard to get us back on our feet. But I also know that Kennedy will have a field day if she discovers that we’re living on the west side of town.

Only four more weeks of school left. We can handle this.

Ethan wraps his arms around me once we’re back in the rec room after dinner. “I’m going to miss you when you move out,” he whispers into my ear.

The close proximity makes my whole body warm. I slide my hands on top of his and let my head fall back against his chest. I’ll miss you, too.”

He takes his laptop off a nearby table and opens it, balancing it on his knee while he sits on the armrest of the couch. “Am I the only one who thinks it’s kind of weird how our parents handled finding out that we’re together?”

“No, that was definitely weird.” I sit on the couch and pull my knees up to my chest. “It’s a little weird that they know. Like, are they going come barging in here constantly to make sure we’re not hooking up?”

Ethan shrugs. “So tell me more about this childhood wedding planning you did.”

I punch him in the arm and roll my eyes. “Not happening.”

He chuckles, his face lighting up from the glow of the computer. “You sold thirty-five more shirts today, babe.”

I sigh and sink into the couch. “So, you know how I said we should just let it go with the Kennedy thing?”

Ethan plops down onto the couch next to me and I put my feet in his lap. He puts his laptop on top of my feet. “Let me guess . . . you don’t want to let it go?”

“What if we make it easier for people to get the shirts? Maybe tell everyone to wear them on the same day, just to piss her off.”

“How would we make it easier?” he asks.

“Let’s set the price as low as it goes. Zero profit.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “You sure?”

I nod. “Then we’ll blast the info all over the internet and ask everyone to buy one.”

“I have a better idea,” Ethan says, narrowing his eyebrows at the computer screen. “They have an option to make the profits go to charity. Let’s keep it the same price but have the funds be donated to . . .”

He scrolls through a list of charities and I lean forward, looking over his shoulder. “Dogs!” I point at the screen, choosing a charity that supports homeless animals.

Once it’s all set up, the webstore page for the shirt has big charity logos all over it, making it clear that 100% of the profit goes to support shelter animals.

It’s cathartic, being a bitch to the supreme bitch, and as I make the social media post on both Ethan’s and all of my accounts, I don’t feel the least bit guilty at all.



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Chapter 27





This probably makes me a bad person, but last night I kind of eavesdropped on Ella’s conversation with April. Toby and I had gotten together to shoot hoops after school since Ella was spending the afternoon with April. When I got home and showered, I forgot to see if she was still here before I walked up to the rec room door. It was cracked open just an inch so my intentions were good. I was going to knock and see if Ella wanted to watch TV. But then I overheard them talking and yeah, I should have left.

But I didn’t.

That’s how I heard Ella reveal to her best friend that she’s torn because although she wants that beautiful pink dress more than anything (even more than new baking supplies, she’d said) she didn’t want to spend the money.

April told her all the reasons to buy the dress but Ella said it was pointless to waste so much money on something she’d only use once. Then they’d started taking about prom and how Ella feels like she doesn’t even want to go if she’ll spend the whole time worried about money.

So yeah, I had done a bad thing by listening to her private conversation, but now I have an idea. I text Toby the plan so that he knows to go along with the lie after school.

The next day is pretty chill as far as days go. There are a lot of T-shirt sales but Kennedy still isn’t in school, so I haven’t had to face her wrath yet. Of course, Ella and I hope she’s learned her lesson and will just freaking stop already.

After school, I take Ella’s hand and begin my made up story.

“Yeah so bad news.” I heave a sigh and give her this disappointed look.

She’s wearing one of my WCHS football shirts over a pair of black leggings and I’d thought it was the sexiest thing ever until she looks up at me with those trusting eyes and that beautiful smile.

“What kind of bad news? You don’t have fire coming out of your ears so I’m guessing it’s not about you-know-who.”

I chuckle. “Nope, but Coach is making us run some extra practice as punishment so I have to head back to the school after we drop you off.”

“Oh.” Her features relax. “Well that’s not a big deal.”