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Any normal person would have figured out that Nicole's intentions on being friends with Savannah were false. Only a fool who refused to believe that their "precious angel" was capable of demonic destruction would turn the blind eye. Savannah thought Carter and Andy would have taken the hint that Nicole and her friends weren't what they seemed when she forwarded the nasty messages sent by Erica and Jennifer to them. Carter always liked to tell Savannah that she had no proof that Nicole was trying to sabotage her. Or even when Savannah had told Carter that the reason why Nicole's friends had been adding her on Facebook was to either check her out or do some unnecessary spying. Erica's persistent bullying on her statuses were proof enough. But of course, knowing Erica, she probably told him a fib story on why she had done it. But did they even respond to that? No. All they did was just simply ignore it. That put Savannah in a foul mood. Even when she entered the lobby of the Indianapolis International Airport, she still felt like smashing her fist through a wall. To add insult to injury, neither Carter or Andy were speaking to her. Why are they mad? Savannah thought angrily. Can't they seem I'm being bullied by the Mean Girls of Paramount? Of course those jerks didn't care. They were boys. They wouldn't have been concerned with Girl-on-Girl bullying if Savannah had been murdered by them. Boys liked that kind of stuff. "Probably hoping for a sexy catfight." Savannah muttered under her breath as she marched her white flip-flops on the immaculate floor. "What was that, honey?" Lauren Drake, Holly's mother, asked her. "I said I was hoping to see a sexy cat." Savannah lied automatically. Lauren cracked a smile. "No wonder my daughter talks about you all the time. You really are a pistol." Savannah returned the smile. At least that boosted her esteem. Lauren's mother seemed to have liked Savannah. She had often treated her like another daughter of hers. The woman had an uncanny resemblance to her own daughter and Savannah's best friend, Holly. They even had the same styled hair. What stuck out the most about the Drake family were their beautiful blue eyes. The only family member who didn't obtain that trait was Holly's older sister, Kayla. Who also had a flow of thick, auburn hair. Holly often liked to tell everyone she knew that Kayla was sat on their doorstep by a trailer-trash family. But Savannah knew deep down inside that Holly loved her sister. Even if it that affection was deep down inside of Holly's abyssal heart. All six of her friends, not counting Carter, Andy, and God forbid; Nicole, met up with her. Nicole, who couldn't seem to have taken her hands out of her hair, smiled condescendingly at her. A smile Savannah knew all too well. It meant that she had her right where she wanted her to be. Savannah thought the Netherlands could hear her gulp. This was going to be a long Spring Break. Meanwhile, Carter and Nicole couldn't take their hands off of each other while everyone waited for their flight to arrive. Savannah had the misfortune of watching them suck-faces. She looked over at Lauren who obliviously made a few calls on her Blackberry. Savannah should have known that Lauren wouldn't have been too offended by the public display of affection considering how liberal she was about her daughter and her friends drinking. She was one of those flighty, misguided suburban mothers who had no clue what her children were doing. And that put Savannah in an uncomfortable position. Lauren's motto was: "How are they going to learn if they don't get any practice first." By that, she meant that the sooner a child drinks, the less accidents would occur on their twenty-first birthday. Lauren never did make quite sense. Who would have thought that a forty-year-old woman would care what a bunch of ninth graders thought of her?
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