What if you can’t change the future, Pres? What if you’re only delaying it a little while?

David’s words echoed in my head, making me clench my jaw. That couldn’t be true. If you couldn’t change the future, what was the point of being able to see it?

From the front of the auditorium, Sara called, “Harper!”

Amanda grimaced in sympathy. “Seriously, some kind of mood stabilizer, right in her caramel Slim-Fast,” she said. “It’s happening.”

Sighing, I headed back out onstage. Sara was indeed drinking a Slim-Fast, with a bright green bendy straw poking out of the top of the can. “Can you do me a favor?” she asked. “Go and see if you can find some crepe paper. Pink, preferably. In the closet by the stairs.”

I wanted to tell her to get her own darn crepe paper, but instead, I gave a forced smile and said, “Sure thing!”

The closet by the stairs was in the back of the rec center, down one of the hallways underneath the stage, and I rolled my eyes as I made my way down there, still holding my baton.

Of course there would be crepe paper. Streamers, probably. Before you knew it, Sara would have a balloon arch up, and then my humiliation would be complete. I almost hoped whatever was going to happen would happen before the pageant got started, so no one would have to see me in this stupid leotard, twirling a baton under freaking crepe-paper streamers.

The supply closet was next to the staircase, and I saw the door was slightly ajar. My mind was still full of crepe-paper streamers, balloon arches, and the looks of horror sure to be on The Aunts’ faces, when I tugged the door all the way open.

But the closet wasn’t empty. There were people in there. Two of them, and I rolled my eyes, wondering who the heck would pick a supply closet in the rec center for romanc—

And then I saw the girl’s blond hair, saw the tall auburn-haired boy kissing her, and realized what I was looking at. Who I was looking at.

Bee and Ryan.

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

FOR A LONG MOMENT, it was like my brain refused to process what it was seeing. Bee. Ryan. Bee and Ryan, their mouths pressed together, Bee’s hands clutching his shirt at his waist, Ryan holding the back of her head. I mean, I saw all of that, but it was like I kept trying to tell myself I wasn’t seeing what I was seeing. That she was, I don’t know, giving him mouth-to-mouth or something. That it wasn’t even Bee, but Mary Beth in a blond wig. That I had finally snapped and was having some kind of psychotic break.

But no. No, that was my best friend and my ex-boyfriend, and they were full on making out in the supply closet at the rec center.