Side Chick by Force
My best friend's boyfriend was cheating, so I tagged along to bust him at a hotel.
Fifteen hours until go time.
Felicity Cook booked a room right next to Jake's, jaw tight. "They'll be here tonight. When the time comes, we'll catch them red-handed."
Inside, I could barely keep my eyes open. She'd been a wreck since last night, and I hadn't slept a minute trying to keep her sane. Figured I had time, so I set an alarm and crashed.
When I opened my eyes, a guy was lying next to me.
Felicity kicked the door in and pointed at me. "Lydia Lloyd! I can't believe you betrayed me! You're my best friend! Why would you sneak around and steal my boyfriend?"
I just stared, mind blank, trying to get words out.
She snapped, yanked out a kitchen knife, and in front of everyone, drove it into me again and again. I hit the floor, drowning in my own blood, eyes stuck open like my body refused to let me go.
I came here to catch a cheater—how did I end up the side chick?
Then I blinked... and I was right back at the moment I first walked into that hotel with Felicity.