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sweet!”
    This time Delia had to laugh.
    Britty shook her head. “You know what?” she asked. “I’m kind of tired of the whole thing.”
    She hopped up from the bleachers. “What’s with you two anyway? You and Karina. Why do you hate each other so much? You used to be friends.”
    Delia narrowed her eyes at her best friend. How could Britty even ask that? She knew the way Delia felt about it.
    â€œI’ve tried to be friends with Karina,” Delia pointed out. “You know that’s true, Britty.”
    â€œYeah, and she tries to be nice to you.” Britty rested one hand on Delia’s shoulder. “You know I’d do anything in the world for you. You’re my best friend. But Karina is my friend too. I don’t think it’s good for you guys to be fighting all the time. You get so freaked just thinking about her. And she’s the same way about you.”
    â€œI can’t believe you’re defending her!” Delia exploded. She turned to Gabe for support.
    He frowned. “You and Karina did have a truce last year,” he reminded her. “You tolerated each other for almost the entire year. And before that, you actually had a friendly competition, right?”
    â€œYeah, but this year I caught her coming on to Vincent!” Delia replied heatedly. “I don’t trust her! She acts sweet and innocent—but she tried to steal my boyfriend. And she only did it because she couldn’t stand the fact that I had something she didn’t. That’s nasty.”
    The gym door flew open and banged against the wall.
    A piercing shriek echoed through the gym.
    Delia’s hands flew to her mouth. She felt too shocked to say anything. All she could do was stare.
    The way Gabe and Britty were staring.
    Staring at Karina Frye.

Chapter
    4

    â€œW hat’s wrong with Karina?” Delia cried.
    Karina staggered into the gym. Her usually perfect hair was tangled and wild. Streaks of black mascara ran down her cheeks. And her eyes were red—from crying?
    â€œYou!” Karina’s hoarse voice bounced off the walls of the gym. She pointed up at Delia with a trembling hand. “Delia, you witch! I hate you!”
    Delia gasped as Karina staggered across the gym toward her. Breathing hard, Karina pounded up the bleachers.
    Before Delia could move, Karina had her hands wrapped around Delia’s throat.
    â€œHey!” Delia heard Britty cry. But she sounded far away.
    â€œYou’re not going to win this time, Delia!” Karina shrieked. Her hot breath blasted Delia’s face.
    Karina’s nails dug into Delia’s throat.
    â€œHey—!” Delia choked out. Red dots exploded in front of her eyes. She arched back, struggling to break free.
    Karina let go.
    Delia toppled back. Her head slammed into the hard bleacher seat behind her.
    Karina crouched over her, panting like a wild animal. She grabbed Delia’s throat again.
    â€œLet her go! Karina, stop!” Gabe yelled.
    Delia struggled to free herself.
    Karina’s hands twisted tighter around her throat. “You’re not going to win! You’re not going to take anything that belongs to me!” Karina cried hoarsely.
    I can’t breathe, Delia realized. I can’t breathe!
    Blackness edged her vision.
    With her last bit of strength, Delia reached up and grabbed Karina’s ponytail.
    She yanked as hard as she could.
    Karina shrieked in pain and surprise. Her hands slipped off Delia’s throat.
    Delia scrambled into the aisle, gasping for air. “Get her away from me!” she gasped.
    Gabe reached for Karina, but she was too fast for him. She grabbed one of Delia’s long, dangling earrings. She jerked it down.
    Delia screamed as pain shot through her ear. A trickle of hot blood oozed over her torn earlobe.
    Her lungs felt as if they were on fire. The gym blurred in front of her.
    The only thing she could see clearly was