Tiffany POV
I danced, swaying to the music, my hair in an elegant updo, my tiara glittering beneath the strobe lights, my hands around Derek's waist. I kept a close eye of course on that tramp Lindsey who was walking upstairs with that goth Mathew, hand in hand. It was almost sweet the way they acted toward each other. Yeah, so sweet it was nauseating. It didn't help that Derek was constantly glancing toward Lindsey with a glower on his face which was starting to seriously piss me off. I was right there, in front of him, hello. Could he actually see me? I was starting to seethe from all the attention he was showing her. That slut had what we had in store for her coming. I couldn't wait to have my revenge on her.
"Derek" I snapped for the umpteenth time, causing him to jerk his head bac
