How on earth could her best friend think she would do such a thing, especially when Liz had made it so clear that she was totally head over heels for Lucas? And then, as Faye thought about it, anger began to take over. What sort of friend thought about another friend like that, period? And over a stupid boy! And even if Faye had wanted Lucas for herself, what right did Liz have to get upset about it? As if she’d somehow put a label on him saying TAKEN, or something? Unbelievable! Faye looked at her watch. It was 10:30 p.m.—early, considering the party was due to go on until midnight and Aunt Pam had told her she could stay to the end. But she was no longer in the party mood, and anyway, she’d just lost her ride. She didn’t feel like going around to all her friends, begging them to drive her. She’d have to explain why she wasn’t going back with Liz, which would just be embarrassing and would add fuel to whatever rumors were already going around the party. Anyway, Faye didn’t really feel like spending any more time in the same room as Liz.
