Chapter 30: Grayson: You Do Like Me

"Why do you hate her so much?" I ask.

"You've heard the way she talks about me. Do I need another reason?" she snaps.

"No," I say cautiously. "But I have a feeling there's more to it than her teasing you." Some of the things Vick told me race through my mind - rumors that Brittany was somehow involved in Brandon's death.

"Brittany and I used to be friends," she says.

"Seriously?"

"Good friends." She nods and leans closer. "But then we got to high school, and she changed. She was boy crazy, and she decided one day that she wanted my brother."

My eyes widen, but I don't speak for fear she'll stop.

"He was a year older than us, and he wasn't really interested in her like that." Isabelle's voice is barely above a whisper, and she picks at her fingernails. I can imagine how hard this is for her to talk about, so I remain silent. Waiting. She sighs.