Max POV
Tank was driving the van to town, would drop me off at the paint shop, then take Sticks to the shops to pick up whatever Cricket didn't get and a bit more. She had shown me a list the other night, after she had downed all the ice cream I had. The ceremony was going to be beautiful, and I didn't need to make any changes to her arrangement; it was perfect.
But Cricket this morning, even Sticks looked worried about what changes she had made. That girl, I had no idea she was so jealous of me that I had slotted into the club scene so easily, according to Sticks.
"I am sorry about Cricket. She had been poisoning my head for a week now, and after that attack, she got worse, and I took it out on you, and I shouldn't have." Sticks kept apologizing for not seeing how bitter Cricket was be
