Time: 14:26. Location: White Lily Avenue, Mayers house.
16 days until the honey festival.
The Harley-Davidson slows to a stop next to the curb. The girls say goodbye to each other without much fanfare, Veronica heads for home, but stops after two steps and turns to the motorcycle.
"Hey, Clarissa..."
The blonde looks at her with the eyes hidden behind the helmet's visor, waiting for Veronica to disburse what she wants to say.
"Why do I sometimes feel like you hate me? We're not as incompatible as people think."
"You really don't know?"
Veronica looks away for a few seconds and then shakes her head. Until now she thought Clarissa didn't have a reason, beyond her attitude, her taste for annoying, or jealousy for Stefan.
