“Oh come on, you’re not even together - why do you even care”
She didn’t. Candice didn’t care at all. She just… she just couldn’t tell her the real reason she was upset. Not anymore. And the only way CC knew she could get away with lying to her best friend without her knowing was to completely p^ss Val off… not that it would matter after tonight anyway. So she did. As Candice had been playing an act for her mother for the last 18 years of her life, she did so with Valerie Wood too. But this time… it hurt more than it had ever before.
“I can go to my own prom with whoever I want C, you don’t own his soul”
“Just go do whatever the f*ck you want Val. It’s not like you’d ever care what I said anyways. Go screw Dom. Go screw a 40-year-old married man. Because at the end of the day, it always just comes down to what you want anyways.” Candice muttered, feeling as if she had just swallowed acid saying that. Candice was hurting Val… she knew that. She was breaking a 8-year friendship. She knew that. But it was better this way. She couldn’t tell her the real reason she was upset. She couldn’t tell anyone.