Dark Summer

"Stay away from James. He's not your type!"
Dane's tone was as sharp as his words. "James is too much of a loser for a self-seeking little witch like you..."
Lisa shrank at the unfairness of his statement. "May I go now?" she asked faintly. "Or do you have more insults to fling at me?"
"The truth hurts, does it?" Dane asked inimically.
"The truth?" she echoed. "What would you know about that?"
"I know all about you, Lisa. You almost fooled me-" he hesitated "-but that doesn't matter now."
"How right you are!" she flashed. "Your opinion of me couldn't matter less." But it was a lie. Dane's opinion of her had mattered more than anything two years ago. Sadly Lisa had to admit that some things don't change with time...