Chapter 200

daGarrett finally left for camp that evening, the front door clicking shut behind him. The very second his car pulled out of the driveway, a devious grin spread across my face. It was time for revenge.I bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time, straight toward his bedroom. My grand plan was simple: steal his absolute favorite pair of sneakers and hide them so deep in the house that he’d be searching for weeks when he got back. That would teach him to eat my lemon tart.I grabbed his doorknob and twisted it.It didn’t budge. Locked..“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, rattling the handle in frustration. It was like the idiot had psychic powers and knew exactly what I was planning to do. I leaned my forehead against the cool wood of his door, deeply regretting my lack of foresight. I should have been faster. I should have swiped his spare key off the kitchen counter before he walked out the door.Defeated, I trudged back to my own room and threw myself onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The house was completely, utterly quiet.