Chapter one Roses. Bedailia Emmerson always smelled like fresh roses. Of course I never told her that. Bedailia would always be MY B. My wonderful B. She was my best friend. To her, I was her friend. To me, she was more than my friend. I always wished B too more notice in me. She was too perfect. I mean, a girl that hung out with guys, played sports and did her nails at the same time? Perfect for me. B seemed to think we would be friends forever. B thought that we could be friends forever. But Jayson Sacramento made sure I was gone. Jayson hung out with her too much. She seemed to love it. And I sat there fuming to myself. Because B was all mine. And I would KILL Jayson for getting near her. So that's exactly what I decided to do.