Scarlett:When Xan and Beau came out and met up with me after practice, they said there was some big fight.
Scarlett:And Xander’s lip is split and puffy.
Max:Whoa.
Scarlett:When I asked where Micah was, they said he had to stay to talk to Coach Roland.
Max:Uh-oh.
Me:Hey.
Max:Hey, Daph. How’s it going?
Scarlett:You okay? I kept thinking about you after art class.
Me:I’m okay. The short version of the locker room tussle is apparently, I’m a slut.
Max:The fuck?
Scarlett:Says who?
Me:That asshole, Carter.
Me:And I guess Shayne got involved, too.
Max:Wait, he said that to Micah?
Me:No …
Me:To Griffin.
Scarlett:Oh, damn.
Me:And I guess Micah, Beau, and Xander were all right there, and it turned into chaos.
Max:You’re not a slut, Daph.
Max:You’re like, the furthest thing from it.
My skin gets hot and prickly. I know nothing I did with Micah makes me a slut, not even taking into account the payback kiss with Griffin. But now that I know there’s a video out there… knowing that bitch Alora is probably spreading gossip makes me nervous. I’m scared to find out what she’ll do next.
Me:I know.
Me:Micah was here tonight.
Scarlett:No fucking way.
Max:You should have kicked his sorry ass right out.
Me:He apologized. Trust me, what he said made sense.
Max:And you’re fine with what he put you through?
Scarlett:I don’t know if I’d be as cool about it.
Me:I didn’t say that. But I understand why he did it.
Me:I’ll say this: Alora is a way bigger bitch than I thought.