Chapter 13

I stood at my locker, clenching the side tightly as I tried to remember what book I came to grab.
"I can't believe they even bothered to mess with Stacey," a redhead whispered to her friend only three lockers away.
"I know! Which one is she again?" the brunette asked, full of curiosity.
"Clover Thompson. She's the one screwing Andrew Carter."
"Wow, I can't believe he'd waste his time with her. She can barely defend herself against Stacey. I wonder how that disaster happened....