Author's note: Sorry that this part is so short. I promise, the next part will be way more exciting, but this is a necessary part of the chapter that hints at what will come. Because of the shortness of this part, it is labeled part 7a. The next update will be 7b and, I think, will make up for how brief this part was.


Mae glanced around and hurried over to the black-haired cheerleader.

“Sawyer, don’t forget,” she whispered. “When you get the chance, get her outfit all wet. Ten to one, she’ll show up in one of her ‘dry clean only’ outfits.”

“Sure, Mae. Just remember, if anyone asks, we never talked.”



Emily smiled awkwardly at Louie. “I feel like an idiot,” she admitted. “I probably look stupid dressed like this.”

Louie squeezed her hand reassuringly. “You look beautiful.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Emily, is this the face of a liar?”


“No…” Emily said slowly.

“Well, I’m not a liar. Now come on,” Louie said. “We can dance and feel like idiots together, or take pictures and look like idiots together, or go find our friends and act like idiots together.”

Emily laughed and relaxed.



Ophelia hurried into the room, followed by AJ and Andi.

Angela hurried over. “AJ, I would be ever so honored if you’d dance with me,” she said.


“Not now, Angela. I’m here with someone,” he replied, indicating Ophelia.

“Sucks to be you,” Andi added, as they hurried past.