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careful with your answer because I’ve hit people for less than what you’ve said.”
    Everyone around us looked ready to freak including a terrified Farah. I just stood up and glared right back at Bailey.
    “You can hit me, but it won’t make you right. It’ll just make you a thug.”
    “A thug?” she hissed.
    “You aren’t always right, Bailey. I don’t care who your family is. You’re still just a person like me.”
    “I’m better than you.”
    “Based on the way you’re acting now, you’re not better than most people.”
    As Bailey balled her hands into fists, I waited for the blow, but refused to back down. I didn’t know why she irritated me so much, but I wanted someone to tell her to shut up. Apparently, I would have to be that person.
    “Fuck you, bitch,” Bailey muttered, storming out of the house.
    Jodi grinned. “I think she likes you,” she said, lighting another cigarette. “Anyone else and she’d have knocked you on your ass.”
    When Farah stepped closer to me, I realized I was shaking. “Are you okay?”
    “Yes. She just pissed me off.”
    “She pisses everyone off, but we don’t say anything,” Skye said, again texting. “My face is my best quality next to my tits, so I don’t go around trying to get it punched in.”
    “I’m proud of you,” Farah whispered.
    Maddy smiled. “We should get extra mushrooms to celebrate.”
    As Farah ordered the pizzas, I wondered if Bailey had gone. Instead, I found her on the front porch, glaring at a passing woman pushing a stroller.
    “Power walking is for losers,” she muttered.
    “So you say.”
    Bailey glanced at me. “Did you come out here to be a bitch again?”
    “You started it.”
    “You think I’m shit.”
    “I think you’re rude. I’ve heard you’re funny too. I wish you’d just be funny.”
    “So people can laugh at me?”
    “Laugh with you,” I said, sitting next to her on the porch swing.
    Bailey frowned. “You think your shit doesn’t stink.”
    “I think I’m a loser, but that doesn’t mean you should treat people the way you do.”
    “Coop and Tuck act like assholes and everyone thinks they’re fucking great. I act the same way and get shit on.”
    “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t like when Coop and Tuck act like assholes either.”
    Bailey gave me a tiny grin. “You think I’m a bitch.”
    “I think you’re insecure and you think being really loud and rude will hide this fact. It doesn’t.”
    “Why do you think you’re a loser?”
    “I’m not good at anything and people tend to forget I exist.”
    “Forget?”
    “Like when I was in second grade, I played a lot with this girl at school. She was the only friend I ever had besides Farah. Her name was Peggy and we played every day. We were best friends, but then I moved to another school. When I came back the next year, I was excited to see her, but she didn’t even remember my name. It was like knowing me meant nothing to her.”
    “That’s just one idiot bitch.”
    “My grandmother calls me Tanya.”
    “Your grandmother is an idiot bitch too.”
    “How do you know?”
    “She can’t remember your name. That makes her an idiot bitch.”
    Grinning, I scooted closer. “Do you want people to like you or do you like having them scared of you?”
    “I don’t know. Can’t I have both?”
    “Probably, but you scare away the people you want to like you. Maybe you could be like Coop who is nice to his friends, yet scary to everyone else? That way, you could have people like and fear you.”
    “I don’t know how to be any different. I’ve always been loud and rude. I like being that way most of the time, but I never seem to keep friends or boyfriends. I guess changing might help, but I don’t know when I’m being rude. It’s just how I am.”
    “I could help you.”
    “Like a pity case?”
    “I don’t pity you, Bailey. You’re beautiful and rich. You have shit handed to you, so I’m not feeling sorry for you. I just