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voice.
    “Nothing happened,” Margarette says quickly, not
wanting to mention Tommy to further anger the other girl. She adds to herself, I
wish I wasn’t here, I wish I wasn’t here …. The words ripple through her
mind and echo as Sharon shakes her head.
    “I didn’t even believe it until now. Those parties
are full of little stories about little people like you.”
    Margarette says nothing, still frozen.
    “Tommy was mine. I can’t believe he stuck it in a
little harlot like you. Your dirty little hole is puss-filled sore on his dick.”
    “What the…? Where’d you get that? That’s fricking
nasty weird.” Margarette’s nose scrunches as she tries to forget the visual.
    “Frick that… you’re a freaking whore, accept it.
Accept that you’re dirt for everyone to walk on.”
    Margarette wonders if Sharon had rehearsed this conversation,
possibly in front of a mirror, given the coordination in her hand gestures. Her
previous embarrassment and surprise at meeting the other girl in these
circumstances quickly dissipate, making room for dislike and revulsion.
    “Quit calling me a whore you ignorant witch. I… never …
touched him.”
    Margarette’s eyes flash a beautiful soft golden
brown, which would make anyone see the honesty in her words. But in this case her
eyes make Sharon even angrier. “I can smell him on you,” the infuriated girl says.
    Sharon pauses as if contemplating her statement,
as Margarette squints knowing that that’s impossible. She literally just
stepped out of the shower.
    “Frick, even if what you say is true and you didn’t
do anything, the whole school believes that you did,” Sharon adds.
    “I don’t care.”
    “Well, I do,” Sharon snaps. “You know what
this can do to me? Did you ever think about that?”
    “Why would I? This is my life. I never really cared
to be noticed by anyone.”
    “I’m going to destroy you,” Sharon says, and it
sounds freaky evil.
    “ What ?”
    “I will. I have to.”
    “Just leave it alone. School’s almost out; there
are only a few weeks left.”
    “You won’t make it. Not in those shoes.”
    As they talk, three girls walk up behind Sharon. To
Margarette’s horror, she sees Alice and Julie with one other semi-popular girl
named Becca. All are staring at Margarette.
    “What is she wearing?” Julie asks.
    They immediately surround her taking turns calling
her a whore and slut as the entire football team jogs behind them in route to the
field. Margarette tries to defend herself at first, and then ignore them, but
she can’t even begin to challenge them as the four of them band together. She
looks around for an escape.
    Sharon leans in. “Watch this,” she whispers her
petty intentions in Margarette’s ear, and then walks up to a football player
named Mikey. She grabs him and presses her palm against his crotch almost
aggressively.
    Margarette flinches but then remembers he’s
probably wearing a cup. Indeed he looks like he’s enjoying himself. He begins
to talk as she pushes her bare leg against him and kisses his lips. A murmur erupts
behind Margarette as the three other girls watch Sharon.
    A random football guy calls out, “Whoa… frick. Do
you see that?”
    A slightly less random football guy replies,
“Frick yeah. Tommy’s going to flip out.”
    Margarette’s seen enough. She turns back to leave,
hoping all eyes are on Sharon. As she does, she thinks she sees Alice look
upset. What, from Sharon kissing Mikey? No time to figure it out. She wants to
make a dash down the concrete path.
    But Julie stands in her way, stopping Margarette
in her tracks. “Are you done here?” Julie asks. “Ready to go home?”
    “Get the frick out of my way,” warns Margarette.
    “Don’t you want to watch what you did?”
    “What I did? Like I’m going to feel
responsible. Shut up. You have no idea what I’ll do to you.” She shakes and her
emotions take over; she can barely control herself. Her nose flares red