"WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING?"
Terrified and confused, I whirled around to see Bethany screeching at me from the other side of the locker room. She was marching towards me, her eyes black with smoke practically billowing from her nostrils.
"WHY CAN'T YOU FIGURE OUT THAT HIGH SCHOOL IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT ME? AND MY KIND OF PEOPLE??" Girls were scattering left and right out of her path.
I could feel my body molding against the lockers behind me, pressing until I was almost flat. She was less than a foot from me, her face inches from mine. "He couldn't handle the truth that I posted about you. Baaah! How does that even compute?? You're like a freaking punching bag that keeps swinging back, and I'm tired of it." The edge of her voice went dangerously low.
"He just
