Holy s**t.
She isn’t lying.
Judging by the ridiculous and most uncomfortable silence that follows Kendal’s statement, I know for sure that there’s no way she’s making this up.
I dare to glance at Chad, and then over my shoulder at Spencer, and by the way their brows are creased, and their jaws are tense and clenched, I know for a fact that she’s telling the truth.
Her intentions are not the best—that much is obvious—but it doesn’t matter now. Does it?
I don’t want to show her how much this affects me, giving her the satisfaction she is clearly seeking. Kendal might be beautiful, but she’s a snake. I can tell just by how dirty she’s playing to have Spencer cornered in front of me. Of course, she knew he hadn't told me. How, I have no idea. But no one can convince me otherwise. Whatev
