RUBY
“I asked a question,” Mrs. Whitewoods said again, adjusting her glasses slightly down the bridge of her nose, her short raven hair neatly pinned back. Her tone, though calm, carried authority.
“What’s going on here?”
The girls around me shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. Lizzy hesitated, her mouth opening and closing as if searching for a way to twist the story. Renee and Ginger exchanged nervous glances, but neither spoke up.
My heart pounded in my chest as I debated speaking up, knowing Lizzy could twist the story. But before I could say anything, Mrs. Whitewoods’ voice cut through the silence.
“Skylar,” she called.
“What exactly happened here before I walked in?”
Skylar hesitated, her eyes darting between me and Lizzy. “There was… an altercation. Lizzy insulted...
