The hopes that they would kiss and make up as if Frankie hadn't said what she did, were dashed as she came face to face with Brittany. Only minutes after ending the call, Brittany stormed into the library to confront Frankie. With red puffy eyes Brittany looked more furious than Frankie had ever seen her.
"What the hell was that?" Brittany seethed, mascara running down her cheeks as tears involuntarily continued to fall.
Guilt washed over Frankie as she looked at her friend. If any boy had hurt her, Frankie would be out for revenge, but this was not a boy's doing. It was hers.
"Brit, I... I am so sorry." What else could Frankie say?
"You're sorry? Sorry that you called me a w***e? Sorry for making me feel unwelcome? Sorry for making my boyfriend think I had stayed away to screw arou
