KATHY’S POV
The moment Melissa’s lie left her mouth, time seemed to choke me.
For a second, I genuinely thought I had misheard her. I stood there dripping with my mascara smeared, dress clinging to my skin, hair heavy with whatever drink she dumped on me and she stood there looking angelic and harmless, like butter wouldn't melt on her tongue.
“She tried to attack me,” Melissa repeated, louder this time. Her voice shook like she was the one humiliated. “I was defending myself. She’s… she’s been unstable lately.”
Unstable. The word punched the air out of my lungs.
I stared at her, waiting for someone, anyone, to laugh and call it what it was: a lie. The cheerleaders behind her exchanged glances, and for a heartbeat I thought maybe they would tell the truth. But then the blonde one wit
