“Is it true?” Becca asked. “Did he really dump you?”
“If he did,” Jasmin said, “just tell us, and we’ll slam his Facebook wall.”
“Thanks guys,” Scarlet said. She thought about how to best respond. She didn’t really know how to explain.
“So?” Maria prodded. “Are you really not going to tell us?”
Scarlet shrugged.
“I’m not sure what to say. There really is nothing to tell. We went down to the river, and like…” She paused, debating how to phrase it. “…Blake kissed me.”
“And?” Jasmin prodded. “You’re killing us here!”
Scarlet shrugged.
“That’s it. Nothing really happened. I mean, I like him. I still do like him. But…I left. I mean, I started feeling like really sick, so I had to leave, kind of abruptly.”
“What do you mean sick?” Becca asked.
“Like my stomach started killing me,” she lied, not knowing what else to say. “And I had this really bad headache.” At least it was partially true, she thought. “I think I was just still sick from the other day. So I rushed out of there. Bad timing, I guess.”
“So did Blake like bring you back? Or was he like a total jerk?” Jasmin asked.
Scarlet shrugged.
“It’s not his fault. I didn’t really give him time to, I guess. I kind of just left. I felt bad about it. I wanted to explain it to him. But he never answered my text.”
“What a jerk,” Maria said.
“What a loser,” Jasmin added. “Seriously. So you got sick—so what, he doesn’t answer your texts? What’s his problem? So you were sick. Big deal. I mean like he’s not going give you a chance to explain?”
“Totally,” Maria chimed in. “And then, what, he goes running back to Vivian, and like dumps you for her? Just because you were sick? What’s his problem? He totally doesn’t deserve you. It’s for the best.”
Scarlet really appreciated all the voices of support, and it made her feel better. She had never thought of it that way. She guessed she had been her own worst critic. The more she thought about it, the more she realized they had a point. Maybe Blake should have been more sympathetic; maybe he should have followed up, asked her how she was feeling; maybe he shouldn’t have been so quick to run to Vivian.
But had he really? Or had Vivian made it up?
“Thanks guys,” she said. “I really appreciate it. Though honestly I don’t really know what happened after. I don’t know if he went back to Vivian or if she just made it all up.”
“So I guess that means you’re not going with him to the dance?” Maria asked. “So then who are you going with? I mean, are you like not going?” she asked, her voice rising as if that were the most horrible thing in the world.
Scarlet shrugged. That stupid dance—it couldn’t have come at a worse time. She really didn’t know what to say.
“I doubt Blake’s taking me,” she said. “As far as going alone….”
For a moment, Scarlet couldn’t help but think of Sage. She realized how much she’d actually like to go with him. She hardly knew why. His face just stuck in her mind.
At the same time, she thought of Maria, what she would think—and the thought of going with Sage felt like a betrayal. She quickly tried to push it out of her mind.
“If I don’t go, I don’t go,” she finally said. “It’s okay. Maybe next year.”
“There’s a huge pre-game party tonight at Jake Wilson’s house. His parents are away. We’re all going. You have to go. Maybe you’ll find a date there.”
Scarlet gulped. Sneaking out and searching for a date tonight was the last thing she wanted to do.
“Well anyway don’t feel bad,” Maria said. “I don’t have a date yet either.”
“What about Brian?” Jasmin asked her.
“We’re over, remember?” she said.
“But he’s not dating anyone else.”
Maria shrugged. “He didn’t ask me. And I really wouldn’t want to go with him anyway. Sage is the one I really want to go with. The new boy.”
Scarlet gulped.
“So why don’t you ask him?” Becca asked.
“Yeah, you keep talking about him, but you’re not doing anything about it,” Jasmin said. “Stop being chicken.”
“I’m not chicken,” Maria snapped back.
“Chicken chicken!” they taunted her.
Maria’s face turned beet red, and Scarlet could see how mad she was.
“I’m not chicken. In fact, I have class with him next period. I’m going to ask him then.”
“No you’re not,” Becca said.
“You’d never do that,” Jasmin said.
“Watch me,” Maria said.
“But isn’t that like awkward?” Becca said. “Your asking him?”
Maria shrugged. “It could be better. But what am I supposed to do? He’s new. If I don’t ask him, somebody else will. And if he’s not into me, I’d rather know now, right?”
“I still think you’re all talk,” Jasmin said.
Maria glared at her. “Check back in an hour and we’ll see who’s all talk.”
Scarlet was relieved that the conversation had shifted away from her. She was beginning to feel hopeful, as if maybe all the negative attention would actually pass over quickly, and not be as bad as she thought. After all, kids moved on to new topics of gossip really quickly. But as she thought of next period’s class, with Sage and Maria, her stomach sank.
As they rounded the corner, Scarlet’s stomach sank further: there, huddled against a wall, were Vivian and her friends. They elbowed each other, looking in her direction, then giggled and whispered.
Vivian turned and glared right at her with a victorious smile. She could see the meanness in her perfect face, the petty vindication she received from having bullied her online. For a moment, Scarlet was so mad, she felt like attacking her. She felt a tremendous rage rush through her, tingling, running up from her toes through her fingertips. She didn’t understand what was happening: it was like a hot flash. Her body felt stronger, more violent, and less able to control itself. She wanted to get out of here quick, before anything bad happened.