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now, especially with what everyone’s apparently already saying about me. I’m not strong enough to deal with the looks or questions that are sure to come after the events of this morning. I’m just about to give up on Alexa altogether when she finally comes busting through the bathroom door. Her hair is all disheveled, she’s completely out of breath, and she appears to be limping or something.
    “I…got here... as fast... as I could,” she tells me in between gasps for air.
    “Jeez. Where were you? Canada?” I ask. “You don’t look so good.”
    She shoots me an annoyed look. “That’s almost like a thank you for rushing to your rescue! Now tell me what happened after I left. Tell me this instant!”
    “Well,” I say, “he’s a jerk!”
    She considers this carefully before answering “How so?”
    “The reason he hasn’t been talking to me is because he went to a party after he got home and Melissa and all his friends were making fun of me, ” I announce
    “And he cares what people think more than he cares about what I think.”
    Alexa gasps. “What. A. Pig.”
    “I know!” Now I’m starting to pace back and forth again. “If he cares so much about what Melissa and her friends think, he can be their friend, not mine!”
    “Yeah!” Alexa says now. “He’s just as bad as them!”
    “He is isn’t he?” I say it more like a statement than a question.
    “Yes! They deserve each other!” Alexa’s kind of yelling now.
    “Yeah!” I say back just as loud. “Screw them!”
    “Yeah!” Alexa says. “And to say he cares more about what people think than he does about you, OMG, like really, how pathetic is he?”
    “Yeah!” I say, then realize what she just said. “Well…he didn’t say that exactly per se…but close enough!”
    I wait for Alexa to keep up with the back and forth chanting, which lets face it, at this point is actually starting to make me feel better, but she just looks at me kind of blankly. “Well, what exactly did he say?”
    “Just what I said, that he went to a party and people we’re talking about me, and it freaked him out.”
    “And did he feel bad?”
    “He tried to say he was sorry, like I’d ever forgive him! HA!” I say. Then I throw in a Tthe JERK!” as a last effort to start our ranting back up again, but Alexa doesn’t seem to be having it.
    “He said sorry?” She asks and suddenly she looks kind of thoughtful.
    “Hmm, why don’t you tell me exactly what happened.”
    So I replay to Alexa the exact conversation as I remember it and when I’m done she’s quiet. “Well?” I ask her. “Can you believe him?”
    “So,” Alexa says .“He didn’t really say all his friends were talking about you? He said it was mostly just Melissa and her friends?”
    “Well, I guess.” I’m a little annoyed now. I mean Alexa’s my best friend, shouldn’t she be like ready to hunt him down and tell him off or something? “But it’s pretty much the same thing.”
    “Well not really,Ash.” She takes out her makeup bag and starts reapplying her makeup like maybe this conversation wasn’t as intense as she once thought. “I mean, we’ve known Melissa and those girls since middle school, and we both know more than anyone how manipulative they can be. They can be so over the top and convincing in what they say that sometimes you can’t help but get wrapped up in it for a little while.”
    “I can’t even believe you’re sticking up for him right now. You’re my best friend.”
    She sets the eyeliner in her hand down and turns to look at me. “I’m not sticking up for him, what he did was wrong, no doubt--but I don’t know. Maybe you should hear him out.”
    “Well, I don’t want to,” I tell her stubbornly.
    “Yes you do.” She says matter of factly.
    I gasp aloud. “No, I do not.”
    She smiles a sad smile. “Deep down you do.”
    “How do you know what I want?” I demand. “You don’t know what’s going on in my head.”
    “You’re