“Lauren,” Kayla yelled from the shower stall next to mine. A hand holding a tomato juice can appeared over the wall. “You want more?” I grabbed the container and poured the thick red liquid over my head. Spaghetti and meatballs would never taste the same again. My scalp burned as I scrubbed it for the fourth time. “Any luck?” Kayla called. Her shower turned off and the curtain rustled open. I took a cautious inhale and gagged. Yup. I stilled smelled like that old time Looney Tunes skunk, Pepé le Pew. Except Pepé always got the girl. As for me, I’d be lucky if either Matt or Seth was even speaking to me. Smell or no, they both thought I was rotten—Seth for believing I’d given Hannah the diary, and Matt for thinking I’d been after Seth while dating him. What a ginormous mess. I turned off the water and shivered at the icy flow running down my calves. Where did they pipe this water from, the Arctic? Wrapping a towel around my body, I stepped into my flip-flops, then pushed aside the shower curtain.
