It really isn’t. I mean, let’s face it. I have a chance of failing anyway, and Brandon really doesn’t deserve to fail. In fact, it feels kind of noble, standing up and sacrificing myself for the cause. It’s like I’m in the last scene of a movie, where I’ve done something to prevent an injustice, and now I’m going to be led away all martyr-like to a jail cell. It almost feels like I should put my hands out and wait for Mr. Jacobi to slap on some handcuffs. But before I have a chance to really bask in the glory of my sacrifice, Brandon speaks up. “That’s not true,” he says. “It wasn’t Kendall who gave Vivienne the magazine. It was Madison.” I gasp. Madison gasps. The only one who doesn’t gasp is Micah. He just nods. “Yup,” he says. “It was Madison.” “That’s a lie!” Madison says. “Kendall admitted it. She’s the one who gave Vivienne the magazine!” “Oh, please,” Brandon says. “You’re the one who’s into reading all that stuff.” He points to Madison’s bag, which is on the floor.
