I spent most of the night tossing around in bed, trying to figure out how to break the news to Margot. She’s already started to complain that we never see each other anymore, and now that I’m going to be piling bullshit decorating and pep rally planning duties on top of detention and work, it’s going to be even harder to hang out like we used to.I started off by bringing her a blueberry muffin—one of those pre-packaged ones from the Mini Mart she used to love—and then I poured out the whole story in one long, curse-filled apology. I didn’t cry, though I felt like I wanted to. When I was done, she just sat there in shocked silence, holding her uneaten muffin. When she hadn’t said anything for a full ten minutes, I started the car and drove to school.By the time we pull into the parking lot, there are almost no spaces left over. Shit, now on top of everything else, we’re going to be late for aerobics. I really can’t afford another tardy, since I know Mr. Dodge will be watching my attendance record like a hawk.I sigh, realizing that the next few days are going to be even less fun than I expected, if I won’t even have Margot to bitch to about everything that’s going on.
