Around eleven o’ clock, I’m still awake and they’re still over in Pat’s room. Okay. You’re sober, and they’re gossiping. Perfect equation for eavesdropping.

I slip on a pair of Lynde’s Ralph Lauren slippers and tip-toe over to Pat’s door. There’s a “Caution: Pat’s Room” sign on his door. He’s such a dork. I say, pressing my ear against the closed door.

“But I totally heard that you said that Lilly said that Hannah made out with him!”

“But I totally didn’t! I said that Lilly told me that Hannah hit him, not made out with him! You can’t seriously think that she would turn on you like that!”

“Yeah! Maybe I should be mad at you instead!”

This is getting out of control. I mess up my hair to look like I had been tossing and turning in my sleep, and make my grand entrance.

“Kayla!!” the shout in unison.