Did I do it? Did she start? Wait, I think it was me. No, It couldn’t have been me. Just… couldn’t… have.

These thoughts kept running through Kaitlyn’s head for the next day. She still hadn’t talken to Jenn. She desprately needed to, before she went insane.

So she walked up to Jenn. They talked. And there was a little yelling, I could say. And she said it was all Kaitlyn’s fault. She didn’t ever want to talk to the lesbain again. She told Kaitlyn to stay away from her, or she would sue. Some bestfriend she was.