I tried to warn Brittany. The first few notes she tore up, threw back at me, and she even yelled in my face to back off, that Trevor loved HER now. Bull.

Brittany loved the shock value of being near a bad-boy. She was Miss Perfect in every way otherwise. Perfect grades, perfect hair, perfect teeth. It was sickening.

Not her perfection, but the way she hung on him and believed everything that spewed out of his mouth.

I used to be jealous of her and even begged to dye my hair the same color, but now I can’t stand her. Yet I know what Trevor is capable of, and I don’t want to see her hurt.

One evening I got a phone call. It was Brittany.
“Kelsie?” she sniffed.
“Yeah?” I hesitated and held my breath.
“I didn’t know who else to call! No one believes me!”
“What did he do?!” Rage started to cover up the initial fear I felt.
“He tried to touch me!”
“Where?”
“You know.. there.” She almost whispered.
“Your chest?” I guessed.
“No! Geez, you can be such a ditz! Down lower, Kels.”
“Oh. That’s um, bad.”
“Yeah, I know.”