CHAPTER 7: SANDRA

I knocked on Leila and Maggie's door before pushing it open. Both of them were stretched out on their beds doing schoolwork, and I dropped myself on the floor between them, letting the door shut itself.

“Where's Kayle?” Leila asked, glancing at me.

“She's, um, entertaining.”

“Oh.” Her mouth dropped open slightly.

“Yes. Oh.”

“Who this time?” Maggie rolled over.

“Darla somebody.” I shrugged. “I have no idea, and I'd rather not know to be honest. It's not like I'll see her again.”

She nodded. “Mhmm. Heard from Jack?”

“Why would I have? He doesn't have my cell number.”

“Why not?” Leila smiled.

“Because I'm holding out on him.”

“Because he fucked up the first date, asked her for a second, and she hasn't answered him yet,” Maggie clarified.

“You didn't?” Leila exclaimed. “Oh, nice one, Sandy. That's definitely gonna keep him coming back.”

“It's not about that.” I picked at some lint on my jeans. “I see the way he walks all over girls, and it makes me sick. I won't be like that, running and