Hailey
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Kayla argued. “You obviously weren’t paying attention.”
“If you were all standing in a group, then why can I only smell your perfume?” Tyler asked. His eyes narrowed at her.
“I – maybe you just can’t –” Kayla stammered. Tyler narrowed her eyes at her.
“Just tell the truth Kayla,” Derek put in. “It’ll be easier if you do.”
Kayla’s lip quivered, and she looked like she would cry. My blood boiled. Who was she to cry over something she’d done to me?
“Alright fine!” she said. “It was me! I tore her dress.”
“Hailey is our family now,” Derek said. He sounded like a father scolding his child more than someone fighting for their friend. “Why would you do something like that to her?”
“I don’t know!” Kayla said
