Stacy. Of course. Of all the cheerleaders on the squad, it had to be the one who hated her guts the most.
“Hey there, Katherine,” Stacy said with a Cheshire grin, “How’s it going?”
Dozens of scenarios were running through Katie’s head, none of them ending well for her. Shrinking? Bad. Being found by a cheerleader? Worse. Being found by her ex-friend Stacy who she publicly humiliated in every class they shared? Hard to imagine anything worse than that.
“What’s going on?” Katie said, hoping that maybe someone would enter the locker room, see what was going on, and help her. It was a long shot, but she was low on options. “Did you do this to me?”
Stacy opens her mouth to say something, but just then the door to the locker room opens. Someone enters and calls out.
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