1. What if we run into them? I ask. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror and she gives me a small shrug. You know seeing you has to hurt them too. She sets the iron down and runs her fingers through my hair. Elle must be torn up about what she did. I open my mouth to argue, but Rosie shakes her head. She’s not a monster. She might be a terrible friend, but we both know somewhere in there she has a heart. With Rosie and me being so near in age, she was almost as close to Elle as I was. Elle had even encouraged Rosie to try out for the junior varsity cheer squad, and would help her with the routines—something that the previous varsity cheer captain wouldn’t have dreamed of doing.
