Her.

Chapter 6

While waiting for her to pick up her phone, I tried to perceive what I had just seen, tried to find any explanation. But I couldn't.

She declined 3 times but eventually gave up and I heard her voice:

"Hey, Daisy on the phone"- she sounded normally, the same fake sweet voice. She probably didn't have my number, judging from her introduction.

"Daisy"- I just said

A long silence followed.

"Wha-what do you want?"- her voice had lost its confidence and sweetness and had been replaced by distrust and even maybe fear.

"Daisy, what has happened? Did Amanda do something to you? She sent me some photos of you, please tell me that they aren't what I think they are."

Deep breath.

"Ethan"- now she seemed to have retrieved its previous form- "Amanda, your stupid girlfriend came to me and made a huge scandal in front of everyone. I don't know which photos are you talking about, I hope that this bitch hasn't taken any of me or I can even sue her. So now tell her that she sucks and you two, go away of my life."- at the end she was shouting.

Then she ended the conversation.

At least I didn't cause the rape of a girl. Or at least that's what she said. But still, this photos were undoubtedly showing a rape and the girl looked exactly like Daisy. And why would Amanda sent me this photos, talking about revenge and stuff. The chances were that Daisy is a good liar and has the ability to hide things very well or that Daisy was bluffing and has just sent me photos of a rape but the victim not Daisy but a similar looking girl.

I desperately wanted to believe that Daisy was being honest, that everything Amanda has done is to make a huge public scandal. After all, Amanda wasn't that bad or brutal. But I knew I needed more evidences and I wanted to talk to Amanda anyway, so I called her.

We shared some half-hearted hellos and what's ups. I didn't want to sound weird by starting to ask her things about Daisy at the very beginning of our conversation when I wasn't sure that she is guilty of something, so we talked a bit about other things, was she at the funeral, how bad it was that the pharmacist died and stuff like this. After a while, I got to the main point.

"You sent me some photos, photos of Daisy"

"OF DAISY??! That desperate for attention whore? Why would I want to send you a photo of her? So that you have a nice picture of what you have slept with?! What you have cheated on me with!? Seriously, Ethan, I had hopes for us, especially with you calling me and we talking so well. But apparently you just called to brag and remind me how you humiliated me and broke my heart. Goodbye then, I don't want to listen." she was really upset.

"No, wait, I just got some photos, some worrying photos from you.."

"Worrying?! What are you worried for? That little hoe? Or maybe some of the millions of other girls you have cheated on me?" she was crying now; her emotions were constantly changing.

"I'm sorry.." I began

"I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN"- she closed the phone.

It looked like the whole rape story hasn't happened. Maybe it was just a bad joke from someone, who had borrowed or just taken Amanda's phone. Either way, at least one of the girls should have said something.

The whole girl drama was too much for me and I needed to distract myself. So I called Wes and Phil- my best friends and arranged a meeting.

Half an hour later, I was waiting in front of the park for them. As usual, Phil arrived just on time and again, not unexpectedly, Wes was late.

I have been friends with this two for a lot of time. I met Phil in the kindergarten and Wes in first grade. Although they were very different- Phil always strict, with good grades and 100% loyal to his girlfriend- Vera and Wes- a mess, doing almost nothing in school and never having a girlfriend for more than a week.

It looked like we all were having difficulties recovering from the party. I didn't spend a lot of time in front of the mirror when I was leaving home but I saw that I have big dark circles below my eyes, pale skin and messy hair. Phil, although he had a buzz cut and his brown skin could hardly look pale, still looked quite tired and Wes, no matter that he was pulling his famous smile, which has made many girls fall for him, had his blonde hair in a same condition to mine and was looking exhausted as hell. They both were dressed casually. Wes had Nike shoes and T-shirt, blue as his eyes and jeans and Phil had a dark red- kind of brownish sweatshirt and black jeans.

We hung up for a while, tried to play basketball but realized that we don't have the energy to do it and finally ended up in the local café, where usually was almost the whole school. We grabbed some coffee, Wes recognized a few girls, with whom he had had some fun with. Everything was normal. Until the door opened and Amanda came through it.