Breaking Point

Pervert

Liz had to leave as soon as the game was over. When she got home, her parents played twenty questions with her... who won, who she had hung out with, did she leave right after the game, where was Amber... Liz answered them hastily and ran up to her room, taking the steps two at a time. Her phone started buzzing on the way up. She pulled it out, expecting a text or something, but it was a call from Amber. She was still kind of pissed for having been ditched, but decided to forget about and pick up. Maybe Amber would apologize.

    Apologize? Yeah, right. As soon Amber heard Liz's voice, she began freaking out, nearly screaming into the phone.

    "Amber, what's wrong?" Liz said, trying to calm her friend down. It took her a minute to realize Amber sounded like she was about to cry, which Amber never did.

    "Go on facebook," she said, as if biting back tears. "Look up Luis Trey."

    "Ew, that kid?" Liz asked. "I know him, he's gross.  Tell me you didn't hook up with him."

    "What? No, just do it," Amber said in a frustrated tone. "Click on his album called bonging."

    "Okay, hang on..." Liz paused as she searched the name on her laptop. There was no album called "bonging."

      "You mean the one called banging?" Asked Liz.

    "Is that what it's called?" Amber said, freaking out more. "That explains it... click it."

    Lizzy clicked it. She looked at the first picture and dropped the phone, slamming the laptop shut and almost throwing up.

    "Amber!" Liz nearly screamed it. She was appalled. Not at the fact that Amber had gotten with Matt at the game, but at the fact that she had taken pictures and let them get out.

    "How did he get those?" Liz asked, unable to keep calmness in her voice.

    "I don't know," Amber whimpered in a feeble voice. "He must've taken them when I wasn't paying attention."

    "You mean you didn't take them?" Liz asked, surprised. A chill went through her. She looked at the profile picture of the kid who'd taken it. He'd seemed pretty normal to her when she'd first looked at him, unattractive and a little emo, maybe, but not a creep. Now he looked like a pervert and a creep. She got the same feeling that she did when she saw pictures of pedophiles on the news.

    "No!" Amber said, indignant. "I would never do anything like that!"

    For a minute Liz didn't speak. She was thinking it over. She bit her lip. Something occurred to her.

    "It's going to look really bad," she said. "People are going to think you guys took the pictures and one of you showed them to everyone."

    "No," Amber said defiantly. "They have to know Matt and I would never do that," she said. "Right?"

    "I don't know," said Liz, but she did know. "You guys... well you both kind of have reputations, don't you?"

    "What do you mean?" Amber demanded as her eyes and nose flared in anger.

    "Well he's a major a-hole," Liz said slowly. "And, well... you're not exactly known as being the purest girl, are you?"

    "What are you talking about?" Amber said, torn between anger and confusion. "Are you calling me slut?"

    "I'm not calling you anything," Liz said cautiously. "But Amber, I know that some people think it."

    "Why!? I've never done anything!"