One day, I close my locker and jump when I see my friends standing there.
"Hey. I didn't hear you coming," I say.
"We want to talk to you about this mystery guy," Christina says.
"Yeah," Violet agrees.
"Okay?"
"It's been like two months now and we still haven't met him. When are we going to?" Violet asks.
"I don't know. We want to keep it between us."
"I understood that when it was the first month. But two? If it was any guy here, we would've met him by now," Christina says.
"Yeah. We're your best friends. We wouldn't judge you for being happy together," Violet adds.
"Trust me. If you knew who it was, you wouldn't be saying that."
"Who is it?" Christina asks.
I stare at her silently, waiting to see if she can figure it out. It doesn't take long. She gasps.
"You didn't."
"Didn't what?" Violet asks.
I stay silent.
"After you said that you wouldn't?" Christina continues.
"Yes," I admit.
"Abby," she says angrily.
"I know."
"I don't think you do. You finally break a rule and it's this. Letting someone get away with a crime."
By now, Violet has caught up.
"I'm sorry if I encouraged you. It was just meant to be gossip."
"Are you going to tell?" I ask.
Christina scoffs.
"I have to. We may be best friends but I'm not keeping this a secret."
"Wow. It's good to know that I made the wrong friends."
"Abby, come on," Violet says.
"Yeah. I'm doing this because I'm your best friend," Christina says.
"Not anymore. Report him and I'll never speak to either of you again," I say and head to my fifth period.
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Loving Mr. Collins
General FictionAbby started her senior year with the attitude that she would graduate and go to college in the fall. She didn't plan to get into a relationship with anyone, let alone her teacher.
