You’re waiting by her locker before lunch period, scrolling through your phone. You can feel people staring at you, whispering to each other. By now everyone’s heard of the fight you had with Maddy at the party a week ago, about her blatant flirting with some guy. Obviously, an argument between you two wasn’t anything new, but vultures never tired of dead meat. But now you’ve made up in your typical way again (Maddy “apologizing” but not, you accepting it and falling back into her snare), and all anyone can do is wait for the next fall out. Maddy walks down the hall to you with her group, a sly smile on her lips. Hey babe, she calls. You didn’t wait long, did you?