Keira never thought the reason Erin blew up at her would be so ridiculous.
The next morning, as soon as Keira got out of bed, Erin stormed into the room, face flushed with anger, and demanded, "Tell me, who's your real BFF?"
Keira blinked. "What?"
For a second, she had no idea what Erin was talking about.
"My real BFF? What even is that supposed to mean?"
Jenkins, who was sitting nearby, helpfully chimed in, "Bestie for life."
Keira was even more confused. "What?"
Before she could process this absurdity, Erin scoffed, crossing her arms. "It's Mary, isn't it? Keera, how could you do this to me? All these years, I thought I was your ultimate bestie! We were supposed to be inseparable!"
Keira twitched her lips. "And?"
"And you're a player! A two-faced traitor! You've got Mary, and then there's Rebecca! Yesterday, when both Mary and I reached for a piece of watermelon, you handed it to Mary! What kind of betrayal is that?"
Erin's voice shook with righteous indignation.
