It took me a few minutes to dry my hair with the towel and hairdryer that had been stolen from Lorri's bag—one of Trixie's minions—when the girl left her bag beside the sink. In the locker room, my new friends help dry my hair and comb it back.
"How did you get to know Marcel so easily?" Bianca tilted her head. "Well, it's rare for anyone to get close to him. Marcel is too apathetic, doesn't want to know people's business, and prefers to stick with his paintings than to take care of other people."
I put my alma mater jacket back on and tidied it up. "That means I'm the best."
Esther snorted. "I'll admit you're the best if you dare to punch Lancaster in public."
I frowned. "Never mind punching, I don't even have time to kiss him."
As if there was something funny about my words, Mikaela laughed quite loudly. She held his tight stomach. While the others looked at her blankly. Getting stares from us, Mikaela stopped laughing.
"Yeah, you're welcome, Mikaela. I did it for you." I hissed in annoyance, straightening my hair again.
Esther blew her gum into a medium-sized balloon. "Didn't you notice that during Algebra class Justin didn't stop looking at you?"
"He might like you." Shyla snapped her fingers.
Does Justin Lancaster like me? HA HA HA. "I'll kiss Trixie's ass if he likes me." I sling my bag over my shoulder, ready to go. I gave them my hand sign to leave the locker room before Lorri caught us stealing hair dye from her bag.
Well, at least my life isn't too bad here. As long as I can endure, during that time I will not give up. There's no giving up and raising the white flag for a Daphne Lane.