Madison turned to glance at Elliott. I couldn’t see his face, but gauging by Madison’s response, he wasn’t happy. “Shut your whore mouth!” she yelled. The words didn’t match her high-pitched, sweet voice. Elliott and Sam burst into laughter. My mouth fell open, just like Presley’s and her friends’. Madison pressed the button again. The passenger-side window finished its rise to the top as she began to speak. “Ugh. Ignore them. Tatum likes Elliott, so they’re on a mission to make you miserable.”
