All Your Twisted Secrets

by Diana Urban

“Like, Robbie has baseball, Amber’s a music prodigy, and I’m the director of the drama club. There has to be some reason you won.” “Yeah?” Scott’s lips slapped with each chew. “Well, I’m director of the give-zero-fucks club. Maybe that counts for something.”

I gave him a flabbergasted look. “So why haven’t you said anything? Why haven’t you tried to stop her?” “Why haven’t you?” he shot back. I rubbed my lips together, unable to meet his eyes. “You’re the one who’s friends with her. Anyway, I think you should’ve been more careful picking your friends. Because they clearly don’t give a shit about you.”

We stared at the two sticks. Then he whispered low enough for only me to hear. “I don’t want it to be me. But I sure as hell will be sorry if it’s you, Red.”