Jamie sat in the lunch room, staring at her enchiladas. She poked at one with her spork, but couldn't find the will to eat it. She heard a plastic tray set on her table. From the edge of her vision, she saw a short pleated skirt.

"Go away, Sabrina."

"I'm surprised. I thought your first question would be why I'm here."

"I'm sure it makes sense in crazy cheerleader logic and would only make me feel more dumb."

"Justin's worried about you."

"He better worry for himself if he puts his tray on this table again," Jamie growled.

"What? Are you going to break his other arm?"

Jamie looked up at Sabrina.

Sabrina sat there with her food uneaten. "Where are your loser friends?"

Jamie l...

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