It happened one week ago. And they all believe it was me.

This girl,Amy I though her name was, was flirting with Beck. She had been for about a week. Nothing would put her off. Not Beck's pleading, or Cat telling her time and time again about his girlfriend, not even my glares or threats. This was unusual. Girls wouldn't usually come 40 miles within range of Beck after I had dealt with them.

But I wouldn't have done this.

One week ago, I had been hanging out with Beck in his RV, and then gone home. At home I was greeted by my little brother, Sonny, with a hug. I let him hold on to me for about five seconds before I shook him off. And then I went up to his room to distract him from the chaos that was happening downstairs from my mother.

I wasn't where they said I was.