"Britta, wait!" Annie pants, running after her friend. Britta ignores her and slips into the girls' bathroom. Annie pushes the door and follows her.
"Britta-"
Britta pounds at every stall door, pushing them open and after seeing that the washroom is empty, turns to Annie.
"So, Jeff tells you he rejected me, and then you kiss him? What kind of friend are you?"
Annie's lip trembles. "Britta, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."
"That's obvious," Britta's nostrils flare. "So what? We've been hooking up all summer and you didn't feel the need to tell me anything?"
Annie looks down. "I'm so sorry."
Britta shakes her head and crosses her arms. "Have you slept with him?"
"No!" Annie cries, "Of course not!"
Britta tilts her head back. "And how am I supposed to believe you now?" She snaps her head back and and purses her lips.
Annie gasps. "Britta!"
Britta gasps back. "Britta!" she mocks in a cruelly high voice.
Annie rolls her eyes. "You can't be serious. You're actually accusing-"
"You kissed Jeff after he told you I loved him? How could you do that?"
Annie opens her mouth but Britta cuts her off.
"And then we spend all summer kissing and organizing your desk and you don't think to tell me about you and Jeff?"
"You're right – you're totally right," Annie starts, and timidly puts her hand on Britta's wrist. She takes it as a good sign that Britta doesn't tear away from Annie's grasp. "But there is nothing between Jeff and I anymore. You're," Annie flushes and looks down, "you're the one I want to be with." Annie holds her breath and watches Britta.
Britta's leg fidgets and she crosses her arms. "I don't know, Annie. How am I supposed to trust you?" Britta tugs on her turquoise shirt as Annie makes a squeaking noise. "I have to go," she says, and Annie watches her swing the bathroom door and leave.