If you like Amanda, this probably isn't your kind of story. I ship Farlene, so I kinda have to portray her in a bad light.


"I, uh, can't come to the Keepers' meeting on Tuesday." Charlene wouldn't look him in the eye; she stared down, shifting her feet uneasily.

"Why not?" Finn stared straight at her, trying to hide the annoyance in his voice.

She had been like this recently; skipping Keepers' meetings for no apparent reason.

He thought he heard her mutter under her breath, "'Cause I'm a slut," but he quickly disregarded that thought.

Charlene cleared her throat. "I have a…a doctor's appointment. Sorry."

Finn watched her leave as she turned her back on him, hopped on her bike, and pedaled away.


On Tuesday, the Keepers-plus Amanda and Jess, minus Charlene-sat in a circle around Finn's kitchen table.

The awkward silence was quickly filled by Finn clearing his throat.

"So, um, this meeting was originally called for to talk about the second server, but Philby and I talked it over, and we agreed we should discuss Charlene." He peered around the table, trying to decipher his friends' reaction to this.

Philby joined in. "For those of you who haven't noticed-though I can't see how you couldn't of-Charlene has been missing an abundant amount of Keepers' meetings."

Willa nodded. "And she's an awful liar. Whenever I ask her where she went, she comes up with some excuse. She's hiding something from us."

Jess creased her eyebrows. "Finn, Amanda, you guys go to school with her. Have you noticed anything?"

Finn, clearly distraught, shook his head.

Amanda, not looking up from her nail-filing, rolled her eyes. "As if you didn't know, Finn. Haven't you heard all the gossip?"

He turned to face her, confused, just like everyone else.

"My god, Finn, how could you be so oblivious? How haven't you heard about Charlene's new 'job'?"

Finn leaned forward in his chair. "Amanda, what are you talking about?"

Before she could answer, Willa paled.

"Oh, god. You couldn't be talking about-" She let that hang, and Amanda flashed a devious smile.

Maybeck arched an eyebrow. "Can someone let me in on this private conversation that's going on?"

Willa closed her eyes. "A-a few days ago…a girl was crying to her friends. She said her boyfriend cheated on her. He paid some girl to sleep with him. She said…the g-girl was one of those Keepers. The b-blond one. I let it slide, because I knew it couldn't be true, but…"

No one talked for a minute. Two minutes. Three. The only thing that could be heard was the obnoxious sound of Amanda filing her nails.

Finally Philby broke the silence.

"Are you saying…Charlene's a prostitute?