I walked into my second to last period class with Renee. She had ran up to me in the hall. "Hey, the Goldsworthy twins," I heard our bio teacher, Mr. Torres, say to us.
"Hi," I said, sounding more like a question. I took my seat next to Renee. She turned to me and whispered, "I saw you kiss him."
I looked over at her. "So what? Why is it your business?"
"It's my business because I'm your sister and you didn't tell me," She said, crossing her arms.
"I still don't think it's your business," I said, looking away from Renee.
"You can just tell me. I knew you liked him. You're just a," She paused, and hissed, "Slut."
The words felt like a slap in the face. "How?" I asked her, feeling my face grow red.
"You've known him for two days? Slut," She said it again and it hurt.
"Girls," Mr. Torres said, looking at us. I felt tears in my eyes and I looked away from Renee. I wasn't a... a slut.
Or was I?
At the end of the period, I left as fast as I could and went to geometry. I saw Fitz in the hall and put my head down. "Hey, Skye," I heard his voice. Oh God, please think I'm Renee. I felt him grab my arm. "What's wrong?" He asked, grabbing my hand. I pulled my hand away.
"I just don't want this to go too fast, Fitz," I patted his hand and turned away.
"You're the one who kissed me!" I heard him say while I had my back towards him.
"I'm sorry," I said, looking back at him. "Friends?" He shook his head and backed away.
"Skye, this is stupid and pointless," He said as he walked away. I stood there dead in my tracks in the middle of the hall. I stared in his direction until the bell snapped me back to reality.