It was safe to say the mood of the night had been ruined. When I found Kat crying, I did my best to comfort her. Emotion wasn't exactly my area of expertise, but I tried my best. I felt bad for her. She was easily my favorite out of the group. If she hadn't been crying, I would have gone back to where that little back stabber stood and booted her off the top of Red Fountain. But Kat needed me more right now, so I stayed with her. I didn't say much, just let her cry. I'm not sure if it helped, but I know that's what I would want someone to do for me. My phone went off about a few times, but I ignored it. It was probably Andy, wondering where I was. Kat's phone went off too and that only made her cry harder. I took it from her before she had a chance to look at it and she didn't object when I kept it as it continued to ring. After about twenty minutes in that corner, Kat took a deep breath and rubbed her red rimmed eyes.

"I want to go home now," she muttered. I nodded and we stood up. "I'm gonna go find Miranda, OK?"

"Yeah," I replied, nodding. "Sure. Gimme just one second, don't go without me." I was worried she would run into Bridgette or Michael and didn't want her seeing either of them without me.

I took a few steps away from Kat and pulled my phone out of my jacket pocket. Six new text messages, three missed calls, two voicemail's. Two calls and one voicemail from Bridgette, one from Miranda. Bridgette was crying in her's, asking for me to call her, asking if I knew where Kat was. I erased the message, and all four of her text messages. Then I went into Kat's phone and did the same. After that was done, I checked Andy's messages. The first was telling me where he would be after the exhibition, asking me to meet him there and at what time. The second message was ten minutes after said designated time, asking where I was. The other voicemail was from Miranda, telling me at what time everyone would be leaving. I sent her a text message, saying Kat and I were leaving early. Then I checked the time; twenty minutes since Andy texted me. He must have sent the first message just as we found Bridgette and Michael together. I dialed his number and he picked up on the third ring.

"Hey, where are you?" he asked.

"I'm so sorry Andy," I said, trying to stay quiet so Kat wouldn't hear. "Something came up. I want to come see you, but I really have to get home."

"What happened? Where are you?" he asked.

"It's complicated," I replied, looking over my shoulder at Kat. "Look, I really gotta go. I'll try to call you tonight, OK?"

"Yeah, sure," Andy sighed. He sounded a little sad, but he wasn't my priority right now.

"Thanks," I said. "Call you later." Then I hung up. I slipped my phone back into my jacket pocket and went back to Kat. "Ready to go?" I asked. Kat just nodded. I linked my arm through hers and smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Then we fought our way back through the crowd to get to the front of the school.

If our Winx was more advanced, we could fly back to the school to get their faster. That's all Kat wanted, was to get home before Bridgette, who still was calling Kat's phone, which I still had. But our only option was to walk. When we finally reached the castle, it was about six. Thankfully, there was no school tomorrow so we could relax. But I guarantee Bridgette wouldn't stay in the dorm with Kat all day, she would be out with Michael. Bridgette didn't seem like the kind of girl that confronted her problems. This was by no means Michael's fault, he had no idea Kat liked him. But he was still involved and would share some of the blame in my mind. When we got back to the dorm, Kat and I went to her room. The dorm was still empty, thankfully. We sat on her bed and I stayed quiet, waiting for her to say something.

"I just don't understand why she did it," she said softly, looking at her hands. "She knew I liked him! I told her!"

I shrugged. "Do you want me to be nice? Or do you want me to be honest?"

"Honesty would be nice right now," she answered.

"I don't think she's a nice girl," I answered simply. "I don't think she did it on purpose, but I don't think she did it on accident either." I shrugged again. "I don't trust her."

"But..." Kat shook her head. "She's my best friend, I've known her for years... How could she do this?" Her voice broke and her lower lip trembled. I laid my hand over her'.

"Sometimes, shit happens," I said simply. I didn't know what else to say, so I told her what I would want to hear, were I in the same position. "And people you thought you knew, they change. They turn out to be nowhere close to the person you thought you knew." I gave her hand a squeeze. "But, this kind of stuff makes you stronger, you know?" Kat nodded and gave me a sad smile. "Listen, why don't you go take a shower, clam down a little."

"OK," Kat agreed. She got up to go to the bathroom, then turned back towards me halfway there. "I don't really want to share a room with her tonight. Can I maybe, sleep in your room tonight?"

"Why not?" I answered.

Kat smiled. "Thanks, Alice." Then she went to the bathroom to take a shower. When I heard the water turn on, I pulled my phone out and dialed Andy's number. It rang for a while and I was about to hang up, when he answered.

"Hey Andy, it's me," I said, smiling. "Sorry I had to leave so quickly, like I said, something came up."

"No problem," he answered. "What happened, why'd you leave?"

"Oh, just Bridgette being the slut I pegged her for," I replied.

"Wow, what?" Andy asked. "What do you mean?"

"Kat told us she liked that guy Michael, then Bridgette said she liked Nolan. So tonight, when we were out looking for you, we found Bridgette macking on Michael." I scoffed. "Damn back stabber."

Andy whistled. "Heavy shit. What'd Kat do?"

"Cried. That's why we left, I didn't want to run into Bridgette again. I was afraid I'd kill her." Just then, my call waiting went off. I rolled my eyes and checked the caller i.D. It was Miranda. "Andy? I gotta go, Miranda's calling."

"Come on, Alice, I haven't talked to you all week," Andy argued. "You'll see Miranda when she gets home."

"And I can see you tomorrow!" I insisted. "I need to call Miranda back, but I'll text you, OK?"

"Fine, whatever," Andy pouted. Then I hung up. Right after, I called Miranda back. She picked up on the second ring. I gave her the rundown of tonight with Bridgette. When I was done, I let Miranda decide what to do next.

"Well, I think we're gonna head home," Miranda concluded. "Where's Kat now?"

"I told her to take a shower, try to cool off. Where's Bridgette?"

"I have no idea, I haven't seen her all night."

"If she knows what's good for her, she won't come home tonight," I growled. "And if she does, she'll be sleeping alone. Kat moved into my room."

I heard Miranda growl into the phone. "This is so annoying! Why would she do something like that? She just created so much drama!"

I nodded and told her the same thing I told Kat. "Shit happens."

Bridgette was the last one home that night. Everyone else had come in long before, took their turn comforting Kat, then they all went to bed. I was the only one awake when Bridgette came home. I looked at Kat, sleeping, then turned back to my open bedroom door. I watched Bridgette walked into her room, turned on the light, then just stood there staring at Kat's empty side of the room. She turned around and looked into my room. I glared at her red rimmed eyes and tousled hair. I got up from my bed and made my way over to the door. There were so many things I wanted to say to her, but I kept my mouth shut so I wouldn't wake Kat. I knew once I opened my mouth, I would want to scream at her. But I stayed quiet. I just kept my piercing green eyes set hard on her puffy brown ones and shut the door in her face.