I don’t sit at the popular girls’ table where Carter’s girlfriend should sit, either I sit right next to him at the guys’ table-the sole girl among them. I don’t skip lunch in the cafeteria anymore. She walks across the cafeteria and finds an empty spot somewhere else. She doesn’t show up to lunch Monday or Tuesday, but Wednesday she does. After hearing the rumors, I expected her to be out for blood, but to my surprise, she seems to finally accept defeat. I don’t think all is fair in love and war, but Carter clearly does, and she has known him longer than I have. Sure, I feel bad about what happened, but Carter did warn her, and she did choose to treat him like he wasn’t a threat. I decided not to let her into our relationship any longer, because she has no place there. I don’t know how Carter managed that and I decided not to ask. Not that I would have expended much effort trying, but by the time Monday rolls around, the hottest gossip around school is that she failed her drug test and is no longer a cheerleader. I tried to ignore how stressful that was when it was happening, but now that it’s over, it’s as if a fifty pound weight has been pushed right off my shoulders. No longer fearing the possibility of him with anyone else makes it all worth it, to be honest.
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