“What?” I’m confused.
“I’m sorry, you think I have a video of Graham kidnapping you?” Colette says slowly.
“No!”It feels like we’re back in middle school and they’re all triangulating me and gaslighting me to act like I’m the bully, when they’re the ones who took pictures of me in the locker room and posted them on MySpace.
“Oh. My. God,” Colette says slowly as it dawns on her. “That video of the girl from the cat cam was you!”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Pull it up, Greta,” Colette orders her.
There’s the grainy video on the screen.
“That is so your jacket!” Colette grabs my coat.
Damn it, Costco.
“Look at it.” Colette points to the screen.
The Girl Squad gasps.
“I didn’t get kidnapped. That wasn’t me,” I beg them. “What video do you have? Why did you call me here?”
“Um, the video of you cheating on Graham.” Greta tosses her hair.
“After he spent all that money on your bachelorette party.” Maya shakes her head.
“You’d think that she’d be grateful that Graham even talked to her, let alone let her be his girlfriend,” Nora says, disgusted.
“I wasn’t cheating on him,” I protest.
“I have a video of you.” Colette smirks.
Greta rolls the video on the screen. “I can’t believe you have a weird sound when you have sex.” Colette snickers.
There’s me with a shadowy figure. I’m on the carpet, getting railed.
“ThatisGraham!” I scream at them.
“Liar. You’re having sex with a ski bum,” Colette accuses me. “Nora saw you sneaking out of that party.”
“Graham flew in to see me. Because he loves me. He cares about me.” Angry tears prick my eyes, and I clench my fists.
Lunatic or not, I am not ready to give up on Graham Richmond. Especially not in front of my frenemy and her flying monkeys.
I never should have told him he was a kidnapper. What was I thinking! What if he actually dumps me for real?
“He flew to Switzerland just to see me because he missed me and he loves me and he couldn’t stand to be away from me,” I tell them. “Pause the video. See? Zoom in on his face.”
“Oh wow. That really… Wow.” Greta sounds shocked.
“It is him.” Nora’s eyes are wide.
“I don’t believe it.” Colette crosses her arms.
“I mean, now that she says it, it does sort of look like him,” Maya says uncertainly.
“We can’t just blast the video if it is him,” Nora whispers. “My dad does business with his company. My name cannot be attached to whatever little vendetta you have going on, Colette.”
