The Cheerleaders

“Monica,” she says, still cradling me. “Even at your worst, I love you more than life itself.”

I close my eyes and tilt my head back. “Rach, don’t do this.”

She doesn’t have much else to say to me until she pulls into my driveway and I get out of the car. “I got the triple today,” she says. “In case you were wondering.”

She nods. “Mrs. Goldberg is out today, but I have a key to her room. We can meet there. Monica? Did you hear me?”

I’m staring at the screen of my phone. The page has reloaded, but Carly Amato’s profile has disappeared and been replaced by an error message.

“What’s wrong?” Ginny asks.

I look up at her, feeling a little shell-shocked. “Carly Amato just blocked me.”