Clothes Ruined

"You didn't tell me it was this small when you said you had something I can manage!” Chloe said, staring down at the cloth she had in her hand.

“Yeah, the keyword is manage, Chloe,” Hailey said, lifting her shoulders in a shrug.

Chloe sighed. The cheerleading clothes were just going to be too small, but right now, she wasn’t looking as if she had much of a choice. She certainly just had to get out of this. She started to walk down to the bathroom that was at the far end of the hall, the one people rarely use because of the graphic words written all over the wall.

Hailey followed her, and she started to talk her head off. "Oh, damn. I don't think these clothes of yours can ever be saved. It's just gone I'm so sorry for it. You should have duck or something, but damn, that Dana. That girl is just batshit crazy. When she hung with us that day at the cafeteria, I was surprised, but knowing her, I was half expecting her to do something crazy, like maybe sneak in poison into our food or