Slumping back onto her bed with a powdered donut in hand, Klio shook her head. "I wish I believed that. Honestly, I feel like this is going to follow me around for the summer." She sighed, spewing some white powder onto her skirt. "I hope I'm wrong." Smeth (and every other boy out there) had to think she was the biggest loser in Hogwarts.
At least being called a slut meant you had gotten some. Nope, not Klio. She hadn't gotten anything. Ever. And she totally did not sleep with his sweatshirt. It had been just a t-shirt and she'd thrown that out last summer. Or her mother had, but still, it was gone. And this was awful.
"I just hate them, Phoebe. Who gets sick satisfaction out of making other people miserable. I mean we didn't even do anything."
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