After they went to Tiffany's bedroom, Sarah noticed her friend's cheerleading outfit hanging on the closet door. At first it seemed that it looked like it was supposed to, but then on closer inspection, she noticed that it was definitely a sexier version. The neckline was lower, so that more cleavage could be shown off and the skirt was shorter. Much shorter.
"Where did you get that from?" she asked her friend.
"What? The cheerleading outfit?" Tiffany asked.
"Yeah."
"Um ... from school?"
"Yeah right. The school would never let us have something like that," Sarah said.
"Sarah," Tiffany said, looking oddly at her friend. "We've had that outfit all year."
"What? No we haven't. Stop joking around."
"I'm not joking. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"
"What? Of course I'm feeling okay."
"Well, you seem to be having memory problems. You didn't hit your head, did you?"
Sarah thought about that. "No ..." But then she remembered Jon attacking her. Could it be that something happened? She didn't remember getting hit in the head. But maybe that was part of her memory problem.
"What is it?" Tiffany asked.
"Some guy attacked me on my way here."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Did he hurt you?"
"I don't think so. But if I have memory problems ..."
"Did you call the cops on him?"
"No. I made him a deal."
Tiffany grunted. "You and your stupid deals."
"What? They work. People will do anything for me, for the right reason. You should know something about that. You're always slutting around."
"That's not the same thing. Anyway, I think you should call the cops. If this guy hurt you, he shouldn't get away with it."
"You know, Tiffany. Sometimes I wish ..."
