"wait a minute, i came here to talk you out of it!"
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"Yeah, well..." Dottie shrugs, like she doesn't care; like she's put more thought into this decision than she actually has. "I already quit. So. It doesn't matter."
If she was putting any amount of rational thought into things, Dottie might have considered that one incident of someone drawing something mean on her locker could have been an isolated incident and not a reason to assume that it was going to be how the entire year would go, or that that type of animosity would carry over to sporting events while she was cheerleading. But she wasn't putting any rational thought into it (not that she would ever admit that, either to herself or to anyone else). And the pig on her locker had stung. (Kline's a swine. It wasn't even creative. Couldn't come up with something new, had to re-use the protest slogan from the summer?) Sure, Dottie was used to some people not liking her dad. She'd been the mayor's kid since she was eight years old, there had been plenty of times that a few people didn't like something her dad did, it was the nature of politics. But this was the first time that it had been so widespread, the first time that he'd done anything this bad, and the first time that it felt directed at her in a way that it didn't feel like it was going to brush off as easily as she'd tried to convince herself it would. She was supposed to be the top of the social food chain. Not a pariah. And she does not like it. So maybe the decision to quit cheerleading had been more spontaneous and stubborn than well thought-out, but she's not going to change her mind about it. Going crawling back would be worse than having walked out in the first place, anyway.
She shoves a stray lock of bleach-blonde hair out of her face, and looks back at Elizabeth. "It's not a big deal, really, it's fine."
