Mackenzie laughed and sat down on her desk chair backwards so she could rest her arms on the back. “God she makes me sound like some kind of pedo or something,” she scoffed, scrunching up her face. “You should have heard her threatening me on Sunday, she was like, ready to break my arm. Apparently I can’t just be friends with hot girls.” She flailed her arms for emphasis, “She was all, ‘don’t sleep with my sister, you’re gross blah blah blah!’ and then said something about tits and killing me.” She laughed again, shaking her head. “Dude, your sister is a weirdo sometimes.”

She drummed her fingers on the back of her chair as she turned this little piece of information over in her mind. “I doubt it,” she said eventually, frowning slightly. “She and I are just friends, and she’s got Frankie anyway. Besides, every time I flirt with her she calls me gross or a pig or insinuates that I am sexually harassing her.” Mackenzie shrugged, “Like I said, weirdo sometimes.”