Robbie smiled. “You right to be mad at her. The whole school knows she had the other cheerleaders keep you out of the bathrooms so you wet yourself. That’s why you are wearing that diaper, isn’t it?”
I looked at him with surprise. “Clara, a forgetfulness charm,” I hissed at her.
She stood in front of him with her batwings outspread as she reached into her miracle bag.
“I won’t tell,” he said. “You got her worried about something.”
I waved Clara off. “Go on.”
“I don’t know what her deal is. It’s over the line doing that to another student.” He looked longingly at me. “At least you don’t have to date Amy. I’d rather date you because you are smart.”