Jessie came to me months later and came out with a sob story about feeling really quilty about putting so much pressure on me and how she was going to turn herself in. I was done with it.
"Thanks for your little sob story,really entertaining,I think you should get a round of applause for that. Although it's just lie after lie after lie. You don't mean any of it,I know it and the worst part,you know it too." I sniggered,like Ashleigh would to me. I turned around and walked away.
But 30 seconds later,I realised something major: I couldn't let her wriggle out of this mess. I had to tell.