Jackson Horowitz had been in need of a stern talking to for, like, weeks and Stella Hines was just the person to do it. She hadn't believed any of the rumors in the first place, no matter who she had heard it from, because of a few reasons.
Number one being that Jackson would not cheat on his girlfriend. Ever. Not for anyone or anything, no amount of money or glitz and glamour. That's how Stella saw it, anyway, and she liked to think she knew him well enough to assume that much. Stella hadn't actually met the girl he was allegedly cheating on Grace with; all she knew was that they were childhood friends, both from the middle of nowhere Iowa. So what if maybe they had liked each other back then? It was apparently forever ago and Jackson was dating Grace now and that was that.
Reason two being that Carley McIntyre had started the rumor. Don't ask Stella how she knew, okay? She just did. There were certain perks that came with being quick as lightning, end of story. Now, Stella had no reason to dislike or mistrust Carley seeing as Carley had never done anything to Stella but Carley had started the rumor and now Stella's best bro was a never ending rain cloud of doom and gloom. She missed goofy Jackson, Jackson making jokes, Jackson that kicked her ass at video games.
Last and perhaps most obvious, this was Baum Academy and God forbid this stupid school ever run out of things to gossip. Of course, they would latch onto something like this, always eager to see the end of a perfectly lovely couple. It was kind of ridiculous, honestly, how many chattering groups of students Stella had to stop to yell at on her way to class.
So here Stella Hines was, standing outside Jackson Horowtiz's dorm, a very serious look on her face. Stella was pretty sure the whole thing had mostly already blown over, seeing as Grace and Jackson had actually been talking to each other in the halls earlier, but Jackson still seemed forever bummed, and Grace didn't look much better. Not that Stella knew what was going on with Grace since they weren't exactly friends (yet, Stella thought, because she did kind of want to be friends with her, and wasn't it a requirement to be on good terms with your bestie's girlfriend?).
She knocked only once before letting herself in and without a second after closing the door behind her, she said, "we need to talk."