You demand answers, and get one

You know everyone here although, of course as the most popular girl in school, you don't know these girls as friends. If you stopped to think about it, you wouldn't consider any of the minorities at school friends, although that isn't the sort of thing you ever thought about.

"So do you guys know what Brian is talking about here?" you demand impatiently. "Some plan to ruin my prom night?" The girls hesitate, and exchange a look.

"There is a rumor going around that you are a total racist, Ellie," Althea explained. "I'm not sure how it started exactly, but I've heard it from various sources."

"Nobody can deny you should be prom queen," added Roberta sweetly. "None of us could ever compete with you. So, there's a plan to nominate a black prom king, to see how you react."

"Of course, if you really are racist, well then, we gonna figure that out," Shamika predicted, hands on her hips and a cruel smirk on her face. "We all watchin' what you do, if you too good for a nigga after all."

"If that's the case, you be punished," Loretta concluded coldly, arms folded. "There's some niggas who gonna want to kidnap you, gangbang you and post that shit on the internet, to make sure you never live it down. One way or the other, you going black."

"We thought you should know, before it's too late," Roberta added quietly. "So you can make the right decisions." The girls fall silent, awaiting your reaction.