"I don't know," bluffed Sue. "They really don't need your company right now."
"Come on," said Dan. "We're friends, they won't mi-"
"Seriously," said Sue, trying to be as intimidating as possible. "You should go."
"What is wrong with you, Sue?" Dan tried to push past her. "You're not acting like normal."
"Please, Dan-"
"Are you taking drugs in there or something?"
"No, we're j-"
"What don't you want me to see?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," said Sue, but she could feel the blood rushing to her face. Evidently, Dan could see it too.
Squeezing his head through the crack in the door, Dan started, "What are you all-" He saw the hair dangling out of the back of the sweatshirt Sue was wearing. "Sue? Your hair, it's... it's..."
Damn, thought Sue, wondering how she was going to explain this.