Chapter 22
I knew I was f****d the moment I walked into school the next morning and saw Sarah's face. She was standing by my locker with Kylie, both of them wearing identical expressions of concern that made my stomach drop to my toes. They'd clearly been waiting for me, which meant they'd probably been talking about me, which meant I was about to get the intervention I'd been dreading. "Morning," I said, aiming for casual and probably missing by miles. My voice came out hoarse and scratchy, like I'd been screaming all night instead of lying in bed staring at the ceiling. "Jesus, Jas," Kylie said, her eyes widening as she took in my appearance. "You look like you got hit by a truck." "Thanks. That's exactly what every girl wants to hear first thing in the morning." "I'm serious," Sarah said, ste
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