Something was going on.
I knew it from the way Jordyn kept questioning me.
He asked if I remembered what happened at the party and I replied in the negative.
Those craft beers had really done a number on me.
I tried to pester him on what could have possibly happened but he insisted on getting my homework done and studying.
When I walked into school the next Monday, I quickly realized that something had definitely happened.
The stares casted at me was unbearable, even worse than how I had it on the first day of school.
What did I do at the party?
What did I do that even Jordyn wouldn’t say?
Did I strip myself n.aked?
I had so many questions to ask and yet, no one could even answer.
“I can’t believe she came to school today”
“That must have been so horrible and scary”
I wish I
