Teresa's POV
“Where the hell were you, Teresa?!” Daisy screams at me.
The expression my friend is giving me terrifies me; I feel like she’s about to eat me alive, and I can't say a word in this sudden situation.
“Where were you, Teresa?! I looked everywhere for you! Where were you?!” Daisy yells.
“What are you talking about, Daisy? I was… doing my ‘thing’ as agreed,”
I say while looking at my friend, who still has that expression like she’s going to devour me.
“Your thing? What exactly do you mean, Teresa?” Daisy asks me.
“I don’t know, you tell me,” I reply sarcastically.
Was she really asking me something like that? I came to this club to sell my virginity; she prepared me for that, and she was really asking these kinds of questions? I don’t know what she’s thinking, but I took
