(Malory)
“What’s with all the noise?” A classmate of mine asks, passing us as she walks to the lunch line.
“Nothing,” I say, quickly, “Absolutely nothing.”
She scoffs and walks on.
I made out with Kyle Davidson.
On Ron’s birthday.
Drunk.
On my couch.
Through the hot and cold kiss challenge.
In my own house.
I kissed Kyle Davidson.
No, I didn’t kiss him.
We actually made out.
We made out.
I wonder if I can provoke Kyle enough to shoot me.
God, I wouldn’t mind being shot right now.
Death sounds delightful.
“No,” Kyle breathes, shaking his head. “God, no.”
My eyes have gone wide and the phone in my hand falls to the floor.
“MALORY!” Olivia yells, gasping. “Do you know how much this costs? Jeez,” she says, stooping to pick
