Crimson rising the skin of my neck, I can't help my eyes from going wide like two saucers. "W-what?"
Holy crap. Should I be worried? What does he mean by that? I bet he can hear the whirring noises my head is making as I try to comprehend what he meant by that. I'm fully aware that it’s simple enough for me to understand but I just need to be sure. As far as I know, I’ve done a good job hiding things from him. And a lot of them. But what he’s saying is making me feel all fuzzy on the inside. And not the good kind. You know that feeling when you’re so nervous you have to use the restroom? That’s exactly what I’m feeling right now. A lot of things are rushing inside my head right now.
Did I perhaps get drunk in the past and I just forgot about it? No. I force myself to come back to reali
