Sireen’s POV
I enter the bathroom stall farthest from the door and lock myself inside because the last thing I want to do is have to see another person or have another person see the huge wet patch behind my pants and react in whatever way.
I could cry, but I already expected this. My video is still up online, and there was still the fight in Trevor’s parents’ house yesterday which he blames me for. Unbuttoning my pants, I pull them halfway and as my bare thighs are kissed by the cold, I hold on a wince and squeeze the cloth. I bring my hand to my nose and when I don’t smell any foul undertone, I confirm that it’s only water, but no matter which way I twist the cloth, the dark patch remains.
The last thing I’d be caught doing is walking around with wet pants because that would just be m
