Monday is here.
I'm trekking to school with Troy beside me. He's not talked much since yesterday.
"What's up Troy?" I ask.
Troy digs his hands in the black hoodie he's wearing. "I'm worried about the project that's all."
I have a feeling he's lying.
"Come on, you're smart. Since when do projects bother you?"
"What do you think is bothering me?" he snaps suddenly. "the fact that you went out, got wasted and gave Trent the burden of driving you home. Why were you so irresponsible? Why didn't you tell me?"
I knew something was up.
Troy doesn't like it when I go out and get wasted. He warns it's dangerous especially because I'm a girl and I don't have a boyfriend to accompany me. Troy doesn't like going out to parties. I used to be like him. Then I tasted what I was missing. I
