15
They were sat in a cafe near campus when Izzy staggered in looking wrecked. Sunglasses on, jacket askew, tiny dress in vague disarray around her. Dex narrowed his eyes. She plopped down next to Nick and just sat there.
“Isabel, what the f**k happened to you?” he asked, then exchanged a look with Nat.
He was about to ask if she was just hungover or if it was something actually serious when Izzy said, “I think I’m not entirely straight?” The whole table—him, Nick, Nat, Jonny, Lance, Alex, Steph—froze.
The first person to break the silence was Natali. “What.”
Dex shot her another look, but she only had eyes for Izzy, watching her with an unreadable expression. Izzy, from what Dex could tell, was looking somewhere beyond all of them under her sunnies.
“I—” Izzy said. “I went out last
