I felt my body tense.
I couldn't remember a time in my life when I hadn't felt tense. It was always a comfortable, yet churlish sensation. New school? Tense. Confrontation? Tense. Strange person that smiles too much? Tense. I wore discomfort like a sweater, an accessory that Moriah was always teasing me about.
This situation was no different. I could pretend to be brave, and I could hope that people around me didn't see through my façade, but who was I kidding? I was a noodle.
It was like those fundraiser thermometers you see on the side of the road... I could fake it, or put the best foot I had forward until my limit was reached. Then, like a rubber band, I'd snap back into place, gelatin in a pool. I was already cringing over last night, and how I'd acted with Ashley. Liquid courage h
