Chapter 7After I’d finished dancing with Miguel, I’d told him I’d had to pee. After leaving the bathroom, I hadn’t bothered going back to the dancefloor. I sat on one of the leather sofas right near the entrance where the lighting was brighter and the loud music was farther away. I texted Juanito that I was down and told him of my plans to delete the blog, along with a crying emoji like a pathetic drama queen. Immediately, he called me. I weakly answered, “Hey.”
“What the f**k, puta? Why are you being so f*****g dramatic about this s**t?”
I paused, wondering the same thing myself. This wasn’t me. I felt so weird and different, and I hated it. I’d seen a few familiar faces but had avoided them like they hadn’t existed, since Miguel had been around at the time.
“Hello? You there?”
I snap
