ASHLEY’S POV
I dragged myself through the school gates. My head was pounding like a drum. Every step felt like it echoed inside my skull. My stomach twisted, and I could still taste the bitterness of alcohol from the night before. Never again, I promised myself, pressing my fingers to my temples.
But the second I stepped into the hallway, I felt it. I felt eyes on me. Dozens of them. I heard people whispering as they stared at me.
My chest tightened, and heat crept up my neck.
Melissa ran toward me. She nearly crashed into me, holding her phone like it was about to explode.
“Is it true?” she blurted out. Her eyes were wide.
I blinked at her. “Is what true?”
“That you—” she lowered her voice, leaning closer, “—you slept over at Lucas’ place?”
I froze mid-step, staring at her. “What?
