ASHLEY’S POV
The next morning, the school was alive with the kind of gossip that spreads like wildfire. I could feel it the second I walked through the doors - the way heads turned, the sound of low cvoices, and eyes followed me down the hall.
“Someone spiked the drinks.”
“Was it Kathy? She could be looking for attention”
“No way, maybe Ashley did it. Could that be possible?.”
What did I have to do with it? I had no idea why people were putting me in the mix. That was my literal first high school party.
I kept my chin lifted, pretending I couldn’t hear a thing. But inside, every murmur stung. It kind of reopened wounds I thought I’d braced myself for.
Melissa walked beside me with her arm looped through mine. Every time someone whispered too loudly, she shot them a glare sharp enoug
