“Why did you even eat it?” I said again, frustrated, as I followed Garett.
He didn’t answer right away and just walked toward the bathroom. I leaned against the wall beside the door when he stepped inside. We were now in his room.
I felt so embarrassed! I didn’t even know how I was going to face his friends again. I mean, they ate the entire pan of that terrible lasagna! It tasted absolutely awful. It was ridiculously salty—like a kidney stone in the making. Then there was this weird sourness… and a bitter aftertaste that lingered like regret!
What could I have possibly done wrong? Why did it end up tasting like roadkill stew? I followed all of Mom’s instructions!
“I thought it tasted fine,” I heard him say from inside.
“Fine? Are you serious? This is your fault! You should’ve just to
