Nina
The morning after my motorcycle ride with Enzo, I woke up to dozens of Twitter notifications. Still blinking the sleep out of my eyes, I scrunched up my eyebrows as I opened my phone and started to read all of the notifications.
“Wowwww Nina Harper, alone time with Enzo, huh?”
“Enzo must be joking if he’s hanging around with that ugly nerd!”
“What a slut, messing around with two boys from the hockey team at once. Save some for the rest of us!”
I sat up in bed, my eyes glued to the phone as I opened Twitter and realized that someone snuck pictures of Enzo and I last night. There were pictures of me talking to Justin in the parking lot, a picture of me as I shoved Justin to the ground, Enzo wiping the tears from my cheek, and getting on his motorcycle together.
I knew I shouldn’t
