There are whispers following me everywhere I go and I can’t help the self-consciousness that invades me. It almost feels as if my deepest and dirtiest secret has been exposed. I am pretty sure I don’t have such a secret - my dating Ryker aside.
“Looking good, blondie,” Ava observes sarcastically, and I am waiting for what she has to say, like the masochist I truly am. “Exposing your thighs, seriously? I didn’t know you’d go so far to get a few boys’ attention.”
I look at my legs and pull on my skirt, almost ashamed of the small portion of skin that is showing.
“It’s… it’s not like that,” I stammer, my eyes filling with tears. And I realize people weren’t whispering because Ryker might have let his mouth run freely. They were whispering because of my unusual attire.
Blair arrives jus
