CHAPTER NINETEEN
I messed up. The one other time that I had slept with Denton, I hadn’t been scared for Bryce’s reaction. I hadn’t kept it secret, but it just hadn’t mattered as much at that time. This time...it was different.
When I got to school the next morning, I ignored everyone else and searched for Bryce. I wanted to get this over with. I found him listening to a story from Harris.
I interrupted and grabbed his arm.
“What? Sheldon,” Bryce said, startled.
I dragged him outside to a private area and stood there.
He asked, amused, “What? What happened to you yesterday? Was it really that bad with your mom?”
“I did...I did something yesterday that...you’re not going to like.”
Bryce grew silent.
“I...” I gasped.
“What’d you do?”
“I...had s*x with someone last night.”
Nothing.
