Confession #12: Reese could distract me from pretty much everything.
Reese immediately turned to me, clearly not an i***t. “You don’t have any classes with her, do you?”
I gnashed my teeth, thinking up every curse word known to man. “No,” I admitted.
She suddenly moved her hand off my arm. “Oh.”
I felt rejected, exposed, and ashamed all in the same breath.
But what did I really expect? It wasn’t as if I’d taken the morally upright path in life. And that scared off certain kinds of people. Reese’s kind of people. I should’ve known better.
Damn, I had known better. I just… I hadn’t been able to help myself. I’d had to talk to her today as much as I’d needed air in my lungs.
Snagging my bag, I started to stand, calling myself an i***t. “This was a mistake,” I bit out. “I never should’v
